I breathed really quickly, and tried to remember my dream. As usual, I couldn't. But I was scared to go back to sleep, too.
Wyatt was snoring. We both wanted to have our own rooms, and mom and dad said that that would happen soon, but I think that they were lying.
And Wyatt was mad at me for destroying his truck, so I didn't want to sleep with him. I walked to mom's and dad's room.
"He's having nightmares Leo, do you think that it might be connected to, well, Chris?"
I stopped.
"Piper, with our lives, I would be worried if he didn't have nightmares."
"But he's not supposed to have nightmares, he's supposed to be a happy child, with good dreams about, I don't know, unicorns!"
"Mom, I had a bad dream," I said sleepily, and stepped into their bedroom. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
"Of course peanut."
I didn't want to tell them that I had heard that they were talking about me, because mom always said that doing that will get you into trouble. I didn't want to get into trouble.
"Mom, why don't I have a past life, like Wyatt?"
"Of course you have one, peanut," mom said, and continued to chop carrots.
"But not like Wyatt," I said, and looked down onto my homework.
"Neither do I, but I've still-"
"Yeah, but you're the oldest. And I am not." I looked at her stomach, that was getting larger everyday. "I'll be the middle child, the kid that nobody cares about."
"Peanut, who told you that?" mom asked, and turned my face to her's. I looked at the onions instead. "Well, don't listen to them."
"But, mom, they're right!"
"No, peanut, they're not. I will always love you, just as much as I love Wyatt, and as much as I love my baby."
"Are you sure?" I looked at her.
"Yes. You know," mom said, and sat down in the chair next to mine. "I used to be the middle child. Grams still cared for me, just as much as she cared about Prue and Phoebe."
"Okay, mom," I said and hugged her.
"I don't want to have a sister. Grams will like her more than us," I said.
"Don't be stupid. She'll be a baby, and babies are boring," Wyatt said.
"You're boring," I told him.
"No, you are. You've got so few powers, that's what makes you boring."
"I am not boring!" I yelled, and angrily swiped away tears. I am not boring, no matter what Wyatt says.
"Then you're a crybaby," Wyatt said.
"No!" I yelled.
"Hey, hey, hey," aunt Phoebe said, walking into the waiting room with a bag of chips. "What's going on?"
"Chris is boring," Wyatt said.
"What? No, he's not. What makes you think that?"
"Because I don't have any cool powers," I said.
"Well, neither do I, but I'm not boring, am I?"
"No, but you're a grown-up, and grown-ups don't think that that matters."
"Wyatt, just because you have powers, it doesn't mean that you're less boring than Chris," aunt Phoebe said.
"I'm not boring!" Wyatt yelled, and his face grew all red.
"I wasn't saying that, sweetie. I was just saying that you have the same value, right? Wyatt, apologize to Chris, okay?"
"Sorry," Wyatt mumbled to me.
"It's okay," I said.
"And now you hug," aunt Phoebe ordered. We hugged.
"Aunt Phoebe, do you think that Grams will like our sister more than us?"
"Of course she won't. But, don't you think that it will be fun to have a sister?"
"No," Wyatt and I said at the same time, and giggled.
Ben's plan was quite good, even though dad was dead against it. Apparently, it had something to do with the Time That Should Never Be Talked About. You would come into a room, and they (mom and dad) would stop talking. It had happened numerous times.
But since dad couldn't give Ben a good reason, he (Ben) wouldn't budge. Not even when dad told him that he needed to have someone to put the guy, Zeus, in. That part wasn't edited. Although Ben still wouldn't budge.
"Do you think that he's going to go down on his knees and beg?" Wyatt whispered in my ear. I smiled, and nodded.
"But, Ben, is that the only way? Can't you summon him?" Henry asked. I liked Henry, he was the guy who respected you, who didn't look down on you even though you were a kid. And he was normal, unlike the rest of the family. Seriously, nobody else I know have ghosts over for their birthday party.
