Synopsis:
The Charmed Ones have continued their lives after the Ultimate Battle. Piper continued running P3 in hopes that one day she would achieve her dream of running her own resturant. Phoebe let herself find love in her cupid boyfriend Coop and Paige embraced her inner whitelighter. Billie, however sought redemption from the Halliwells.
Will the Charmed Ones fight to be normal or will they accept their destiny is not as complete as they thought? Will Billie find redemption? Who is the new threat in the Underworld?
Disclaimer: All Characters, Locations, references to Charmed do not belong to me. No copyright infringement intended. However, all orginal characters created for the purpose of this, do belong to me.
Prologue: Prophecy
March 13th 1044 - Dark Forest
The darkened sky loomed over the forest like an ominous shadow. The obsidian sky spoke a voiceless warning there was no star that dared to shine. Fear itself was thick in the air like some inky substance and below the muffled sounds of footsteps could be heard.
In darkness of the forest, the unknown warlock dashed through the ancient forest, hoping to find what he sought so dearly. His dark eyes fell upon the opening, which he had just found.
A head, the dark-haired warlock could make out the faint figure steeped in darkness, a feminine figure who he had heard much about across the land and amongst the rumours of the Underworld. The woman was a witch, and a powerful one at that. Rumours had spread from ear to ear, and from demon to demon of a forbidden prophecy, which the witch held in her possession. There were whispers that the witch would only reveal the prophecy to which it concerned and this bothered much of the Underworld, including The Source.
Despite this small detail, many had tried and failed unsuccessfully to lure the oracle out of her domain. As expected much of the Underworld was cautious of such a prophecy as the power of the sight, wielded much power with Source who was willing to reward many a demon for the retrieval of such a prophecy. It was odd for such a powerful oracle to venture freely from her stronghold, presumably knowing the danger the warlock posed.
"He comes, he comes!" The oracle said, under her shadowy gaze almost sounding hysterical.
"Tell me witch, why do you not fear me?" The warlock asked, giving the oracle a bemused look. None of the demons he had encountered, had spoken of her hysteria, it was most unusual.
"The bringer comes and so his sons shall inherit the throne!" The oracle said, her voice echoing from tree to tree as she gently walked forward approaching her would-be enemy.
"The bringer come...the bringer comes!" The oracle was fully hysterical and it was at this point, under the light of the moon, the warlock took heed of the colour of her eyes. The oracle's eyes were blank and showed no sign of there ever being any normal colour, they were devoid of colour and opaque as if the witch was maintaining some connection in her trance.
"Speak your peace if you treasure your life, witch!" The warlock urged, with annoyance and impatience obviously rising in his voice. The cryptic references were bothering him, whereas he could be trading the prophecy to the Source for powers and prestige. His annoyance was beginning to show across his darkened face.
It was then an unseen force gripped hold of the oracle and with a deep breath, the oracle began.
"From the seed of one, shall come but three and with each generation that be, the Rowe Warlocks will grow stronger, culminating in the arrival of the brothers three. The Royal Rowe Coven. The most powerful warlocks the world hath ever seen."
"Now, Oracle. You speak of three of but there is only one. Me. How is this prophecy to come true?" The Rowe warlock was more impatient than ever, and with a faint flicker of red light in his hand, an athame came forth conjured under his power. As suddenly as it came, the blade was pressed against the oracle's neck ready to deliver the final blow.
"I do not know, the sands of time are always shifting, changing - my visions are not as clear as most believe." The oracle's eyes had returned to their normal shade of emerald green and it was clear her trance had passed. There were no more answers to be had and the prophecy had been retrieved.
"Your value to me has waned, witch and your life is mine," The Rowe warlock said, smirking briefly before plunging his blade deep into the witch's chest. "And your power." The witch's infusion of her power and life flowed freely from the oracle's dying body and into the warlock, as he absorbed what little power she had left.
