The Origin

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Author: IMissPrue

This story takes place in the future, for people who like guessing story plots EVERYTHING is relevant no matter how small it is and just like in the show EVERYTHING is meant to be.


There was an angel of death on top of an ornate mausoleum in one corner, arms extended. Wyatt remebered that well becuase every time he visited that churchyard someone was practising the organ and light drifted across the churchyard in coloured bands through the stained glass windows. The church wasnt particulary old built on a high tide of san francisco prosperity like the tall manors surrounding it. Wyatt thought back to the days when he, chris and his mother - Piper - came to play and look at the garve of there aunt and sister prue there. He enjoyed that so much, he was always asking questions about his favourite dead relative and piper was always ready to give him a glorious answer. His two living aunts also accompanied them at times and they had picnics under the large ash trees. Wyatt stared at them now, so carefully designed and full of golden green foliage. Wyatt remebered when he used to tko those leaves down so that they fell on his brothers head (chris) his mother and aunts always told him not to and scolded him numerous times. He was hurt back then by their shouts of "dont use magic in public" but it didnt matter now, his aunts and mother were long gone, only chris and his good for nothing father were left, trying to think up plots against him, trying to stop him from killing even more. But they knew no one could stop him Wyatt the most powerful magical creature to walk this earth, no one could stop him, anyone who tried ended up dead, just like the charmed ones.

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Wyatt glared around the churchyard, the setting sun through him into basks of golden auburn light, he hated the sun, it represented so much hope. He began pacing through the graves that lay at his feet. Cathy bates, Julie Garner, Mathew longwood, all innocents that he had killed. They weren't worth much at all really, they were what he'd call joy killings. The coven of 500 witches on the other hand were a different matter all their talent together amounted to a power almost as strong as 1 charmed one, wyatt wasnt going to take the risk of getting slightly hurt again. He turned towards the east side of the yard where a outdoor font lay brimming with dark murky water. Wyatt grinned his spell was almost complete.
The plan for the spell had come to him one night while he was deforming the halliwell book of shadows but keeping the phenomenal paintings of the demons the halliwell line had come across and vanquished intact. He had pinned the paintings of the demons to the attic wall and stared at them in a fierce loving way, around 3 quarters of them were dead. He quickly flicked his hand and the paintings that he had stuck to the wall began moving and replacing themselves in a different order. The most superior in power first. Wyatt looked at each and every on of them for around 10 minutes calculating how quickly he could kill every one of them, but ofcourse he wouldnt of dreamt of doing that, they were like his family and what wouldnt he give to have them as his army around him. - nothing,except his power- his power, that was the key. And with that thought came the an idea so great yet so powerful that only the most elite would even comtemplate it, To bring back all dead evil.

Leo and chris stred through the looking glass the elders had supplied them, wyatt was growing stronger, they watched him pace around the churchyard he was going to perform the spell that would end the world in. Leo glanced at his eldest son, to scared yet to angry to look into his eyes. This wasnt his son, he never had been after the day when he was only 14 that he vanquished the charmed ones. Chris looked at his father knowing that only such a feeling of hate could be projected form him if the opposite feeling of love there had been present before. The only way his dad could hate wyatt this much was if he loved in enormously before. Chris knew that his dad would never give him such a look of loath no matter how much he hated chris, as he never did really love him.


"dad" chris said meekly

"what, what is it chris"

"i think ive got another plan to stop him"

leo turned and looked at chris, his eyes glazed over with
tears that looked to be form a mixed emotion.
"no!" leo shouted
"no!, your other stupid plan almost landed your aunts and mother dead as soon as it took place, going back to the past! god what a pathetic idea only you chris would think of something like that, why cant you be more like wyatt!"
Leo stopped abrubty after realising what he had just said, chris looked at him tears glistened form his green eyes.

"You know wat dad, no i wont call you dad since you never have been a father to me, you always treasured wyatt and you blamed me, ME for when he killed mom aunt pheobe and aunt paige, and do you remeber what you said to be, just before you frikkin beat me up! That wyatt cant control himself, that I should of stopped him"

Chris collapsed on his knees and spoke through a fit of tears

"and how was i supposed to stop him dad, i didnt have a chance but you still punished me you still hurt me"

leo stared at his youngest child, he remebered that night when piper, pheobe and paige had died and he also remebered what he did after, beat chris senseless.

"chris, i, you know i wasnt right in the head at the time, you know how much the three of them meant to me"
Leo began silently crying, "im so sorry chris"

But chris wasnt there to hear his apology.

