Collected Memories
Disclaimer: Do you really think if I owned Charmed this would be just a fanfiction?
(A/N) I really recommend you read 'In His Shadow' before you start this story, as it will make much more sense that way. But, if you don't, I guess you can still get the gist of it. Anyway, let's get down to it.
This story takes place about 17 years after the Charmed Finale in the changed future.
Sequel to 'In His Shadow'. As Wyatt works to finally take on his destiny as the Twice-Blessed, Chris begins to accept his responsibilities as a witch. However, when a simple vanquish goes wrong and causes Chris to lose his memories, the Seer is determined to use this to her advantage to achieve her ultimate goal: killing Wyatt.
Chapter One
The sound of piercing screams echoed around the large cavern and into the hallway beyond, along with a loud crashing noise. Several things lay broken on the dirty floor, and more were following.
The Seer, her full lips twisted into a snarl, hurled energy ball after energy ball at all the treasures that were in her room. She didn't care about the destruction she was causing, or that some of the breaking items were actually priceless. The only thing she cared about was destroying the Twice- Blessed, and, it was the one thing she couldn't do.
Ever since the Source of All Evil had gotten killed by going after the Twice-Blessed's greatest weakness, the woman had been searching for a way to eliminate this threat once and for all. However, all of her plans had failed.
Tirelessly, she'd worked for several weeks already, looking into her hand mirror for the answer. But every time she made up a new plan, the future showed the same thing: her failing at her task, and ultimately, getting consumed by flames herself.
With another shriek of anger, the Seer flung another attack at a harmless carving depicting the way to summon up yet another form of evil. She couldn't help but blame all the items in her room, which she'd claimed in her many fortune-tellings for demons, but were now ultimately useless.
As the carving slowly burned, instead of exploding like she'd wished, a shimmer suddenly caught her eye. Turning towards the light, the Seer knelt down and lifted a piece of wood that had once been the lid of a trunk. Under it lay her most beloved possession. Her hand mirror, which she used every time she predicted the future, handed down by generations of good witches until it fell into her hands. It was on the floor, unbroken, unlike the Seer.
The mirror, once used by good, had been infused with a lot of magic, which made it so powerful now and gave the Seer an extra edge as she looked forward into the future, being able to see and dissect every detail in her visions to her heart's content. Also, the magic in it kept any damage from becoming permanent. So, although the mirror was hundreds of years old, it still looked brand-new.
Taking the handle of the mirror with her long and delicate fingers, the Seer lifted it until it was even with her face. As she breathed, the glass fogged over, seemingly preparing itself to delve into the mysteries of the future.
The woman then stood up, holding the mirror close to her, as if cradling a baby. Her long curls, which had previously been tangled in her rage, now magically smoothed out into the style that she preferred. Her room began to sort itself, dowsing the fire that still raged on the wooden carving, several boxes reforming themselves, their contents unsalvageable.
The Seer was blind to all of this, only focused on the mirror in her hands. She couldn't believe that she'd lost sight of the bigger picture for a moment, the task that she'd been so focused on for so long. Her frustrations had given way to anger and destruction, distracting her from what she had to do, and all her careful planning.
Taking a deep breath, her large bosom rising and falling as she did so, the Seer calmed herself, only allowing herself to concentrate on one thing, and one thing only. Her plans had to work eventually, since she wouldn't have had that vision if she couldn't change it.
Once more, she lifted the mirror, and as she gazed into her foggy reflection, she remembered the visit the Source had made to her cave not too long ago. His question to her mirror, not seeming to care that it was she who wielded its power, had been about the Twice-Blessed's greatest weakness. His brother, the younger Halliwell son, was the key in all of this. It was thanks to him that the Source had been slain, but he was also the way to break the Twice-Blessed once and for all.
It was imperative to go after the younger boy first, and the Seer had tried over and over, and by now had almost given up completely. However, now her mirror seemed to be telling her that it was time to try again, that the boy was now vulnerable, as he hadn't been for many weeks.
The fog on the glass began to swirl and darken, finally showing the face that had haunted the Seer for so long. It was time to take action.
(A/N) Oooh, very ominous, right? Anyway, that's it for the first chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed that, even if it was super short. No worries, the chapters will start getting longer! Please review if you can, I love my reviewers so much! Enjoy! And I'll see you guys next week with the second chapter of 'Collected Memories'!