Okay. i know what you think. I promise i wont abandon my other two stories,but i have to write it down! So good reading and please comment what you think. It would be easier to know. Thanks a lot! So here ya go! Oh, and i know it's short...

A thousand year ago…

Lot of people was running up and down collecting weapons and preparing for the fight. From the other side of the big wall dangerous growling could be heard frightening everyone.

"Where is the leader?" someone screamed.

"At his place." Another one answered, but the man'd never found out who. He ran to one of the buildings there and he hit the door and shot it open. In there was dark, so he nearly couldn't take out the figure at the other and of the large place.

"Lord Jillian! The demons are here! We have to fight back!" he shouted, but his voice was full of respect. The other man stood up and turned towards him.

"I see" he answered. His dark green eyes checked the man at the door, or should he say boy? He was just 20 years old 3 years younger than he. "Everybody go to the gate. Take the mortals to the cave. I will be at the wall." the boy nodded and ran out of the building as fast as he came. Jillian sighed heavily and looked at the sword in his hand.

"What do you think, Amaranth? Shall we kill some demon?" he asked the sword and laughed as he heard the reply in his mind. He stepped out of the building to join into the fight.

Now...

Leo paced up and down in the living room. He had that sickening feeling in his stomach, but he couldn't place it. Something was off and he felt powerless as he was.

"Leo! For Christ's sake! Everything gonna be okay!" Henry tried to calm him down, but he was pale too. He just arrived home to find out that his wife and daughters went to fight demons again. Coop stood leaning against the doorframe, but didn't say anything. He had enough problems with a missing child.

"It have to be, right?" Leo replied with a white face. "It's just that feeling. I'm so worried, sorry." Henry nodded and leaned back in the armchair. He just finished the move, when the room was filled with bright blue and white lights. The three men jumped to their feet and waited. The first thing what Leo saw was his eldest son. He smiled happily knowing he was alive and there, but he saw something else too… there was no happy laugh, no proud speech about the hunt, just stillness, sadness, guilt and pain. He stared at Wyatt as the young man hugged protectively a body to his chest. His hands were covered with blood and his face with tears.

"It's not true, right? It can't be true, right?" the formal elder stammered desperately. "Heal him!" he demanded staring at his oldest, who stepped back from his fathers eyes. Piper started to walk towards her husband with teary face and pained eyes, but with concern in her heart.

"Leo…"

"Don't Leo me! Heal my son! Any of you!" he screamed, but no body moved, only Wyatt sobbed silently tightening his hold on his brother.

"Wyatt, hon. Take him to Magic School, okay?" Piper tried to be gentle, but her voice failed her not once.

"He is not taking him anywhere!" Leo hissed furiously. "How can you be so cold?"

"Leo ENOUGH! Wyatt Go!" Piper screamed finally. When he was gone, she sent a look at her silently crying sisters and their families.

"Leave us alone, please" she chocked out and watched as the others disappeared, everybody with her/his way of teleport.

"What the Hell is going on?" Leo attacked her with words immediately.

"We need to talk…"

Wyatt reappeared at magic school. He laid the body onto one of the couches and sat down next to his brother at the floor. There was no student, no teacher there, because of the exposure, but he wasn't interested. He didn't care if the world fall apart or the World's End come, moreover he waited, wanted it to happen. A darklighter. A fucking darklighter took away his best friend and he couldn't save him or take revenge, 'cause it got away. Nobody saw it coming, nobody saw the attacker, just the accomplishment of it.

He lost all of his sense about the world, but he was interrupted when a strong arm grabbed his shoulder. He lifted his teary eyes to the other man and met with familiar crystal blue, terrifield ones.

"What happened?" Salogel stammered looking at his formal student, who lay still on the couch. Wyatt opened his mouth to say something, but no voice came out of his throat. After a minute he gave up and cried again. Salogel held his shoulders trying to calm the boy, but he had to fight with his own grief to support the boy…

None of them seemed to remember/recognize that there was one more being in the room. Amaranth. The magical being just stood in the background staring at his failure. His vow shattered into little peaces. Thousand years of lies and failure overwhelmed his mind, forcing him onto his knees…

"Amaranth…promise me something…"

"…I promise…"