Part One.

For some, the silence could have been terrifying. The streets too empty, the houses quietly gathering dust, the air musty and thick with tension had sent many people fleeing for their lives. They knew there was something bad coming. There was evil all around them, drowning them, cursing them to death even as they ran.

Many of the residents of San Francisco were no longer alive.

There was one, lone person still living in the city, and she was not scared. She had never been scared of her fate, of the threatening silence that followed her everywhere she went. The one thing she had been scared of was losing the ones she loved, and she had lost them anyway.

She had lost them to the deadly evil that surrounded her, and ever since that heartbreaking day, she had vowed to stay where she was, and fight for all the lives that had been lost.

All because of her nephew, her future was no more. The only thing she had now was herself, her virtually destroyed home, and two badly burnt books.

Those books were the most important things to her, now. They were her guidance.

Her photograph album, to keep her sisters alive in her heart, and the Book of Shadows.

She had no idea what use it would be without the Power of Three, but she knew that she would be taking a sweet, sweet revenge on Wyatt Matthew Halliwell.