Boys, Girls, here comes the last chapter. Don't hate me because of this... The sequel is: Amaranth's deal
Everybody sighed with relief. None of the demons were alive and Wyatt was back with Sam. Prue informed her baby brother about the things what happened while they were her. Sam turned excitedly to his second oldest cousin.
"I know what power yu have!"
"He?"
"It's called insight! You can see into people and know what are they their intentions nad everything like that! It's cool!" Chris laughed at him kindly.
"You are eight. Cool" Mean while…
"Mom! Air!" Wyatt mumbled when his mother wrapped her arms around him like Prue and Phoebe did with Sam. Piper turned to her youngest after hugging Wyatt.
"Did you regret to call us?" she asked with teary smile. Chris shook his head also smiling.
"No. And did you regret to accept Bianca?" Piper stepped back from him and turned to the girl. After a second she stepped forward and hugged her. Bianca stared at Piper in shock, but retuned the huge.
"Take care of my son." Piper said. Bianca pulled away and looked straight to her eyes.
"I promise!" she answered seriously. Chris smiled at them. It will be a Hell for him. An overprotective Mother, a more overprotective brother and the most overprotective girlfriend. Oh, and don't forget Amaranth. How will he live with them? A soft pang disturbed his peacefully thoughts. He turned toward the voice. He didn't saw anything...But...
Wyatt saw as his brother turned away and looked at the other end of the cave. He froze as he saw the arrow flying toward the boy. It hit him on the chest, it went through him and came out at his back. It happened too fast that he couldn't do anything and nobody awakened to the danger until it was too late. Chris' white shirt quickly turned blood red. The boy slowly fell to his knees than forward into the dirt.
"Chris!" Wyatt shouted and he was at his side in a minute. He felt pain but why can't he feel anything from the boy? Voices called around him, but he ignored them. He turned Chris onto his back. His eyes were closed and his lips were blue on his white face. He didn't breath. Wyatt put his hands above the wound, but the golden glow never came.
"You can't heal the dead." he heard a voice as it said it.
"NOOO" he cried out desperately to shut it out , than he lowered his head onto his brother's unmoving chest.
"I'm sorry" he heard again the familiar tone. He looked up across his tears and saw an old, dark skinned man.
"Who the Hell are you?" he hissed angrily. The old man ignored him, just looked at Chris. "Did you do it?" Wyatt shout and raised his hand to kill the bastard. The man looked at him with a gently and sad smile.
"I'm sorry. Nobody can heal the dead." And there was nothing left…