A Thousand Words.
Chris orbed into P3, angry and scared.
His whole life his family had always taught him to stay one step ahead of any demon they needed to face. Chris had always managed to do it no problem. It just came naturally to him.
Since he came to the 'past' Charmed One's to help them, Chris has been sending them on a mad demon hunt everyday, and they were sick of it. So Chris had set out on his own to vanquish as many as possible, if only to give himself a flicker of hope that he could save his world and his family.
Sighing, Chris rubbed his hand over his face. His hope had left him long ago but.
He was tried of looking for demons every second of everyday and it was starting to show as he was not covering his tracks, but he didn't care.
He was starting to doubt that there was really any point in fighting them anymore. He doubted that many of his family would be alive if he ever made it home.
Hearing a noise behind him, Chris spun around and sent a jolt of electricity flying from his hand and connecting with a demons chest, causing the demon to burst into flames.
Mentally kicking himself, Chris quickly put the furniture the demon had knocked over back into an upright position before orbing out of P3.
He had been getting lazy. He had let a high powered demon see him and now there was a bounty on his head.
Orbing onto the Golden Gate Bridge, Chris just sat there and watched all the cars going by down below.
He thought about what it would be like to just give in. To stop fighting for something that can never be achieve.
Wyatt had turned evil, was destroying the world and ever so slowly, killing everyone that Chris loved all because Chris refused to join him and cross over.
He had lost faith in everything. He could no longer see the point in fighting for a dieing cause.
Closing his eyes, Chris lay down; feeling the wind on his face was something he hadn't experienced for many years.
Sitting up suddenly, Chris felt something touch his leg.
Looking down he found a small envelope.
Frowning, he slowly opened it.
A small photo fell out, along with a letter.
A tiny smiled played on Chris's lips as he looked at the photo.
It was of his 2 younger sisters.
The both had long brown hair like their mother and they were both smiling. Dressed in simple clothes, Chris could see the look of pain hidden in their smiles, as they enjoyed a small time of rare happiness.
Chris carefully unfolded the letter and read it aloud.
'Bear faith and strength will come,
Seek it and strength will come
Sing, Sing
It's with strength you belong
Sing, Sing
It's with strength, hope will come.'
Chris held the letter and just stared at it. They had not written to him with an update on what was going on in the future, they had not written to him asking him what his progress was.
They had written him a poem. A short poem that spoke a thousand words for Chris.
The sun was setting on the horizon, creating a mixture of beautiful colours.
Chris smiled, he might not have faith in what he was doing, but knowing his family had faith in him gave him the strength he needed to carry on.
Watching the sunset was breath taking and he could only hope that in the future he would be able to provide a world like this for his sisters. A world where you can just sit and watch the sun set.
Sorry for any mistakes. This just came to me so i typed it up quickly and now im going to bed before i collapse of exhaustion. XxPrincess-LeaselxX