Decades nakaraan the San Francisco baya had been overlapped sa pamamagitan ng the gigantic Golden Gate Bridge. Night and araw 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 Nawawala his temper once again, which happened lots of times.
Everyone was scared to death for the nalugod 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 or tried to please him sa pamamagitan ng spying on the enemy or 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 mesa and had a superiority expression on his face. He impatiently tapped on the mesa with his fingers. Than he glanced at the kitchen. “Chris Perry, what’s taking you so long?” In the kusina there was a twenty-two taon old guy walking up and down with plates with 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 you 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 you can still enjoy the cookies and tea” Wyatt waved with his hand as to make Chris leave.
Chris went back to the kusina 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 sa pamamagitan ng the time, had let him live in his house. His parents, Leo and Piper, died the same time Chris’ parents disappeared and Wyatt had sinabi that they should stick together and protect each other.
But doing chores, serve Wyatt and his mga kaibigan 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 nalugod 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 or tried to please him sa pamamagitan ng spying on the enemy or 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 mesa and had a superiority expression on his face. He impatiently tapped on the mesa with his fingers. Than he glanced at the kitchen. “Chris Perry, what’s taking you so long?” In the kusina there was a twenty-two taon old guy walking up and down with plates with 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 you 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 you can still enjoy the cookies and tea” Wyatt waved with his hand as to make Chris leave.
Chris went back to the kusina 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 sa pamamagitan ng the time, had let him live in his house. His parents, Leo and Piper, died the same time Chris’ parents disappeared and Wyatt had sinabi that they should stick together and protect each other.
But doing chores, serve Wyatt and his mga kaibigan 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.