My name is Ryan Victor Halliwell and I have a secret that could change the world if it should ever become public. I'm a witch. Not just any ordinary witch either; I'm the youngest son of Piper Halliwell, a Charmed One. But it isn't even just the fact that my mother is a Charmed One that makes me different even from my own cousins it's the fact that I have two older brothers as well. So in other words I'm the youngest of the newest Charmed Ones.
My mom, dad, and well pretty much everybody in my family talks about what a surprise it was when they found out that mom was pregnant with me. They really weren't expecting for mom to have another kid, especially not another boy. Mom apparently completely freaked out when she found out that not only was her eldest son the twice-blessed but that all of her children were suddenly the Charmed Ones. She hated that fact. Mom had always wanted her life to have as little magic in it as possible. But seeing as how that was impossible for herself she had hoped that she could at least give her children an as normal of a life as possible.
I had always been happy with my childhood. Even with all the demons trying to kill everyone I never felt safer or happier then when I was with my family. Sure my family isn't the perfect Brady Bunch family. We argue, have fights, and don't always agree with each other but we were always there for one another and we were happy as a family could be or so I assumed.
I had never really noticed just how differently everybody in the family is towards other members. Or just how I really didn't know some members of the family as well as I thought I did. It wasn't even until about three months ago that I even really noticed. That's when I got my newest power as a witch.
Before that I only had the powers of orbing, healing, levitation and premonitions. I only ever got the orbing and healing powers because Dad was only a Whitelighter by the time I was born. Dad had always said to just be patient and that I would get more witch powers when the time came. He was right. I eventually inherited my Aunt Pheobe's power of Empathy as well and that's when everything changed.
That's when I began to realize that I really don't know my older brother Chris. That nobody in my family really knows him. I suppose I should explain how exactly I came to this epiphany. To do that I should start from the beginning, a week before Thanksgiving….
It was like any normal Thursday in the Halliwell family was. Alarm clocks would go off insistently while I would knock it off the inn table. Wyatt would then walk into my room and use Telekinesis to rip off my blankets and possibly splash cold water on me if necessary. As you can tell I'm not a morning person.
After I got up and dressed I would sluggishly drag myself downstairs and into the kitchen where the wonderful aroma of mom's cooking would greet me.