A/N: In this story the Charmed Ones succeeded in turning Kyra human and she was never killed by Zankou.
A/N: This is just the prologue so it doesn't contain alot of dialogue but the chapters that follow will be longer and have much more dialogue.
A/N: Feel free to let me know what you think. Also, I don't know how often I'll be able to update this story since my other one is my main focus but I won't just stop or remove this story.
THE SEER CHRONICLES
Chapter 1: New Beginnings
The sun was gleaming through the lacy, curtain-covered windows, illuminating the large apartment and bedroom. The apartment was cluttered with various objects; from the previous night's Chinese takeout in the small kitchen area, to various golden accessories, including bracelets and earrings. Beside the window, a small desk, aligned with a mirror, is situated and in the corner of the room there is a large closet just beside the bathroom entrance. Kyra was covered with blankets; various floral designs sketched out on them. The room is silent, except for the occasional snore released from Kyra in her deep slumber.
Suddenly, the silent room sounds with the shrieking sound of an alarm clock, ricocheting against the walls. Muffled groans are heard as Kyra lazily covers her head with the plump white cushion beside her. The alarm continues to sound till finally; Kyra relents, stepping out of the covers in her purple flannel pajamas, while wiping the sleep from her eyes. Kyra slumps over to her desk, where the alarm is situated. She had methodically place it there so she was forced to stand up each morning to stop the annoying ringing from filling her ears. Kyra takes a seat on a wooden chair beside the desk, stopping the alarm clock. She reaches over to her telephone, where a small red light was flickering. She presses a small button on the telephone set and her ears are immediately filled with the bright voice of her best friend, Sierra.
"I told you we shouldn't have gone to that party last night. I have a migraine the size of mount Fiji, which by the way is a huge problem. Tony wants us to do the morning shift so I'll see you on the flipside."
Kyra rolled her eyes and smiled at the whining voicemail. She tilted her head sideways, glancing at her room, through her peripheral vision. Sure it wasn't much but Kyra still felt she had achieved something amazing. In just a few months of being human, she had a job, an apartment and a best friend. In the beginning it was a rough adjustment, she always took the small things regarding her foresight for granted, but in faded in time; along with her entire demonic life.
Kyra started toward the bathroom entrance. She needed to get ready; her boss, Tony, wasn't known for his fantastic empathy abilities or tardiness for that matter. She entered the white tiled bathroom, stepping into the shower. The cold water hit her like a ton of bricks. Needless to say, all the sleep she still felt was knocked right out of her.
She closed her eyes as the water slowly heated, rained over her body. Something felt odd this morning…eerie…strange…magical. Kyra couldn't help thinking that something bad was going to happen today. Something she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. Shaking the awkward feeling off, she stepped out the shower, steam rolling behind her dripping wet body. Kyra grabs a towel from the railing beside the shower and wraps it around her body, while raising her head to a stare at a small mirror against the wall.
The pale white face of a woman is staring back at her. Strands of gray hair are glowing among the dark locks of the pale faced woman and dark liquid is dripping from her dark irises. Kyra stumbles backward, a small gasp echoing through the bathroom, and trips over her own feet. The bathroom silent except for her heavy breaths, Kyra remains on the floor, her jaw dropped. She slowly rises from the floor and stares into the mirror again.
This time her own reflection is staring back at her. She sighs and releases a small, nervous giggle. She shakes her head at the thought of magic back in her life and she exits the bathroom to continue getting ready for work. At the edge of the mirror, a small, barely visible, single, dark droplet of liquid slips to the tiled floor and splashes. The splash creates a dark blotch among the complete white of the bathroom tiles. The dark stain grows, transfiguring into a two dimensional figure of the pale faced woman.