The Power of Three- A destiny for something special.

CHAPTER ONE

The world is made up of many countries and cities, each as interesting as the other, but all as special. However, something that has surprised many is that not all countries get along harmoniously. Wars break out every now and then and no matter the reason there can only be one winner. Survival is what makes most of us want to fight in wars but who will be surviving when it comes to the crunch? One country however was about to be given a big boost in it's power wave, in relation to the biggest war of all, the battle between good and evil. Australia, a country set its own way has seven states one of the states is called Victoria and in Victoria, there is a main city called Melbourne, where emotions run high, whether it be in laugher or sorrow, hunger or kindness. In this particular city, however there is a suburb called Maidstone and this is where our story begins.

Philippe Thompson was preparing for his 22nd birthday. Around 30 people were expected to make an appearance and Philippe wanted to make sure he had everything ready. The party was to be held mostly in his backyard, and so Philippe looked at his trusted list.

"Ok, Plastic glasses, check. Lots of them, check. Alcohol, check. Snack food, check. Music that I like, check. Decorations check."

Everything was ready for the party. Looking around Philippe couldn't help but admire how well he had done, considering he had to do all the preparations on his own. Philippe's good friend Selena had said she was going to help with the preparations but, as per usual she hadn't shown up. The lounge table had been brought outside and stacked up against the wall, upon the table donned a dark-green table cloth that his mother had provided him with and about 10 rows of plastic glasses. Next to the glasses were 5 bottles of wine and next to the wine were 2 bottles of Midori and 6 bottles of lemonade, being that the two together made Philippe's favourite drink, he knew at least he, would be satisfied.

"Now to the attic," Philippe thought. He had learned from his 21st that one thing he must do is lock up the attic. After the shock of seeing a half naked Jane and Thomas, Philippe had been scared enough to make sure the possibility never happened again.

Philippe's house was a two story; he had been left the place since his grandmother had passed away. Being that Philippe was her favourite grandchild he inherited this house and even though most of his family wanted him to sell it and divide the proceeds between them, it was his mother who had convinced him to keep it.

"Grams gave it to you, what kind of a thankyou would it be to shove it back in her spiritual face." She had said.

Philippe had therefore agreed to keep it, and decided to name it after his Grams favourite phrase in this world, The 'Power Port'. It had taken a while for everyone to get used to the fact that this place had a name, let alone to remember what it was called. Philippe, who liked to keep things interesting, had told everyone that they needed to refer to the place as 'power port' and not 'the house'.

Passing by his bedroom, Philippe thought it wise to lock that too. The house had been blessed with 3 bedrooms, all upstairs, which of course made it easier for when guests arrived. There were two bathrooms, one upstairs and one down, and beyond the upstairs bathroom was another set of stairs that led to the attic. Once at the top of the stairs, Philippe was about to lock the attic, when he saw that there were some books on the floor. Coming to the conclusion that he had once again, forgotten to put them away, Philippe preceded into the attic and put the books back up on the shelf.

Walking out of the attic, Philippe sighed. He loved spending time up here and never more then now would he love to be up here reading some of Grams old books.

Grams had been into tennis a lot and so was Philippe, she had collected many tennis magazines and books over the years and Philippe enjoyed taking time out of his life to read them. Suddenly Philippe heard something, a noise, it sounded like something had fallen down. Opening the door to the attic once more, he noticed that the books he had just put away were, once again, one the floor.

Ok, now I know I didn't leave them on the floor. Philippe thought.

Philippe walked up to the pile of books and stared at them in surprise. The books were headed Monsters and where to find them, Potions are a must and A witches guide to magick. Philippe was in shock, whilst he believed in the supernatural he never dared discuss it with anyone in his family because they may consider him crazy and the next thing he'd know he'd be dragged off to the Looney bin. But Grams? Why hadn't she said anything to him?

Maybe they're just silly books that she takes out on special occasions like Friday the 13th and Halloween, Philippe thought.

Suddenly, Philippe heard the sound of the door bell.

"Coming!" Philippe yelled out. Wanting to read these books later, Philippe placed them onto the coffee table in the attic, walked out and locked the door.

An: Ok so it's just chapter 1 folks! Just wanted to introduce the protagonist. Things will start happening by the conclusion of the next chapter. Promise.