Disclaimer – I do not own Charmed or any Characters associated with the show. They belong to Spelling and Co.

A/N – Hey, this is my first fan fiction in a long time, and also my first Charmed one. It's set in the future, and features Wyatt, Chris and Prue (Phoebe's Daughter who I made up for the purpose of this story) and one of the worst foes in the Halliwell history. If all goes well then the story will unfold as I update. This first chapter isn't all that long, it's just to begin the story. Please read and review. Thanks.

Chapter 1

Chris sat in one of the old chairs, flicking through the Book of Shadows. He needed to do something, anything; to take his mind of what had happened. He came across the page his dad had started writing about White Lighters for himself and his older brother Wyatt. He ran his finger, down the yellowing, rough page, memories of the past twenty years flooding back and with them a fresh batch of tears began to flow as well.

I should have stopped it; I should have been there but instead I was more occupied with my own life. I should have been there.

He shook his head, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind. Now wasn't the time for what ifs, everything happens for a reason, wasn't that what his family had always told him? So, he should just accept it.

Wrong, he couldn't, half witch, half White Lighter, all packaged together with a nice set of human emotions. Emotions he couldn't deny but they where becoming too much. He flicked the page over quickly determined to succeed in his task to take his mind off things.

"Hey, you ok kid?"

Chris glanced up as his brother sat down opposite him. His eyes were red, he looked drained but yet he still managed a small smile. Wyatt looked down at the book and moved it from his brothers' grasp, closing it and slipping it under one of the chairs.

"Now's not the time for spells Chris, no more magic. We can't, not now."

"I have to do something."

"There's nothing you can do."

Chris looked up, finally looking his brother in the eyes. His own wide with shock and anger. Wyatt immediately regretted what he had said, but it was to late. Chris stood up, running a hand through his brown hair. He shook his head, trying to calm himself down, trying to remain in control. Wyatt had hit him where it really hurt. He had always been in his older brothers shadow, and that had just confirmed it, there was nothing he could do.

"Exactly. I can't do anything, I feel powerless. I should have been there, whether I stopped it happening or not, doesn't matter right now. But instead I was off trying to have a life. My parents died and I wasn't even there to try and help. I …"

He quickly brought his hands up to his face, trying to hide his tears from his brother. But Wyatt knew him better than that. He stood up, wrapping his arms around his younger brother, trying to offer whatever comfort he could. He closed his eyes, blinking back his own tears, before orbing himself and Chris up to his room.

"Get some sleep. I promise you, this isn't the end, and it isn't over yet. Just don't blame yourself ok?"

Chris smiled back and nodded his head, watching as Wyatt left his room. He was right when he had said it wasn't over, it was only just the beginning of a brand new adventure for the Halliwell family. One small step in this twisted life.

He winced as he heard a door slam, followed by his younger cousin screaming for Wyatt to leave her alone. Obviously, Prue wasn't taking the news that entirely well. And who could blame her?

He closed his eyes once more, allowing a restless sleep to drift over him.

A/N – If you like, or if you didn't, please let me know, it would be much appreciated. Thanks.