Prologue
December 15, 2018
I am Melinda Leona Halliwell, daughter of a Charmed one and a whitelighter. There's only two half witch/half whitelighters in the world, me and my aunt Paige. I met my aunt Paige when I was six years old, after my aunt Phoebe was burnt at the stake in February 2009 because she killed someone with her powers. My mom and aunt Prue didn't know my aunt Paige existed before then, she just showed up one day. Before my aunt Phoebe died, my entire family had grown apart and it was awful, there isn't much of my family left anyway so we can't afford to be separated. After aunt Phoebe died, my mom and aunt Prue decided to put life in perspective, focus on the important things again. They had changed a lot over the years and they couldn't continue to go in the direction they were going.
Unfortunately, there was still no luck for my parents. They finalized their divorce and were never together again. My dad continued as the family whitelighter but eventually became an elder. That was great for my parents because they didn't have to be around each other but not so great for me. My dad and I had the best relationship but he didn't have much time to be a dad once he became an elder. It started out with weekend visits to the heavens but the other elders forbid it after just a few visits so I rarely see him now.
Because of the witch trials that killed my aunt Phoebe, my family has refrained from using magic for the most part and have pretty much given up on their destiny. I am the most powerful witch to ever live, at least I would be if I was allowed to practice magic and use my powers, use it or lose it you know. None of our magic is as strong as it should be. That poses a problem when the occasional demon shows up.
I'm fifteen now and all the Halliwell's are living under one roof again, including my aunt Prue's seven year old daughter, Pharah. Life isn't the greatest these days. I was such a happy child, oblivious to the chaos of the world. My dad is gone. My family lives in fear that someone will figure out that we're witches, turn us in and start the witch trials all over again. The witch trials have stopped but they're still looking for us. It's no way to live. At least my family is close but my grandpa Victor died a couple years ago. We all really miss him...
