I haven't been here in a very long time. Due to busy schedules, university and stuff. But it's Christmas Vay-Cay! And I want to make some of my readers (or all of them) happy with this nice little epilogue, and hopefully a new chapter for Future Renewed Sequel: "Future Unknown."

"Mr. Halliwell!" A loud booming voice rang across the hallway of the school. Wyatt almost didn't react, most of the time it was Chris that had pulled a prank or something. But then Wyatt remembered that his little bother was 'sick' at home. With wide eyes Wyatt turned around and stared at the dean of their human school.

"Dean Finch, how are you this morning?" Wyatt asked politely, completely oblivious to the anger the man was emanating. Wyatt, for someone so powerful, you're unbelievable dense sometimes. Chris thought, but he had to keep a straight face or else he would immediately give away his glamour.

"Mr. Halliwell, I'm pleased to see you've still got some manners left in you. As you've been caught sneeking into the girls' lockerroom… on camera." Chris said sternly, but he had to hurry up. The glamour was taking its toll on his powers. "Follow me, Mr. Halliwell. So we can discuss a proper punishment for this insubordination." He continued as he walked away from Wyatt, knowing Mr. Goody-two-shoes would immediately follow.

"Damn, Wyatt? How'd you get caught?" DJ, or Derek Junior, the half-manticore, said shocked.

"Not now, DJ. Mr. FINCH! Hold'up." Wyatt said as he ran after the Dean. Once caught up: "Mr. Finch, you must've mistaken me for someone else. I would never…" Wyatt started apologizing as soon as they'd entered the Dean's office. But suddenly he stopped, something didn't feel right here. He glanced at the dean and he was almost smirking. Frowning, but then having a magical insight, Wyatt felt for his brother along there link, and he felt pretty damn near… in fact. Wyat''s eyes widened even more, "Chris?" he asked hesitantly.

The Dean, or better yet Chris, started laughing his ass off.

"You twat! How're you doing this? A spell?" Wyatt yelled as he watched Chris morph back into himself, although somewhat altered. There was something different about him.

"You should've seen your face!" Chris laughed.

"Glad you're feeling better." Wyatt answered sarcastically. Before glancing at his watch, "Put your glasses on, we're gonna be late for class."

"I don't need them, anymore." Chris said with a smile. Before rephrasing, "Well, I don't need them anymore for magical reasons at least." He said as he followed Wyatt out of the office.

"What're you talking about? And how'd you do it?" Wyatt asked.

"I got a new ability, I can glamour!" Chris replied with a hushed tone as to not sound 'insane in the membrane' to all the humans. "If you haven't noticed, my eyes are blue." He added.

Wyatt stopped and looked at Chris. That was it, his eyes were blue… somehow it still looked familiar, natural. "Ah, that's what it is. So… now you won't comatose people anymore?"

"Nope! Mom said, she and dad were expecting it. I bet they knew all along, from the elders or something." Chris muttered.

"Could be." Wyatt replied as they stopped by their lockers to grab some books. "At least you don't look like a dork now." Wyatt said with a smirk, earning himself a punch in the arm.

"Thanks Wyatt, really helping my self-confidence here." Chris replied blant. "I still need glasses, I'm farsighted remember?"

"Oh yeah, so still a douche."

Chris squinted at his brother, "A douche, that's two years younger than you, skipped two grades and now is in senior year with you, star-player of the soccer team… Yeah, a douche."

Wyatt chuckled, "Yeah, yeah. We know you're the smart one. Quit bragging about it…" he said as he made his way to the end of the hallway.

Chris smiled, "And one with now THREE! Powers that you don't possess!" He yelled. And felt even better when he heard and felt Wyatt groan.

Yeah, life was pretty good.