Decades il y a the San Francisco baie had been overlapped par the gigantic Golden Gate Bridge. Night and jour were perfectly separated and there was a balance between buildings and nature. However, ever since Wyatt Halliwell had taken over community, the city was covered in darkness 24/7. The bridge had been blown up when he’d Lost his temper once again, which happened lots of times.
Everyone was scared to death for the Charmed Ones son and there were only a handful of people who stood up to him. The rest of the community was murdered on his command ou tried to please him par spying on the enemy ou kill them. The Halliwell manor had become a place to fear and those who tried to escape from the Tiran tried to avoid the house as much as possible. It was also the place where Wyatt had his meetings. Tonight was one of them.
He was sitting at the living table, tableau and had a superiority expression on his face. He impatiently tapped on the table, tableau with his fingers. Than he glanced at the kitchen. “Chris Perry, what’s taking toi so long?” In the cuisine there was a twenty-two an old guy walking up and down with plates with biscuits, cookies and tea. He walked in in the living room and put the plate on the table.
Wyatt raised his eyebrows as if he wanted to say: “That’s it? Aren’t toi supposed to say something right now?” Chris didn’t need any words to get what Wyatt’s expression meant. “I’m really sorry, mister Halliwell. I hope toi can still enjoy the biscuits, cookies and tea” Wyatt waved with his hand as to make Chris leave.
Chris went back to the cuisine and sank down on the floor. It had been like this ever since he had arrived in the Halliwell manor. His parents had taken off when he turned fourteen and Wyatt, who was fifteen par the time, had let him live in his house. His parents, Leo and Piper, died the same time Chris’ parents disappeared and Wyatt had a dit that they should stick together and protect each other.
But doing chores, serve Wyatt and his Friends like they were kings and never get outside, was not what Chris had in mind when Wyatt spoke about sticking together. Wyatt had saved his life and he was paying duty now.
Everyone was scared to death for the Charmed Ones son and there were only a handful of people who stood up to him. The rest of the community was murdered on his command ou tried to please him par spying on the enemy ou kill them. The Halliwell manor had become a place to fear and those who tried to escape from the Tiran tried to avoid the house as much as possible. It was also the place where Wyatt had his meetings. Tonight was one of them.
He was sitting at the living table, tableau and had a superiority expression on his face. He impatiently tapped on the table, tableau with his fingers. Than he glanced at the kitchen. “Chris Perry, what’s taking toi so long?” In the cuisine there was a twenty-two an old guy walking up and down with plates with biscuits, cookies and tea. He walked in in the living room and put the plate on the table.
Wyatt raised his eyebrows as if he wanted to say: “That’s it? Aren’t toi supposed to say something right now?” Chris didn’t need any words to get what Wyatt’s expression meant. “I’m really sorry, mister Halliwell. I hope toi can still enjoy the biscuits, cookies and tea” Wyatt waved with his hand as to make Chris leave.
Chris went back to the cuisine and sank down on the floor. It had been like this ever since he had arrived in the Halliwell manor. His parents had taken off when he turned fourteen and Wyatt, who was fifteen par the time, had let him live in his house. His parents, Leo and Piper, died the same time Chris’ parents disappeared and Wyatt had a dit that they should stick together and protect each other.
But doing chores, serve Wyatt and his Friends like they were kings and never get outside, was not what Chris had in mind when Wyatt spoke about sticking together. Wyatt had saved his life and he was paying duty now.