Disclaimer: I don't own the "Charmed" TV-series.
Summary: The action takes place at the end of season 8. It is written from no one's in particular point of view.
The Beginning Of The End.
They've lost. The Charmed Ones lost. The greatest force of good has fallen. And now… We are doomed.
The Ultimate Power. Nothing can stop them now, nothing. If even the Charmed Ones have fallen, then it is certain: there's no hope for tomorrow. There might not even be any tomorrow.
I stood in complete silence, slight wind making me shiver a bit. There was no light around me despite the daytime. I knew that. I knew that there would be no light again. Ever.
The hope has gone in spirits. It turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind. The wind, that meant a new beginning. The beginning of the end.
This was the end. There was no turning back. No hope. No light. No peace. Nothing. Ever. It's over.
I stood and watched. The wind blew harder, making me shiver again. I hugged myself. Am I afraid? No. There is no fear. There is only emptiness within me. Nothing else. I'm just standing, watching and waiting.
How could I be so blind? Why did I have to hope? Have not I realized from the very beginning that it would be so? Looking back now, I have to confess… I had very little hope that everything would have turned another way around. In other words, I knew everything from the very beginning. I knew it would be like this.
I look around again. Then turn and leave. There's no point in staying. I hear the silence. And the wind. They go a hand in hand, together. And closely by is the destruction. I walk away.
No, I'm not running, not trying to escape. I know it's pointless. I knew it from the very start.
It's almost over now. No need to wait the end. It's here already. That's it. It's the beginning of the end of all.
Don't be afraid. Just face it. It doesn't hurt.
A/N: The idea just popped up into my head. Maybe the story is quite unusual, that's why I really would like to hear your comments on it, no matter if they are positive or negative.