The oracle's body fell coldly to the ground as she took her last breath. Figuring it was in her own destiny to deliver the fated prophecy of the Rowe Three. Despite her eminent death she understood the workings of magic, as unknown to her warlock killer, but definitely known to her was that for the prophecy to become known throughout history. With little care for the soon to be deceased witch, the warlock froze in place as a mysterious force took hold of him. A vision was seen in his mind's eye and it goes as quickly as it came, the warlock finds the words. "The Rowe Coven will come to pass and. the world will know the power of a warlock."
Then he was gone in a moment's notice as vanished in a blink of an eye.
...
May 17th 1976 - Infant's Nursery
A young mother looks out the window and into the darkness outside, a storm brewed but strangely enough, she felt calm in contrast to the natural chaos that ravaged outside. Her eyes fell down to her young baby boy as he slept in her arms, before placing him to sleep in his cot.
The young baby's body neither stirred nor made a sound and his mother was satisfied that she finally had got the new born to sleep. She knew it was only a matter of time before her ex-boyfriend, came to claim the newborn and his son. Aaron Rowe, the name echoed in her head as much as the memories of his seduction and the moments they shared. Until recently, she had believed him to be the loving, caring and gentle soul which she had fallen in love with but it turned out the truth was much more sinister. She had fallen prey to a warlock, a creature which she believed to be mere fiction, but nonetheless she had fallen for one.
Despite the maternal love she felt for her son, the fear of his father always lurked at the back of her mind and the doubt she had produced a perfectly normal baby boy.
Marie, looked down at her son, asleep and innocent, oblivious to the hard truths of the world. The shadows danced across her face, as she felt the increasing touch of despair and tried to hold back the tears that began to run freely. How could she even consider giving up her only son, to something as abominable as a warlock. She gazed down at the infant, her eyes full of tears. "Brendan I love you. I wish I had the strength to protect you from the darkness..." Marie said, sobbing silently as she kissed the infant's forehead. The young mother could not bring herself to continue, as the tears flowed freely. With one last look at the sleeping infant, the young mother left the nursery, her silent sobs consuming her.
...
Hours had passed in the familiar nursery and the infant, Brendan was fast asleep oblivious to the storm outside. While the elements outside raged, the infant did not stir. A sharp noise cut through the silence of the nursery, as the warlock better known as Aaron Rowe blinked in his usual fashion.
Aaron had watched his mark as she was called for months, for signs of a pregnancy, in hopes she would give birth to the third son of Rowe. Aaron had fathered two other sons who, unknown to Marie, but definitely known to Aaron, was destined for greatness in the Underworld. More than nine centuries ago, Matthew Rowe an ancient ancestor uncovered the prophecy that had foretold of the Royal Rowe Coven, three descendants of the line with the strongest magicks who were deemed invincible. The brothers were to become the most powerful force in the Underworld and now the prophecy would be fulfilled.
"My son," Aaron said, recognising his kin and the sleeping baby. His dark eyes pierced the boundaries of the cot to see the baby that slept within. "You are the third and will join your brothers soon." Aaron fell silent as he considered the prospect of the destined Rowe coven, he had been raised by his father to believe in the prophecy and now the warlock line had gained enough power to over-throw the Source himself.
The idea was attractive but until the infant came into his powers, their Triangle would be incomplete and vulnerable. An easy target for any loyal demons that supported the Source. However, there was another issue to be resolved. His youngest son was a hybrid, a product of the union between warlock and human. While there was no rules against this union, Aaron had fathered two full warlocks and the human half would make him weak or so Aaron believed.
Something had to be done about his son's weaker half. He looked down at the sleepy infant and grinned cruelly. He knew what was to come next but the young infant would be powerless to stop him. After all what he was about to do was for the greater good...or evil that is. "I'll be back for you Brendan and your destiny will begin. I'll just pay your mother a visit." Aaron told the sleeping infant boy.
