A/N: Like the mystery summery? Lol. And you won't know who the surviving sister is for a while either. Maybe by the end of this chapter or beginning of the next you'll figure it out or I'll just say. I'm holding it off for as long as I can – Evil Grin. – But it might be hard to not write who it is for that long, so . . . We'll see what happens. Lol.

Note: For all those reading them, I'm still posting Chapters for "A Vision of Utopia" and "Generation Charmed". I just couldn't wait to post this any longer!

Well, enjoy and please, please review!

PS: Sorry if it's kind of boring or sorta bad. It was hard to come up with things to write without giving away who the remaining sister is. Just bear with me until next chapter - or, possibly, the end of this chapter. That's when it'll get better because I'll finally reveal who the remaining sister is.

So enjoy and please review! Thanks!

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The wind blew softly around her as the priest spoke. Around her, several people were crying. Others stared blankly – numbly – at the two white, gold-trimmed caskets that held the bodies of two of the Halliwell Sisters. Only a few other people, she included, knew the real reason her sisters had died, but few knew the real reason two young, kind, sweet women had been murdered.

Tears slipped from her eyes and down her cheeks. She felt weak and defeated; she should have been able to save her sister's from dying. She had been able to kill the demon, at least. How, she didn't know. With the Power of Three lost, she was weakened. Maybe it had been her will to fight, or her deep hatred for the demon for killing her sisters. Whatever the case, it was gone and she could at least say she had justified her sister's deaths – even though that couldn't and wouldn't bring them back.

The priest finished the ceremony and did some kind of ritual that she was unfamiliar with. As it were, she felt guilty not having a Wiccan perform the ceremony. But after loosing two sisters because of magic, she felt only hatred toward the stupid craft. She felt betrayed by it and everything she had ever known about it.

Sighing, she walked to the front of the room to begin the stupid "Sorry for your lose" hand shake and fake smile. How could she smile and say 'thank you' when she'd just lost her sisters? It all felt so unfair. So cruel. So heartless.

When the ceremony was over, she lingered for just a few moments, staring at the white caskets and trying not to cry. If she started to cry again, she'd never stop. When she couldn't take it anymore, she left.

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Halliwell Manor was silent.

It was odd and weird and very unusual, as was it disturbing and sad. She was used to the hustle and bustle; three women running to and fro trying to get ready for work and the day ahead of them. No more pounding on the bathroom door when she was running late; No more borrowing of clothes. She had no one to make coffee for and no one to yell at when she was frustrated. No more demon attacks, she assumed. It wasn't as if the Charmed Ones were a threat to anyone now. It was just her, The Power of One. She was weak without her sisters. She was alone without them.

Unsure of what to do with herself now, she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. But everywhere, pictures of her and her sisters surrounded her. She got up and walked to the kitchen. But even there, memories haunted her. The kitchen was where they had gathered in the morning for breakfast and chitchat. The kitchen was where they had made potions and spells. Growing frustrated, she left the kitchen and walked upstairs. But where could she possibly go there? Not into her sisters rooms, which would surely make her cry; Not into her room, where she had conversed with her sisters over many things; not to the bathroom, which held many different demonic stories. Maybe to the attic? She always felt comforted there.

In the attic, she walked to the Book of Shadows, where it sat on a tall wooden podium. She took in the scent of dust, very old antiques, and the scent of old leather and paper from the Book. She flipped through the pages, not really looking for anything in particular. She stopped when she found a spell that caught her eye. It was a spell to bind a witches powers.

Did she dare?

Magic was a part of her and had been a part of her sisters and her family for hundreds of generations. Could she really, with one spell, strip herself of such a heritage? Would it be selfish to want a normal life? To have a normal life – something her sisters would never again get to have?

She did. But she didn't want to strip herself of her powers. So, she tweaked the spell a bit.

She took a deep breath and recited the spell:

"Here these words, hear my plea.

Form a cloak so none magical can find me."

She said it three times. She probably didn't need to, but it was a weak spell and she wanted to be sure it worked. It felt odd, but she knew it was for the best. She wanted to have a normal life, one without demons and constantly worrying that a demon would come to finish her off and thus permanently destroying the Charmed Ones and any future generations.

Tears filled her eyes as she glanced around the attic. She realized that just cloaking her self wouldn't do it. Every Whitelighter and demon in the world knew where the Halliwell Sisters lived. As much as she hated to do it, she had to move. But she'd leave the house exactly as it was and pray her dearest friends kept the house alive for her.

She also realized that if she told anyone she was leaving, they'd try to stop her. But she had to go. She had to get out of this house, away from this life. She'd bring the Book of Shadows, no doubt; she wanted to leave her old life behind but she'd never forgive herself if anything ever happened to the Book. She'd also pack a few of her own possessions, including some of her sister's things to remember them by.

And she'd leave tonight. She'd pack her belongings into her car and drive all night until she was as far away from San Francisco as possible, as far away from her old life as possible. She'd live a normal life, free of demons and warlocks. She'd settle down, get a job, and maybe even have a family. She'd do all the things she hadn't been able to do when she was a witch.

Taking a few deep breaths, she walked to the attic door, clutching the Book in her arms. Her eyes swept the dusty room once more before she shut the door to attic and the door to her old life.

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(A/N: Hope you liked it! Next chapter, you'll find out who survived right away! So please review and read on!)