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Chris orbed behind a large grave stone that was paralell to wyatt, as wyatt was making the final preparations for his spell. Chris glared at him but quickly looked down, he had such a resemblance to leo that it was hard not to. Chris on the other hand had always been told he was the spitting image of his mother's older long dead sister prue.

"Wyatt"
wyatt turned around from his spell work and dawdled up to chris.

"ahh, little brother long time no see, where have you been hiding all this time" Wyatt smirked, he sensed his brothers fear
"I would of found you sooner or later though, but i didnt think you'd come to me"

Chris glared at wyatt it had been 4 years since he had come face to face with his brother, 4 long hard years. The raw emotion that was within chris spilled over, his eyes blazed as he flicked his hand which sent his brother sprawling to the ground. Wyatt slightly dazed looked up at his brother and his signature cocky smirk placed itself on his face.

Wyatt straightened himself and lent against the grave he had fallen on, his brother had generated a lot of power in the last few years wyatt should of known. If chris had tried something like that a few years back nothing would of happened.

Chris continued to glare at his brother, as the rage inside him grew. Wyatt sensed something strange, chris was drawing power from somewhere.

"you killed them!" hissed chris
"you killed your own family, my family!", chris began sobbing.

"how could you! ill, ill kill you for this ill MAKE YOU PAY!!"

Wyatt bored into chris's eyes, his little brother was no match for him, but wyatt felt something strange within chris that uneased him, nothing had ever uneased him before.
Wyatt manouvered to his feet, never taking his gaze off chris.

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Wyatt slowly generated a energy ball within his hands, hoping to catch chris offguard, but chris stood stock still as wyatt was sent to his knees once more. Chris hadnt even moved then, where had he learned to operate tk without moving, the answer was obvious wyatt thought, chris could now use his eyes.

Wyatt crouched and looked up at his brother, he didnt want to kill him, no far from it, he had plans for his sibling big plans, even though he was far more powerful then chris, he would make an excellent right hand man when he was converted. Wyatt stood once more but this time steadied himself for any attack chris threw at him. Chris looked at wyatt and then slowly closed his eyes.

"aww, little babies crying", wyatt hissed, chris's eyes still remained shut

"does it hurt chris? does it, to know that theres no one left to love you, mind you no one ever did, did they? you were just, how can i put this.... a spare, a second boy no one wanted. The heir of the world, and the pathetic useless spare, it hurts chris, doesnt it?"
Chris remained still, his eyes still closed

"yes it does" came a voice from behind wyatt.

A long cold blade drew across wyatts neck and spilt blood, wyatt screamed, but the person behind him had somehow paralysed him,
Wyatt glanced at chris who was still infront of him. Chris stood as stock still as ever.
He can astral project wyatt thought But how had chris paralysed? him not even their mother -piper- could freeze him, so how had an astral form of his little pathetic brother been able to?
Astral chris drew more blood and flesh from wyatts neck, until he knew wyatts power was growing. He collected the blood and the flesh into a hankercheif and placed himself into his own body again.

There were only seconds left until wyatt would break free of his frozen state and kill chris, chris would have to grab for what he came for and run.

He orbed to where wyatt was before he arrived placing the finsihing touches to a spell that would bring back all the evil that his mother and aunts had vanquised. Chris poured the contents of the outdoor font onto the ground and grabbed the leaves of paper that his brother had been working on.

"not so fast chris", wyatt stood infront of him, his neck bleeding profusely.

"very clever, little brother, very clever. I know perfectly well what you want with my blood and flesh and those pieces of paper"
Chris stared at his brother, wyatts hair shone gold against the moonlight and his eyes sparkled a terrific topaz blue. Chris could feel the rage growing inside him, as his father's image glared back at him, hands filled with energy balls.
chris's power began to reach its climax as all the hatred he had endured in his life was let loose......

chris roared and sent his older brother flying into a mass of graves in the distance.

Chris breathed heavily he knew he would pay for that,
but he didnt care, he had beaten his brother for the first time in his life.

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Leo watched through the looking glass, His youngest son had generated so much power and new ability from almost nowhere, that it shocked him. He had watched chris astral project himself and throw wyatt miles away. He reminded leo so much of prue, the stubborness, the pride, the power and his looks. Well apart from the hair, he had his mothers hair. Leo gathered his thoughts, and concentrated on where wyatt lay, wyatt was bleeding from the forehead and the neck but his facial expression didnt show the pain he should of been feeling. Instead his blue eyes and cocky smile showed signs of being proud, yet slightly unsettled. leo nervously smiled, Wyatt was showing signs of beggining to be scared of his younger brother.

