I stood back from her grave, the rain pelting down around me though I didn't care, despite the fact I was soaking. The tears stung my eyes as I stood perfectly still, my eyes focused on what was in front of me. I thought back to how life used to be. The good times. To everything that I lived for and that the family and I fought for.

"She's gone," I heard a cold voice say from behind me. I knew who it was and I didn't even turn around. "Aunt Phoebe and Paige have been gone for just over a year now. This was to be expected."

"That doesn't make it any easier," I said, my voice filled with sadness and anger, however much I tried to hide it.

"The Charmed Ones are dead and so is everything they stood for."

I spun around in anger. "You're wrong!" I saw my cold hearted brother laugh and it took all my energy to stop myself from just hitting him.

"All that matters is power. Join me and we will rule together. The Halliwell Brothers – the strongest power there is," he grinned, clearly thinking about it all and what he could do with so much power. He never gave up on the idea. I shook my head at it and he growled, annoyed that yet again I had refused. "What else do you have to live for!?" he questioned me.

I turned away, once again surrounded by my thoughts. What else do I have to live for? I looked up to the sky, watching the grey clouds moving slowly above me. I cursed the Elders for not stopping this. They had had the power and yet, still, I have lost my family and now even they are not strong enough to stop him and the evil he has brought upon the world and everyone's lives. I wondered if my family were up there, watching me. My vision became blurred as I cried even more.

I wiped my eyes and turned around to face the ultimate evil. I looked in to his eyes and saw nothing but hate and anger. He longed for more power and he didn't care what else happened as long as he got it. This wasn't my brother.

I walked off leaving him standing in the rain and was surprised when I saw him walking next to me. I ignored him, looking around at what was my home. The streets we used to walk along to school. Fire blazed even when it rained, destroying the houses and everything around them. Killing innocent people. The school was now nothing but a few crumbled bricks on the ground.

I glanced at Wyatt and saw as he looked around and smiled, pleased at how things were. People in fear and the power of the fire as the flames roared, spreading from house to house. I looked away from him in disgust.

I saw a small child trying to escape one of the houses nearby as the fire swept over it. I went to go and help, but Wyatt grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I couldn't escape his grasp and I stood and watched as the fire wrapped around the little girl. I heard the scream and then, silence.

I took a deep breath and carried on, roughly pulling out of my brothers hold, though he was about to let go of me anyway.

We walked further along and I tried to ignore everything around me, even closing my eyes, but it was all still there. I could feel the heat from the flames, hear the screams and burning fire and smell the smoke that hung over the city.

The rain had slowed down slightly and the fire raged even more. I never imagined that it could be this bad and for it to all be because of my brother…never. It was hard to believe that he would do this, that the rain wasn't even enough to stop the fire, that I couldn't help others, that even his family dying had no effect and all that mattered was power. Something I didn't have enough of. Something that no one had enough of to stop him now.

This was it. This was the end. There was nothing else to live for.