(Cut to the Beach Cave. All of the families are there. Peter lays on the couch with an ice pack on his side. Jordan sits on the floor, leaning against his father's legs. Valerie rocks Austin in her arms.)

(Mike sits in a large, overstuffed chair with ripped padding. Emma sits in the chair next to him, crocheting. Katie chases Little Micky and Shelly around the room.)

*Davy and Daphne share the love seat. Lizzie sits on the floor with Leah. Micky and Lauren share the other couch. Micky holds Billy.*

Mike: Ok, everyone's here.

Ursula: (She toots up behind them) Including me. What's all the fuss about?

Mike: (Juts a finger over his shoulder as four familiar lights float in) Those guys.

(The lights flit around the room. Katie and the twins chase after them, giggling...until they land on the floor and grow. When the light subsides, we see the forms of the Ancestors.)

Katie: (Eyes widen) Wow! You look like our dads!

Jordan: I have two daddys?

Robbie: Two papas!

Sir Robert: (Bows) For your little ones, I am Sir Robert Del Naysmythe of France. (He pats Robbie on the head) You are like me, when I was petit...and my own son, Pierre.

Robbie: (Blushes) Uh, thank you!

Bard Peter: (His bow is more awkward) Um, I am Peter Thork, of Bavaria. (Smiles) You all have lovely, energetic auras, just the way good children should!

Jordan: Your light is funny.

Bard Peter: I am not living, little Jordan. That's why my light is different.

Sir Robert: (Nods at the other two) And these are our companions.

Georgi: Georgiano Dolenzia from Italy, but these guys have never been able to say my full name, so they call me Georgi.

Sir Robert: And I am teased about my name...

David: David of Rose Heights Manor, England. *bows*

Mike: First of all, we'd like to thank all of ya for helpin' us out these last few times.

Sir Robert: You have needed it, mon ancestre. Belavarg is a greater threat than you know. There is a reason he was banished by even the Evil One.

Mike: What we really want is for you to answer some questions.

Sir Robert: Questions? Of what kind?

Mike: Like how all this started in the first place.

Micky: That's a good place to start.

Ursula: (Sighs) I agree. I shouldn't have put this off for so long. I've told the girls some of the back story, but not all of it.

Sir Robert: I understand. There's much going on here, things that have gone on for centuries.

Bard Peter: (Nods) You're all confused. (Turns to Mike) You believe that finding out about our pasts will help you understand your present threat...and possibly, your powers.

Mike: Somethin' like that.

Ursula: I think I would be the most qualified to begin. Julia and I were the ones who found Robert in the Alps.

Sir Robert: (Nods) I remember very little about that time. I had just gone through a (looks away and mutters) trying experience.

Ursula: You are as understated as your ancestor, Robert. (Sighs as well as a car can sigh) Anyway, Julia and I were traveling through the French Alps, on our way to meet our uncle. It was spring, but we were caught in a late snowstorm....

(The screen wavers, even as Ursula speaks. We fade out on the group and fade in on the camera moving around the majestic Alps landscape, a wintry scene of mountains and snow. The camera finally focuses on two young women in simple Renaissance peasant outfits and heavy woolen cloaks. One with red hair is obviously a slightly younger Sheila. The other is a younger Ursula, with very long, thick, straight blond hair and blue eyes.)

Ursula: (Sighs) I knew it was a bad idea to take this way at this time of the year.

(The two lead the large brown horse who pulls a small wagon.)

Ursula: I do wish you weren't in such a hurry to attend Uncle's ball! It's the same ball he has every time around this year!

Julia: I've been to every single one, and I’m not about to start missing them.

Ursula: You know Uncle only has them because all those silly rich people are prime targets for soul gathering. (Sighs) I don't think many of them really deserve it, though...

Ursula: I feel like there must be another purpose besides harming people this way...

(That's when Julia stops suddenly. We see her kick her booted foot against the outline of something dark and heavy in the snow.)

Ursula: (Hears Julia cry out) Sister, are you all right?

Julia: I am... but I don't think he is.

Ursula: "He?" (The two women brush the snow off...to reveal the familiar, bluish face of a man with long, thick, wavy dark hair and long-lashed eyes.)

