Sunday, April 17, 2011

Ending of Charmed

Piper took the Book of Shadow down stair and put on the dinner table, facing her sisters.
Paige looked at her.
‘Don’t tell me we have to go fight the demon.’
‘No, I don’t think we have to do that anytime soon.’
Paige smiled.
‘And what was with the book?’ asked Phoebe.
‘Well, I think we should write everything down. Everything that happened, everything we want future generation to know, so that we can pass down, just like it passed down to us.’
Phoebe smiled and Paige nodded.
‘After you,’ said Paige while looking at Phobe.
Piper gave the book to Phoebe and then she charmingly opened the thick book with her full expectation. She picked up a pen and began to write on it.

Phoebe Halliwell
So much had happened in the last 8 years. So much had been gained and lost. Still in some ways, I feel like my life is really just beginning.

She had married to Coop. She was wearing in white, holding her lover’s hands.
‘Do you, Phoebe Halliwell, take this man to be your lovely wedded husband?’ spoke the Angel of Destiny.
‘I do.’

And it was. Although I loved before, I never really know love until I met Coop, a man who I shared this special little girl that I long ago foreseen, but feared that I might never have.

“Mommy we love you,” said the little girls who was hugging Phoebe. She kissed them.

Along with two other special little girls I had not foreseen, I was suddenly so blessed that had a new family of my own, and old friends to shared with.

The two little girls came to Billie Jenkins’s, watched and waved to their mother who went out to work.

And though I kept working and giving advices to those who asked, I was more interested in helping them find love. Since finally, having been loved.

Paige Matthew
Phoebe had become somewhere of an expert of the subject. As for me, life without demons opens up some more ever new. Henry of course, continues to look after his parolees, even they don’t want to be looked after. But still making time to help me with little Henry and the twins.

Henry handed the parolee to the other policeman and then watched his young lovely wife and their children standing in front of him. He squatted down and hugged them.

Which allow me time to finally and raise my inner white-lighter and to help next generation and witches coming to their own.

Paige rescued a future white-lighter and killed a dark-lighter successfully, as she always did.

Piper Halliwell
So Paige can pass on all the achievement. Not just to her own children, or to mine, or to Phoebe’s, or to other future witches and white-lighters as well.

Leo and Piper were saying goodbye to their children, and to Phoebe’s, to Paige’s as well. They finally had a normal life.

Which fill the time between, when we were doing the fighting, and when our kids are all enough to take over.

Wyatt and Chris did the potion together. They were already big and independent enough to fulfill their destiny as future wizards. While, piper, was cooking in the kitchen, which she always wished to do from a long time ago.

 Allowing me time get back to my routes and cook something other than potion for once. And open a restaurant, that I always dreamed of. As for Leo, after we reclaimed the magic school, he went back to teaching which he continued to do until it was time to retire.

Leo was teaching in front of his students in the magic school.
‘Who wants to try first?’ he asked.
Most of the children put up their hands. Leo pointed a boy in front of him.
The boy did well. ‘Some great job, Matthew.’ praised Leo.

And although we certainly have quarrels.

Piper and his granddaughter sat in a sofa, she read the Book of Shadow to her. She was old and her hair was already whitened.
‘And heartache so many years, we are family of survivors and we will always be. Which is why we truly been charmed.’
‘Again, grandmamma, again.’
Piper closed the book and smiled.
‘No, dear, I can’t, I need to rest. But you can look at it for a little while if u like.’
Piper kissed her granddaughter and stood up, looking at this little girl.
‘After all, it will be yours one day.’
She went up stair with her lovely old husband, walked through the stair where the pictures that hang on the wall, which had recorded all their happiness, wishes, life and their unforgettable memories, until the next generation had passed down to the their next generation, until forever.

The end