A/N: I want to dedicate this chapter to everyone that reviewed this story. I love you guys!
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Epilogue:
That day changed a lot. The world suddenly became aware of magic and what had been happening right under their noses. They learned of demons and warlocks and witches and whitelighters. The Elders worried. The mortal world was never supposed to know of magic. But then again, Wyatt was never supposed to turn evil.Or so they thought. The Elders had never heard of the prophecy that told of Wyatt's turning and my role in it until the day Bianca and I found it in her Grimoire. I don't know if they had just lost the prophecy or forgotten about it or both. And I really don't want to know.
In the Halliwell Manor, things went on as normal, or as normal as they could. Mom, Aunt Paige, and Aunt Phoebe still held their duty as the Charmed Ones and fought the evils in the world as best they could.
Things however changed between my parents and me. They paid attention, listened to what I said, cared about what happened in my day. I liked it. Hell, I loved it. They cared and they listened because they wanted to, not because Aunt Paige would tell them that they had to. They apologized several times for doing to me what they had done. All I cared about was that they at least recognized their mistake and tried to fix it.
Bianca, we learned, had no family left. Her mother was vanquished years ago but some witch and ever since then, Bianca had been living with her friends. It was obvious that she couldn't do that anymore. Aunt Phoebe and her really connected and she became sort of Aunt Phoebe's "adopted" daughter. She came to live with us at the already crowded manor and started attending magic school with me. Oddly enough, Bianca was better at the whole magic school thing than I was. I didn't get it. I had been going there longer and I still didn't get A's like she did. Then I remembered that Aunt Phoebe and her spent hours pouring over the Book and working on potions. No wonder Bianca was so good at magic.
Aunt Paige and I still hung out all the time with Katie along for the ride. Since we no longer had to "clean" the classrooms at magic school –a janitor of sorts had finally been hired and Mom wouldn't let us do that anymore after finding out the little secret- Aunt Paige took it upon herself to force a kind of exercise thing upon me and Bianca. Let's just say that a two-mile run every morning was not anyone but Aunt Paige's sense of a good time. Soon after, both me and Bianca came up with reasons not to go and eventually Aunt Paige got the hint. Instead, she settled for just being the aunt we could go to talk about stuff. That and Katie was growing older and kept Aunt Paige busier with dealing with her powers and teaching Katie how to protect herself.
The period of bliss ended in the manor after about two years. Wyatt had come back and he was angry. They didn't stand a chance. It happened while Bianca and I had taken Katie to the movies. We came back and they were all dead. Mom, Aunt Paige, Aunt Phoebe, Dad, Uncle Richard. There was nothing we could have done to save them.
We managed to give them all a proper Wiccan burial before Wyatt's "destiny" came into play. He turned to the world into his domain. He hunted witches. He slowly diminished the numbers of good in the world until there was barely any left. They only good you would find was in the underworld. Ironically, the underworld turned into a hiding place for witches and other various forces of good. It was strange, being forced underground. But Bianca and I managed to gain control over the underworld. We became its leaders. The people that that they came to for help. Katie helped. She was still too young to go above ground. But then, Bianca and I were only 16 and were the leaders of thousands of witches. Bianca taught Katie how to defend herself. They spent hours going over fighting techniques and tweaking Katie's powers to a point where she could defend herself against any demon or warlock that may attack her. Katie was a quick learner.
I didn't realize that I loved Bianca as more than a friend until we almost lost her. She had been above ground, just doing a routine check on how things were fairing when she was attacked. Somehow, she managed to shimmer back into the underworld where one of the few whitelighter's left healed her. I realized then and there that I would never let her go and that I loved her. She felt the same. We've been dating –if you call stolen moments of romance, dating- ever since.
I came back to the burial sites today. It was the anniversary of their deaths. Six long years had passed since they had been killed by him. I came here every year, just to think. It was one of the few times that I got solitude from what was happening in the world to reflect on what happened so far.
I didn't let Katie venture up into the world above to much. Even though she is 15 now, I worry about her safety. And coming into the world above was not safe. I know she resented me for it but then she didn't really know what Wyatt could do. She didn't remember the weather attack Wyatt had done against San Francisco years ago.
Carefully I brushed some leaves and gunk that had gathered on the headstones revealing the letters etched into the stone. Mom, Aunt Phoebe, and Aunt Paige had been buried side by side with Dad on Mom's right and Uncle Richard to Aunt Paige's left. The five of them lay side by side and would forever remain that way. Wyatt wasn't stupid enough to disturb a cemetery and wouldn't let his demons do so either.
"I'll fix this," I said out loud to the headstones. "I'll find a way."
A soft breeze blew over the cemetery and I knew they were there. I could sense them all. I could feel the love and pride they all poured into me, reassuring me that they would always be at my side. I smiled and turned from the graves. I stopped at the gate where you entered the cemetery and glanced back. I swear that I saw them standing there. Plain as day, there they were all five in a row, smiling back at me. Still smiling, I turned from the graves once again and faced the ruin that was San Francisco.
"It's my destiny."
My eyes swept over the ruined landscape that was once a proud city and I walked down the street. Fires from vanquishes or fighting lined the street on both sides and there was the foulest stench in the air. I didn't notice any of it. What I noticed was the lone tree struggling to plant its roots in the middle of the street. It was hard battle for the tree to win but it was obviously doing so.
I would beat Wyatt. I was the tree trying to settle in the middle of something I didn't belong in. The tree had won and so would I. It was only a matter of time.
A/N: Should I write a sequel to this? I kinda have one in mind. Let me know.
Reponse to reviews:
Unwanted souless freak- Bianca is cool and I have yet to accept that I can only have Chris in my dreams. I still have yet to accept that he is no longer going to be on the show. Yeah, it's gonna take me awhile.
Marysmary- i never thought of it that way but no whenever i read that chapter over again, i think of little nicky too. but that's okay, little nicky's a good enough movie that i dont care. YAY! more people from Denial!
Pink-Charmed-One- Of course there is internet access in Denial, or I wouldnt be able to be posting this story. and yeah we have donuts, what kind of magical land doesnt have donuts? TO get to Denial, just refuse to accept something, say Chris's death, and poof, there you are, in Denial. It's very simple. And of course Drew lives here, it is Denial after all.
cherry7up56- Yeah me too, I always want to see Wyatt get his butt kicked. I hate him so much. Okay so you dont think that my chapter totally bombed, that's good, my opinion of my writing is going up.
ibpapasgirl- okay, so more people think that my chapter was good. now i have some faith in my ability as a writer, thanks.
Thanks, again, to everyone who reviewed. Hopefully I'll see a review coming from you guys on my other story. Check my author's page, you'll figure it out.