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A/N: Chapter Four! As I said, sorry my chapters are short, but 1) this is pre-written and 2) I'm posting every day, right? That's gotta make up for it a bit!! Chris finally opens the box! Yay! The story is about to take a strange turn… hope you all aren't disappointed!
Chapter FourChris appeared in a swirling mass of orbs in the dark attic, next to where the box was. He noticed it was missing and wondered if Piper knew he was looking at it. He searched around for the box, looking high and low.
Stumped, Chris rested his chin in his hand, with his arm on the Book's stand. He flipped through the Book using his telekinesis.
Then, he remembered a new-forming power of his from his whitelighter half: sensing. He wasn't very good at it yet, but with enough determination, he figured he could find the box in question.
With a determined look on his young face, he closed his eyes and focused on the box. He thought about its Sharpie letters, cardboard surface, dusty… His body slowly walked over to the corner where the box was while he concentrated.
Chris opened his eyes to find the box in his arms. "Yes!" he murmured triumphantly as he staggered his way over to one of the old sofas along the attic wall. He – as carefully as an eight-year-old can manage – sat the box on the couch and grabbed the tape sealing it.
The tape pulled off easily enough. Chris began to ease the flaps of the box up when… he heard the voice again. He knew it wasn't Leo; Leo was downstairs with his mom and aunts.
"I won't get scared," Chris reassured himself. Unable to wait any longer, Chris pulled open the flaps and stared down into the box.
Inside the box were several pairs of old clothes, a few books, and a journal. Chris picked up the journal and looked inside.
Neatly written on the first page, which confused Chris severely, was:
Christopher Perry HalliwellJournal
Entry #1: June 23rd, 2020