Leo turned away from the glass and placed himself on the floor, when chris had orbed down to the yard he thought his youngest son would fight his elder brother and inevitably loose and die. But chris, clever little chris, knew he had no chance in the long run of beating wyatt so he set out to ruin his big brothers spell.
The main fact that leo didnt understand was why chris had gone to the trouble of colecting wyatts flesh and spell papers, when wyatts potion in the font was all he actually needed to ruin.

What was chris going to do ?

"Wyatt, what did you just do?" Piper screamed
Wyatt simply smirked and began levitating objects at his younger brother.


"Wyatt! listen to me control yourself!"

"I am in control mom"
Wyatt, maliciously replied

"what did you do to your aunts wyatt!"

"you saw"

"Wyatt! im asking, no IM TELLING you, bring them back to wherever you sent them"

"I cant..."

"to hell you cant, where are they! bring them back!"

"oh mom, i know im the most powerfullest creature to walk the earth, but even i cant.."

"CANT WHAT!"

"ahem"

"what.. Wyatt , this isnt funny anymore"

"was never supposed to be"

"im giving you 5 seconds to bring them back"

"uh uh, ive gotta better plan, how about.. erm i send you to where they are"

"and where the F**K is that!"

Wyatt grinned, as he slowly lifted his arm up, and threw his mom into the nearest wall, a bone breaking crack was all to be heard.

Wyatt strode up to her and suddenly looked up into the staircase where his younger brother lay bound by ropes.

"are you watching chris?, this is how to kill your own mother"

Wyatt looked down at his mother, her head lay limp against the wall as if her neck was broken and her sad eyes gazed into his own

"wyatt?, wh- what ar are you do-oing" whispered piper

"Sending you to where your sisters are, mommy dearest"

Wyatt lifted his hands above his head and muttered viciously

"im sending you there mommy, Im sending you to the land of the dead"

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Chris awoke, crying and choking, he had enough nightmares of what happened that night to last him a lifetime.

Now it was time for his revenge.

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Chris stared through the attic window, Wyatt knew what he was up to he'd be coming soon.
Chris made his way towards the spell tables where all his nessecitys lay. Wyatts blood and flesh stood proud in it translucent beaker while the scraps of paper chris had stolen from his brother were scattered among it.
On these pieces of paper lay a spell that would surly mean the demise of good magic They read:

Centuries pass, good prevails
Evil has the only explicit option to fail
The strongest of all crumbled
While their destroyers rarely tumbled
So through this power of twice enchanted I rise
All those who darent have the power to survive
The destructive epitimy of their magic I bind
Thus kill the essence of the halliwell line
And with the promise I will ensure
That all the evil dead will suffer no more
Through my labour and hardship I present
All the demons lost before the halliwell descent.

Chris looked down in disgust at the papers and began the final steps of his plan,



to write a counter spell. This spell would need tremedous power, which is what chris had in his beaker, but he wasnt sure if it was enough, enough to bring back the charmed ones.
Chris looked down at the papers and gathered his own pad and pen as he silently began to form his own counter spell. He could sense his older brother drawing closer, so hed have to be quick. Chris fortunately had recived his aunt pheobes gift of spell making so within minutes he came up with one, that said:

Centuries pass, good has prevailed
It has always been evils only option to fail
Hope has shone through gifted generations
As a powerful family ends with the most magical creation
But the strongest of all have inevitably sinned
The one and only first, of Piper Halliwells kin
So through his twice-enchanted power I try
To bring back those with the power to deny
His evil presence and his magical bind
I bid to bring back, the strongest of the halliwell line.

Chris read his spell, and sighed it was time for him to use it. His placed his brothers flesh and blood from the beaker, onto his spell, and brethed deeply.

There wasnt enough!, chris had knew all along, there wasnt enough flesh to bring back all 3, he had just sensed it while holding his brothers flesh.
Chris stared toward the ceiling teary eyed. Wyatt was drawing closer. Chris knew this he had to pull himself together. He stared at his spell and read the final part. "bring back the strongest of the halliwell line".
Chris stood deep in thought, the strongest had to a charmed one, and the eldest.
"ok" chris said to himself
"mom youll have to do"
Chris clenched the spell and flesh tight in his hands and began to chant.

