AN: Please note that anything that you recognize is not mine, but belong to who ever owns the right to Charmed and The Covenant. And such applies to all following chapters of this story.
Prologue
Through out time the history of the world has come to be written down and collected into books. The same can be said for the history of witchcraft.
There have been many different books or Grimories scattered through out history. The Necronomicon and The Grand Grimorie being two of the most famous.
The more powerful the book the less that is known about it.
Most books are passed down through family blood lines following the magic until it dies out and the book becomes nothing more than the result of an overactive imagination. With the death of nearly all Wiccan magic the books have all but lost their meaning.
In 1692, in a Massachusetts' colony there were six families that wielded power. Five of those families formed the Covenant of Silence. Because the sixth family was powered by a women, whom at the time were not to be trusted with secrets, they were not included in that Covenant.
That same year five men stood helpless on the sidelines while watching Melinda Warren burn at the stake while vowing the magic to live on in her daughters till three were born. With Melinda's death the witch hunts began in America.
It was from those six families that two books were formed. Shadows and Damnation.
Chapter 1: Egyptian Trees
I looked down at the uniform one more time before zipping up my suit case for good and orbing it downstairs.
"Is everyone ready?" Mom asked one last time.
"Yes," we all replied.
Making sure the door to the manor was locked first she then told us it was time.
With that we left, all either orbing or teleporting outside of a mansion in the middle of a forest.
"This is it everybody." Aunt Paige said as she walked up the front steps and in to the mansion.
Xoxox
I love my family and I love spending time with them, but there was a reason for the spilt and when it is just the three of us it is much easier for me to deal with things.
Once Mom, Aunt Phoebe, and Aunt Paige had kids they decided that it was time for them to retire. That left us, the next generation in charge of saving the world.
For years we all lived in San Francisco, near each other, fought evil and just were a family. But three years ago the Elders came to us. The strength and numbers of those on the good side were dramatically going down and they needed our help. In exchange for our service, which consisted of us doing what we were doing anyways, they agreed to pay us, and the money that they offered a year is real good. We accepted, even though the mothers were skeptical. We would not be under the hand of the Elders any more than we were before. There were two simple rules, don't kill innocents, don't expose magic. All other rules that we follow were formed by or ancestors and we follow them so that there is no chance of the corruption of our magic.
That is when we split into groups of three.
The firsts, the oldest child of each mother, formed the west coast trio. They are based, as always, in San Francisco.
The seconds, the middle child of each mother, formed the central trio. They are based in Chicago and deal with any dark magic in the central United States.
The thirds, or the youngest child of each mother, form the east coast trio. We are based in Ipswich, a fact that I am not very happy about.
Until now the firsts have been taking care of the east, that is until we the Lasts were old enough. We were just cleared, having just graduated from Magic School, to take our position.
Because of our age we are enrolled in a boarding school, Spencer Academy, as seniors so that our presence is not suspicious. And to make friends, but that is Tim's requirement more than ours.
So here we are. Ipswich. The middle of BFE, or at least the middle of the forest in the middle of BFE.
Tomorrow we start school. Again. Fun.
Xoxox
Sitting in the back of Henry's Jeep Wrangler, parked in front of Spencer Academy, all I could think of was the many different escape options that I had.
"Alright," Henry said, finally shutting off the Jeep, "let's get this over with." Timothy and I reluctantly climbed out of the truck and made our way to the front steeps, Henry right behind us.
All the way to the provost's office I continued to fidget and complain about the mandatory skirt that was a part of the uniform. Now, I have nothing against skirts, I actually like them a lot. It is when I am required to wear one in a regular basis, and will more then likely have to fight in one that I begin to have a problem.
Provost Higgins greeted us outside his office. "You must be the Halliwells, am I correct?" He asked.
"Actually," Henry corrected, "I am a Mitchell, Henry Mitchell to be exact. These are my cousins, Timothy Halliwell and Melinda Halliwell." He said as he indicated the two of us.
"And you two are siblings?" The provost asked, confused.
"Yes." We both told him at the same time.
"Well, it is great to have the three of you here at Spencer, let's just get you your schedules so that you can be on your way." Provost Higgins handed each of us a schedule and a map of the campus when the first bell rang. "That is the ten minute bell. So off to class with you."
