This is a simple sequel. You might love it you might hate it. Let me know.
That which came from earth,
Has returned to the earth.
That which belonged to the spirit
Has returned to the Ancient Ones.
"As life is a day, so our brother
has passed into the night.
The fire of our life, the memories
And courage, the strength given
to us by our brother blesses
this circle. Let this newfound
freedom be your only concern Wyatt.
O' blessed spirit we bid
You await a new destiny."
Chris stood on the Golden Gate Bridge surrounded by his ancestors as he dropped Wyatt's ashes into the wind; the ashes took Wyatt's shape for a moment then flew into the wind.
A single tear rolled down Chris' cheek, "Goodbye Wyatt."
One by one the spirits of the Halliwell matriarchs departed leaving Chris with his mother, aunts, father and the young version of Wyatt Halliwell.
Chris reached over to Leo and picked up baby Wyatt, "Hey fella."
"Twis!" Wyatt giggled.
A brilliant smile lit Chris' face, "Yeah. Twis."
Piper silently studied the young man standing before her, so strong, so brave…her little peanut…her baby. It had barely been two days since their trip to the future, two days since she'd watched her son being burned at the stake. Two days since she'd seen Chris lose control of everything only to regain his composure when he laid eyes on the infant version of his big brother.
Piper had asked him that morning what his hurry for spreading the ashes was, with a smile he'd replied, "Wyatt wouldn't want me to wait."