"Summon a god?" Ben asked with a disbelieving look on his face. Then he got that faraway expression that he always got when someone said something that he didn't believe. It was as though he discussed the credibility of the statement in his head, with someone else. Maybe he was a half-demon, whose demon half stood for excellent conversation?
Though I don't really think so, because he hasn't attacked us yet, and the shimmering could be something else. So could the zoning out be. He could have a split personality.
"He's not a god," dad said.
"He has godlike powers," Ben retorted, and looked incredibly childish. "Besides, his body has been destroyed."
"How'd you know that?" dad asked.
"It was an educated guess. Now, come one, we need to hurry up before the Titans get bored with the demon population."
"So what? Demons dying is good, isn't it?" Wyatt asked. The look on Ben's face said that demons dying was very bad.
Then he picked his cellphone out of his pocket.
"Want to know something really interesting?" he asked.
"All the demons are dead?"Wyatt guessed.
"No, you idiot. They're not attacking darklighters. What do you think will happen when theyäre finished with the demons? They'll kill all the whitelighters. After that, the witches are without guidance. The Charmed´Ones are gone, and, you're thoroughly fucked. We have to hurry it up."
"Okay," dad said with a determined look on his face, which meant that he would go through with the plan, even though he didn't like it, because it was a sensible option. "We'll call for an El-"
"Please, they'll take the whole day just to stand up, why can't Wyatt, or, even better, Chris, give me a ride?"
"No, if we're gonna-"
"Don't you want your wife back?" Ben interrupted, after having had that faraway look on his face. "Yes, you do. Now, Chris, we're leaving."
he held out his arm to me, and I took it.
When we arrived at Elderland, Ben was looking a bit sick, as though he was trying really hard not to puke.
"Okay, this way," he said, and pointed at, well, white. I had always been amazed that the Elders could navigate this place, but I've always thought that that comes with having lived here for years/decades/centuries. And then Ben, who has never been here before, knows exactly where to go.
But I still don't agree with Wyatt's theory, that Ben's out to get us. He would've gotten us already then. And Paige's theory is also wrong, that Ben is Cole's spy. Because mom said so, and I think that she (mom) is right.
We stopped in front of two golden gates, that I opened with the help of telekinesi, one of the three powers that I had. I didn't like to have so few powers, especially compared to my brother, because it made me feel unimportant. Mom always told me not to care about it, and dad always said that I had gotten the brains which were a lot better than having powers, but I still feel bad about it. It's like missing a limb.
Ben walked into the room, in which there was a big urn, a picture of a guy who slept, and had seaweed as hair, and a picture that was black, but with a few vague lines that looked like Ben, who then smashed that glass,.
"What the hell did you do?"
"Well, you saw what I did," Ben said.
"Yeah, but why? It's just a piece of glass, with a few lines on it that did, admittedly, look like you."
"Yeah," Ben said. "Anyway, this is what we came for," he said, and pointed at the urn. "Could you open it?"
"Why can't you?"
"Because I, think that you should do it."
"That's not a reason."
"It is. Okay, now, open, the, lid. Please," he added sarcastically at the end.
"Fine," I said, and opened it.
I had expected to see something in it, not golden light flying into me. I stumbled, and dropped the urn.
"That was a really awful thing to be stuck in," I said. "Brother, why did you not release me sooner?" I whined. "And you look great, though a bit young," I said thoughtfully.
"Really?"
"Though you're still the same boring person."
Hades sighed, yawned, and then glared at me.
"Oh, and where are the Elders? Because I want to kill them. Why didn't you do that by the way?"
"The Titans are loose, okay?"
"What, you don't want to talk? That's really rude, and to think that we haven't seen each other for decades." Hades rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms. "Though I suppose that that might have happened before."
"Titans!"Hades yelled.
"Don't get so mad, brother. Makes you all red."
AN: So, Zeus is a lot harder to deal with than Ben thought. Next chapter, there will be Titan action, and the story's drawing to and end. Can't really believe it. Please review!