A/N- I've only seen one episode and read the first three book/Graphic Novel things of W.I.T.C.H, this is likely an AU-type thing. It's a next generation of W.I.T.C.H story. –Is not sure what else to say, so she'll get started now-
Oh! Short bios of the new five.
Channon Annette Taylor
13, has a twin sister named Christine (Alice Taylor).
Unusually small and skinny with tan skin.
Long reddish-brown hair with ice blue streaks.
One blue eye, one green eye, eyes almost cat-like.
It's said that she can freeze you just by looking at you.
Never smiles, quiet, brooding, with a horrible temper.
Genius intelligence, loves computers.
Mother died a couple of years ago.
Always wears a silver star necklace.
Olive Violet Easton
14, is an only child.
Tall and slender with pale skin.
Wavy golden hair with olive green streaks.
Hazel eyes that seem to change color.
Although her and Okalani are always arguing, they are good friends.
Is very friendly and sweet, therefore popular.
Easily scared, not great with school, horrible speller.
Family is wealthy, she's pampered.
Always wears a gold necklace with a green diamond.
Laura Sasha Denies (Den-ee-es)
13, has a younger brother named Mark (Anthony Denies).
Average-sized with dark skin.
Short, dark brown hair with pink bangs.
Large, olive-colored eyes.
Best friend is Channon, since childhood.
Rarely smiles, shy, though hyperactive with a short attention span.
Very creative, a dreamer, and a girly-girl.
Parents are divorced, was very close to Channon's mother.
Always wears a necklace with gold wings and an amethyst.
Okalani Isabelle Ling
14, has an older sister named Yan Lin (Ling), and a younger brother named Jin Li (Ling).
Slightly small and thin with light skin.
Pin-straight black hair with red side bangs.
Asian, dark brown eyes.
Very proud of her Hawaiian name, was born in Hawaii
Incredibly talkative, very athletic.
Bold, impatient and sarcastic, always says what she thinks.
Lived in Hawaii for first 6 months, but then moved to Heatherfield for her grandmother.
Always wears a ruby necklace on a black cord, a gift from her grandmother.
Rachel Elizabeth Micelle
13, only child.
Slender with pale skin.
Natural bleach-blond hair with lavender side bangs, always braided.
Blue-ish eyes that look purple.
Just moved to Heatherfield to honor her grandmother's last wishes.
Easygoing, optimistic, calm, a 'peacemaker'.
Lazy and disorganized, loves to sleep.
Father died when she was four, was a police officer.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fanfic except for C.O.L.O.R and all other OC's.
Prologue:
Heatherfield
Two figures stood against the dusty, dark blue Volvo, facing the old house. "You know, Rach, my mother grew up in this very house." The older of the two, a plump, light-haired woman, began to walk toward the front door, a stack of cardboard boxes in her arms. The other one, a slender girl with pale, bleach-blond hair and two lavender braids, held back.
"Come on hun. You'll love it here. I promise." A flicker of doubt crossed Rachel's mind, but she sent it away, following her mother up the steps of her new home. She hugged the urn of ashes against her chest and took a deep breath, following her mother into the back garden.
"Is this where we're spreading… her?" asked the girl, violet eyes fixed upon her mother. "Why? You don't think it's a good idea? I think my mother would love it." The woman smiled gently at her daughter and took the urn from her, uncorking it before she gently spread the ashes among the grass. Rachel leaned against her mother, silent tears falling from her eyes for the first time since her grandmother had died.
Candracar
Three beings stood in the center of the room, undisturbed, their privacy respected. Three sets of eyes watched Earth, particularly a city called Heatherfield.
"So she's the one. The heart never lies, after all," A tall woman in her thirties or forties, with long blond hair, said.
"I knew I shouldn't have left her. Rachel needs me."
One of the beings looked distraught, a rather plump elderly woman, with greying brown hair.
"Irma, it was your time. She'll be okay. Remember, she's your granddaughter. The heart never lies, just like Cornelia said. She's meant to be there." A dark-skinned woman, not much younger than the second, placed her hand on Irma's shoulder.
"It's her destiny."