After comparing classes we saw that the only class that any of us shared was a literature class directly after lunch. We parted way after the five-minute bell and went to class.
Finding my math class was more difficult than I thought it would be. I finally walked in three minutes late to a class already well into a discussion. The teacher turned at the sound of the door and looked towards me.
"You are late," was his greeting.
"I am sorry sir, however this is my first day and I got lost, the map I was given is rather unhelpful." I told him.
"I see, well take a seat and don't let it happen again." He immediately turned back to his lesson.
I walked up the stairs to find the only available seat next to a curly haired blond. I sat down and reached into my bag to retrieve a notebook. As soon as I sat back up and began to take notes I came to despise my seat location.
As soon as I sat back up the blond put his arm around the back of my seat. I turned to look at him only to see a face that oozed egotistical jackass. I decided that getting into a fight in the middle of class would be a bad idea so I simply turned my attention back to the lesson about a subject that I would never have to use, assuming that demons would never begin to leave clues on how to kill then in calculus problems, no matter how much easier that would be than translating all of their different languages.
Walking out the door I felt a weight on my shoulder. Two seconds later I was pinned against the wall outside the class room by the boy I had been sitting next to.
"Hi," he said, in what I can only assume was supposed to be a sexy tone. "I'm Aaron, I don't seem to have caught your name."
"From what I recall, I didn't give it." I told him in a monotone voice, begging my self not to fight him.
His face looked somewhat stunned, so I took that advantage and ducked under his arm and headed off in the direction of my next class, not bothering to turn around when I heard him calling after me "I still don't know your name."
Xoxox
The rest of the morning went by without incident and I made it to lunch without getting in any fights. I am so proud of me.
Sitting down at a table with only Henry and Timothy I sighed.
"You sound just delightful." Henry said to me while starting to attack the mountain of food on his plate.
I grabbed the apple from Tim's plate and took a bite, ignoring Henry's comment.
"Hey," Tim protested, "That was mine."
"And now it's not." I replied taking another bite.
"So how were your classed?" Henry asked the both of us.
"Mine were fine." Tim answered. "I just don't know how long I am going to be able to take all these teenage emotions. They are all over the place." Tim being half cupid is an empath, and being half witch is a physic.
"Well at least you didn't get hit on." I said still bitter about my run in with Aaron.
"What?!" They both asked, shocked and slightly angry.
"Just some loser in my math class. No need to get all protective."
At that moment Aaron sat down in the chair next to me and again put his arm around the back of my chair.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Now before we continue on our story lets go over a few details.
Henry is half witch, half whitelighter, just like his mother.
Tim is half witch, half cupid, mother being a witch, and father the cupid.
I am half witch, half whitelighter, like Henry, except I am slightly more powerful, because Henry's father is a mortal.
Both Henry and Tim are built, not huge, but built and it is obvious. They got it from all the physical training that we all went through at Magic School, meaning I am just as built, but not as big.
So main point is, both my guys look like they could squish Aaron like a bug.
Now lets continue.
"Hey baby." Aaron purred in my ear. I leaned away from him.
"Please leave." I asked him politely.
"You don't mean that do you?" He said in a voice that sounded less like a question and more like a command.
"I would rather not have to call an ambulance so I will ask one more time, please leave." My voice was lower, more menacing this time.
"Oh, baby don't worry I won't beat your brothers up too bad, they have no need to be protective anyways. Why stop you from having what you want?" This guy is an idiot.
Both Tim and Henry started laughing then. "What makes you think you would us fighting you?" Henry asked.
Aaron looked confused, clearly not understanding that it would be me if he were to fight anyone over this matter.
"You can't seriously believe that she would be fighting me." Aaron said to them, disregarding me completely.
"Well believe it." I told him as I got my foot under one of the legs of his chair and flipped it over, causing Aaron to land flat on his back. He looked up at me in shock. "And incase you are still under the delusion that I am even slightly attracted to you let me make it perfectly clear." I said to him crouching down by his head so that there was no way he didn't here me. I then took the milk in my hand and poured it onto his head.
I sat back down in my seat and continued to eat my apple while the cafeteria around me went into shock. They clearly had not expected their resident king to be dethroned by the new girl on the first day.
