Decades zamani the San Francisco bay had been overlapped kwa the gigantic Golden Gate Bridge. Night and siku 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 au tried to please him kwa spying on the enemy au 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 meza, jedwali and had a superiority expression on his face. He impatiently tapped on the meza, jedwali with his fingers. Than he glanced at the kitchen. “Chris Perry, what’s taking wewe so long?” In the jikoni there was a twenty-two mwaka old guy walking up and down with plates with kuki, vidakuzi 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 wewe 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 wewe can still enjoy the kuki, vidakuzi and tea” Wyatt waved with his hand as to make Chris leave.
Chris went back to the jikoni 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 kwa the time, had let him live in his house. His parents, Leo and Piper, died the same time Chris’ parents disappeared and Wyatt had alisema that they should stick together and protect each other.
But doing chores, serve Wyatt and his Marafiki 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 au tried to please him kwa spying on the enemy au 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 meza, jedwali and had a superiority expression on his face. He impatiently tapped on the meza, jedwali with his fingers. Than he glanced at the kitchen. “Chris Perry, what’s taking wewe so long?” In the jikoni there was a twenty-two mwaka old guy walking up and down with plates with kuki, vidakuzi 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 wewe 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 wewe can still enjoy the kuki, vidakuzi and tea” Wyatt waved with his hand as to make Chris leave.
Chris went back to the jikoni 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 kwa the time, had let him live in his house. His parents, Leo and Piper, died the same time Chris’ parents disappeared and Wyatt had alisema that they should stick together and protect each other.
But doing chores, serve Wyatt and his Marafiki 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.