Leo narrowed his eyes and squinted into the low flaring of the evening sun which lay across the waters of the rejuvenation river. The skyline to the east of elderland had gone quite mad with brilliant colours, blood red and apricot fighting with gold and lemon, blush pink and the palest green all merging into a delicate shade of lavender.
"Chris" his whispered proudly to himself
"what have you done," leo riverted his eyes back to the looking glass where a crystal clear image of chris lay in the halliwell attic, accompanied with dozens of golden magical resserecting lights.
"piper", leo said to himself

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The golden lights began working and forming together. Chris tightened his grip on his brothers flesh and chanted his spell faster and louder -

centuries pass, good has prevailed
It has always been evils only option to fail
Hope has shone through gifted generations
As a powerful family ends with the most magical creation
But the strongest of all have inevitably sinned
The one and only first, of Piper Halliwells kin
So through his twice-enchanted power I try
To bring back those with the power to deny
His evil presence and his magical bind
I bid to bring back, the strongest of the halliwell line.

CENTURIES PASS, GOOD HAS PREVAILED
IT HAS ONLY BEEN EVILS ONLY OPTION TO FAIL
HOPE HAS SHONE THROUGH GIFTED GENERATIONS
AS A POWERFUL FAMILY ENDS WITH THE MOST MAGICAL CREATION
BUT THE STRONGEST OF ALL HAVE INEVITABLE SINNED
THE ONE AND ONLY FIRST, OF PIPER HALLIWELLS KIN
SO THROUGH HIS TWICE-ENCHANTED POWER I TRY
TO BRING BACK THOSE WITH THE POWER TO DENY
HIS EVIL PRESENCE AND HIS MAGICAL BIND
I BID TO BRING BACK, THE STRONGEST OF THE HALLIWELL LINE!

The power that chris clenched within his hands suddenly backlashed and sent enormous shockwaves through him

"I CAN HANDLE THIS" screamed chris
"I HAVE PROMISED HIM HIS DEAAAAATHHHH"

Chris roared and sent the raw power from him.
"I WILL KILL HIM, I WILL"
chris sensed the power finishing his bidding, and the strength within him faltering.
"i will... kill him...i will."

Chris fell to his hands and knees as the golden lights merged magnificently together producing a human body.

Chris sensed the presence of the being and slowly looking up he whispered

"mom?"

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Wyatt had felt the power pull away from him, he felt the presence of something being born from his twice enchanted gift, and he knew it could do him harm. The pain at his throat had engulfed and numbed his body as the gradual kidnapping of his power increased. Wyatt stood still and wiped away meanless tears of pain.
He needed full concentration if he was to find out who his brother had summoned.
The answer came to him more quickly then he realised.
"My first" wyatt whispered softly to himself
"only my first form could have taken this much power from me from such a little portion of flesh"
Wyatt stood still and stared at the stars above him.
"you have mapped my fate for me" he hissed
"i am to face my first"

Wyatt glared at the sky and felt his pride lifting from him, for the first time in life he knew he needed help.
And with this thought Wyatt turned and slowly knelt to the ground
and began whispering rapidly.....

"Through out the mists of time and dust
I summon to me one of my rarest trusts
Decades ago her generation father helped
To ensure the first death the charmed three had dealt
His powers has passed on to his ancestor true
His beloved granddaughter of demonic new
Thus through out time and space I commence
To call Morgana of Tempus descent
To help me prevail against a force far foreign
That of my first form, Melinda Warren"

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A baby lay surrounded by black and gold shimmers, the moonlight beamed on its eyes as a familiar grin formed on its tiny round face

The only other in the same room as the baby chocked back tears of shock as the little one began crying.

Chris felt sick as he saw the child crying, wanting, asking for his attention.
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Leo stared through the looking glass.
He had expected to see the love of his life appear before him. He had expected his true love to appear before him and comfort his youngest son.
This experience taught leo never to expect again.

Leo gazed over at the crying child, its body bathed in black and gold orbs. His gaze converted to the childs eyes, deep within them held the secret, leo instantly dicovered.

Leo knew what was on his youngest sons mind it would be only natural that chris came to that conclusion,

but the baby in the halliwell attic wasnt that of the younger "innocent" version of chris's elder brother.

Not only were its eyes and hair a darker shade than his first sons when he was a child, but it had a sense of evil, good and manufacturisation within it and the grin that was held on its face before had a certain essence of extreme familiarity to it.

No this definately isnt wyatt, leo thought



Its pheobe's child.