A sharp noise accompanied him in the usual warlock manner, and he blinked out.
...
Aaron blinked into the living room, although familiar with the layout of the home, he immediately went over to the sofa and sat patiently like a spider waiting to catch its prey in a web. He pulled out an athame which bore the crest of the Rowe line and placed it on the table in front of him. He had prepared for this moment and he was sure to enjoy it.
As he waited patiently, Marie entered the room, teary-eyed and obviously upset. She had been crying for what had seemed like an eternity, although she feared for herself, she was now a mother and had to put her son first, not succumb to the selfish whims of a young woman with all her life ahead of her. Her blonde hair was thrown carelessly over her shoulder and she wore a white blouse that complimented her figure followed by; skinny jeans that clung to her dearly.
"Why are you here?" Marie asked, between the silent tears.
"I'm here for what is owed in full."
Marie looked momentarily confused but then it struck her, just as the lightning outside had struck in her moment of clarity, he was here for her. In a matter of speaking, he was here to tie up loose ends and one of them included Marie, the mother of Brendan his son. Marie gazed coldly upon her former flame, all that he had told her and all they had experienced together was a lie apart from the final revelation of his warlock nature. The tears stopped flowing, as her attitude grew cold and turned to stone cold defiance, even in the face of her impending death.
"I won't...I can't.. I won't let you have him!"
At that moment the young mother made a break for it, she dashed past the sofas, ready to dash to the nursery where her treasured infant son lay asleep. As she dashed past the sofas, the Rowe athame flew at the mortal and struck the wall inches away from where her head had been moments before. She raced for the young Brendan's nursery door but was stopped by some unseen force.
"Did you really think you would raise him?" The familiar voice of Aaron echoed from every shadow but Marie could not identify the source of the cruel voice.
"Maybe I gave you too much credit. Our son is destined to be a powerful warlock who will bring this world to its knees. Deny it all you can. You know the truth, he's not even human!"
At that moment, Aaron blinked in, accompanied by baby Brendan in his arms fast asleep.
"Brendan...NO!" Marie cried, the defiance slipping from her voice and the tears beginning to well up and fall from her cheeks.
"Now, to take care of unfinished business and learn how daddy deals with bad people." Aaron said, looking down at the sleeping baby with a sly grin.
Aaron gently waved his hand, making sure he reigned in his power. Slowly, the young mother began to levitate in the grasp of Aaron's power, while being pinned against the wall. She could barely breathe as she felt some unseen force, heavy on her chest but all she could see was her son in the arms of his deadly father.
"Brendan...I love you!" Marie said through laboured breath. Seconds passed as she continued to levitate higher and higher closer to the ceiling, she wished she had the strength to fight back, but there would be no miracle that could save her now.
"Good bye, Marie." Aaron said coldly. He had claimed his prize, not only had he retrieved his son he was soon to have Marie's life.
Marie now floated helplessly on the ceiling and Aaron waited for the finish, as radiant flames of orange and red erupted around the young mother and growing to consume the woman slowly, as he watched on. Aaron's gaze did not falter as the flames devoured her and her screams.
As his mark went up in flames, the flames began to spread rapidly across the apartment, the blaze would burn the house to the ground and the world would be none the wiser of the true events that had conspired in the house. Aaron looked down at the young infant who now stirred. He would raise the boy himself, as there was no human influence on him he would grow to become a strong warlock, along with his brothers to fulfil the prophecy - after all prophecies were made to be fulfilled or so Aaron thought.
The flames grew and grew devouring the house with that Aaron and the infant disappeared in his usual warlock fashion into the night.
End of Chapter
Author's Note: Well guys I hoped you liked it. This is one of the first fanfics I've published and thanks for reading.The prologue is pretty important as it will make sense in the later chapters once I introduce the Rowe Coven. So keep reading and please review. The Rowe Coven will play an important role as the Charmed face there equals later on. So stay tuned and keep reading.