Ursula; Oh my...poor thing! (She brushes off the rest of him, revealing his tattered peasant clothing...under chain mail and a gleaming sword) He's a knight, or he was...

(The women brush off the rest of him. It is, indeed, Sir Robert. Most of him is covered in chain mail, but his face remains cold. His sword is in perfect condition. Ursula rubs his hands, trying to warm him.)

Ursula: I know you were in a hurry, but I don't think he'll be able to travel. Couldn't we find a cave here and start a fire to warm him?

Julia: *Sighs* Fine, we'll find a cave.

(They lift him into the carriage. Cut to a shot of them leading the horse and carriage to a small opening in the mountains. We move inside the opening. Julia is removing Robert's chain mail and inspecting his sword while Ursula starts a fire.)

Ursula: I hope this works. (She rubs two rocks against wood - they do catch fire) I guess those little boys who helped us scout that trail last year were were right. (Turns to Julia) How's he coming?

Julia: *Smirking* He's fine...

Ursula: (She joins them) Good, you got his mail and shirt off. (She takes the shirt and hangs it over a rock) We'll dry his shirt and our cloaks here. (She watches as Julia picks up his sword) I wonder where he got that from? It's really a marvelous piece of work.

Julia: HE'S a marvelous piece of work. I hope he wakes up soon.

Ursula: (Takes the sword) Just look at the detail on the handle... (That's when we hear a groan) Was that you, Julia?

Julia: Not me. I think it was him. *nods at the man*

Ursula: He's awake! (Sir Robert raises himself gingerly to his arms...and then goes back down again, groaning)

Sir Robert: Ooh, mon tete...

Ursula: (She pushes him down gently with one hand) You lay back down, you poor man. You're frozen!

Sir Robert: (Eyes widen when he sees the sword in Ursula's hand) Mon epee! Vous rendre mon epee!

Ursula: I really don't think you should be playing with this right now...

Sir Robert: Vous rendre mon epee!

Julia: We're not keeping it! We know it's yours, but you can't even pick yourself up at the moment.

Ursula: (She puts the sword aside) You just lay down and rest yourself. You're so cold! (She rubs his hands again; he makes a face, but says nothing)

Sir Robert: Merci, mademoiselle. Where...am I?

Ursula: You're in a cave in the French Alps.

Sir Robert: I...am?

Ursula: Do you remember anything?

Sir Robert: There was a tavern...at the base of the mountains...I drank many ales... (Groans again)

Ursula: No wonder your head hurts. (Shakes her head, then smiles) My name is Ursula of Berlin. (Nods) This is my sister, Julia.

Julia: *Nods, smiling* Hello.

Sir Robert: Bonjour, mademoiselles. I am Sir Robert Del Naysmythe, late of the French Army.

Ursula: Sir! So you are a knight!

Sir Robert: Was, Mademoiselle Ursula, was. I am no longer a part of army.

Ursula: You aren't?

Sir Robert: I was drummed out. The General did not like my disobeying his direct commands. (Makes a face) And he did not like me overturning his cart, either.

Ursula: What do you do now?

Sir Robert: Odd jobs. I work for warlords, do small jobs for them.

Ursula: What about family?

Sir Robert: (Turns away from them) I have none.

Julia: I have an idea. Why don't we help him get cleaned up and take him to the ball with us?

Ursula: But he really needs to rest!

Sir Robert: (Makes a face) A ball?

Ursula: That ball is the last place he needs to be!

Julia: He needs to get up & get his blood flowing!

Sir Robert: Pardon moi, mademoiselles, but I am not fond of such events.

Ursula: Julia, I know you're disappointed that Uncle will have to escort you to the ball, but...

Julia: *To Sir Robert* Think of it this way. First, you'll look so handsome all cleaned up! Second, there will be some nice, warm liquor there.

Sir Robert: (Leans back) I could use a warm drink...

Ursula: He really needs to rest.

Sir Robert: What I need is to get warm. (Looks at Julia) All right. I will go with you.

Julia: Wonderful! We'll have you all warmed up in no time!

(Ursula just sighs as she and Julia help Sir Robert to his feet and onto the carriage and we fade out on the trio...and the camera rests on the sword gleaming in the snow behind them...)