Less than thirty seconds later, Aaron's previous seat was filled by another boy. He was blond, and in addition to his required uniform he had on black fingerless gloves. "Hi," he said, "You are officially my new best friend. I am Reid Garwin." He said to me, holding out one of his fists for me to bump.
"Why?" I asked him confused.
"Because it is only three minutes into lunch your first day of school and you already turned down and humiliated Aaron Abbot." Tim and Henry started laughing again.
"Hey Reid." Said the brunet who sat down in between Henry and Tim. He was tan and chiseled. He was hot and he didn't seem that cocky either. How refreshing.
"Hey Caleb." Reid responded. "This is Henry Mitchell, Tim Halliwell, and," turning to me, "I don't know your name yet."
"It's Melinda Halliwell." Said the next boy who sat down, one that I recognized from my science class. "I'm Pogue, by the way." He said offering his hand to me. I shook it, confused at the sudden additions to our once peaceful table.
"And here is Baby Boy." Reid said, introducing the final addition to our table.
"I'm actually Tyler." He said, offering his hand to me the way Pogue did.
"And you are?" He asked, having missed the introductions.
"Melinda Halliwell, that's Henry Mitchell and Tim Halliwell, my cousins."
"So I here you took care of Abbot." Pogue said, sounding like he was proud of me.
"It just happened, how do you already know?" I asked.
"Our means of communication here at Spencer are top of the line." Pogue stated sounding like a commercial. "Any event that happens here will be knowledge of the entire student body in three minutes flat, even the people home sick will know."
"Oh joy." I replied, slumping down in my chair and banging my head onto the table. I am not a huge fan of gossip, seeing as it tends to get us into a lot of trouble.
"So seeing as you are all new here, why don't you join us at Nicky's tonight?" Caleb asked.
"That bar in town?" Henry asked.
"Yeah."
"Sure, what time do you want us there?"
"Seven is when it starts to get fun."
"Cool beans." Henry said.
Xoxox
Sometimes I could just kill Henry. I had every intention to find any given demon and kick its' ass tonight, and he knew it.
"Henry I hate you." I told him when he pulled his Jeep into a parking spot by Nicky's.
"Oh common, Lin, you kick ass every day of the week, you need to relax. So that is your objective tonight, relax." Tim told me, knowing that anything Henry would have said would have resulted in something being broken.
"Fine." I said and walked in.
The place seemed to be packed with Spencer students. I am glad that I decided to wear my shorts and boots with a simple t-shirt, because anything fancier would have been far too formal.
Caleb spotted me and waved me over to him. Sitting at the table were Caleb and Pogue, both with their arms on the back of a girls' chair.
"Hey guys, I'm glad you could make it. This is my girlfriend Sarah and Kate who is dating Pogue." He told us indicating the two girls. "Ladies these are the new students, Henry Mitchell, and Melinda and Tim Halliwell." We gave our greetings, but I caught something in the corner of my eye.
On the other side of the bar stood Aaron and Reid, playing pool. Loving the game myself I left the boys and went to join them.
I saw Tyler sitting on a stool off to the side and walked over to him. "Who's winning?" I asked.
"Hey Melinda," he said, just seeing me there. "Oh, Reid is, and Aaron is going to loose his money, again, tonight. It really is sad that he has yet to understand that he just isn't that good." We both laughed at this.
"Yeah, I kinda got the slow vibe from him earlier today." I responded.
Tyler and I continued to talk and laugh while Aaron continued to get his ass kicked. When the game and the following fight were over, Reid came over to us.
"The poor boy never learns." He said. "So Melinda, how about a game?" He asked.
"Sure. I'm not great, but I can play." I told him.
About half way into the game Reid and I were missing everything we were laughing so hard. What had started out as a normal, evenly matched game soon turned strange. When we saw that we were both equally as good we started trying to distract each other. We did everything form the accidental nudge to singing right when the other was trying to shoot. It was hilarious and we were getting no where.
It was my shot when I heard someone talking to Reid.
"Mind if I take a shot?" The man asked.
The voice shot a shiver through my spine.
I looked up, and as soon as I saw who it was I turned and walked out the back door, knowing he would follow. When I got outside my hands shot up, freezing everything with in a 500 foot radius.
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