A/N: This is post-Forever Charmed. It's mostly going to be about Piper and Leo's children (mainly Chris), but Paige and Phoebe's children will make appearances as well. In this story, Wyatt is 25/26 years old, Chris is 23 years old, and Melinda is 20/21 years old. FIRST ATTEMPT AT CHARMED FANFICTION, so please be nice. O.o

****** This is a prologue. It is SUPPOSED to be confusing.

Chris Halliwell sat on the cool metal as a welcoming calm breeze blew through his hair.

Cars rushed along the road a couple hundred feet or so below him, interrupting what would have been silence. Chris stood, and began to slowly pace back and forth, contemplating his next plan of action.

A new swoosh of wind and orbs of light alerted him of another presence. "Chris."

Chris turned to face his elder brother, Wyatt.

"You can't do this to yourself," Wyatt told him sternly. "It's not your fault. Blaming yourself will not solve anything."

"It's kinda hard not to feel guilty, isn't it?" Chris countered, failing to hide the remorse in his voice.

Wyatt sighed. "Come back, Chris. Melinda won't speak to anyone, and Mom's scared out of her mind that you'll do something rash. All Dad can do is comfort them. Aunt Phoebe and Paige have already called multiple times. Come home," Wyatt pleaded. "Our family needs you."

Chris remained silent.

"Fine, don't come back, but I only hope you can live with being the reason our heritage falls apart," Wyatt added harshly.

Still, Chris did not speak a word. Maybe it was because he couldn't think of something to say, or maybe it was because of the hypocrisy of his brother's statement.

Wyatt sighed again, putting a hand wearily over his eyes. He let his arm fall back down to his side after a moment, and walked closer to Chris. "I understand that it's hard on you- it's been hard for all of us. But it's been weeks… It's over. Destiny is destiny. We can't change it, no matter how hard we try."

Chris scoffed. "Nothing's over until there is no one left to fight for it."

"And you have Chris… But time has taken its toll. What's done is done," Wyatt reasoned.

"Well excuse me if I refuse to believe such a ridiculous thing," Chris snapped, losing his temper.

A third figure orbed into the scene, dressed in a white and gold robe.

Both brothers turned to glare at the newcomer, but after realization, their anger quickly faded.

The elder, whom Wyatt and Chris recalled as Sandra, held up her hands in defense. She appeared to be very distressed and was slightly panting. "It is just me," she spoke carefully. "I bring news, but I don't have much time."

"What is it?" Wyatt questioned, as Chris listened intently.

"The other elder's have assessed the situation, but they were equally divided on the verdict."

"Were?" Chris asked.

"Were," Sandra confirmed. "There is another elder who betrayed us. He flew into a rage after the vote was finally in your favor, revealing his true identity to us. We had suspicious that there was a traitor among us, but until now we had no proof. He started attacking us, causing the other elders and I to flee. He mentioned something about harvesting the Charmed ones' power-"

"-Of course-" Chris interjected bitterly.

"-but I was not able to understand much of his shouting."

"Who?" Wyatt asked.

"I cannot say; it will put you in danger."

"We have to know, so we can stop him," Chris argued.

Sandra paused to study him carefully for a moment. "You are missed," she commented plainly.

"… Where is she?" Chris asked, his voice growing strangely soft and quiet.

"She's safe," Sandra promised, "for now, at least. All I know is that there is little time. He plans to erase the world's memory of this event, including all the elders and the Charmed ones, save himself."

Wyatt's brows furrowed in concentration and concern. "We have to do something."

"You're right," Sandra agreed. "I suggest you return to the manor as soon as possible and write what I'm telling you down, so even when your memory is erased you'll be able to solve this."

"That'll take too long!" Chris protested.

"Yeah," Wyatt agreed. "Just tell us who you're talking about and we'll-"

In a blink of an eye, a bright light flashed over the earth, causing the three to shield their eyes. A moment later, they carefully opened their eyes, and briefly looked at their surroundings.

"… What was that?" Chris asked curiously.

"No idea," Wyatt replied, checking to make sure he actually was where he thought he was. Shaking his head clear of thoughts, he noted Sandra's presence. "Sandra," he nodded in polite greeting.

Sandra seemed slightly surprised as well, but nodded back as well. "Wyatt… Chris. I feel as if there was something I was supposed to inform you about. Hm… Anyways, how is your family?"

"They're fine," Wyatt replied with a smile.

"Well…" Sandra stated awkwardly, "I suppose I best be going, then. Do say hello to your parents for me, will you?"

Wyatt nodded as she orbed back up to the heavens. "So," he turned to his brother, "You coming home anytime soon? Mom made spaghetti."

Chris contemplated for a moment, and then smiled. He did love his mom's spaghetti. "Sure," he replied, and they both orbed home.

Should I continue? (Feedback is welcome) :)