1998
"…she vowed that each generation of Warren witches would become stronger and stronger, culminating in the arrival of three sisters. These sisters would be the most powerful witches the world has ever known. They're good witches, and I think we're those sisters."
"Look, I know what happened last night was weird and unexplainable but we're not witches, and we don't have special powers," Piper laughed. "Besides, Grams wasn't a witch and as far as we know, neither was Mom. So take that, Nancy Drew," the middle sister kissed Phoebe's cheek and hopped into her Jeep.
"We're the protectors of the innocent," her younger sister yelled as Piper peeled out into the street. "We're known as the Charmed Ones!" Phoebe stared after her sister and watched as her sister's car disappeared. "And I beg to differ about Grams," she muttered as she climbed the steps to the Manor.
2018
"I feel so lucky to be the mother of two special young women. Special in such different ways. Always remember that. You're better together. Your differences are your strengths, and nothing is stronger than your sisterhood," Marisol spoke as she looked at her daughters in awe.
"Nurture that," she urged them.
Mel and Maggie shared a bemused glance. "Don't worry, Mom. We're going to nurture it so hard," Maggie joked…
"Hear me, I have three!" Marisol bellowed from her place at her altar.
2019
Alistair kneeled before the Source. "Command me as you wish."
Macy's eyes flashed gold as she looked upon her loyal servant. "Well, then," clenching her fist the eldest Charmed One felt her power reach out to him as he slowly combusted from the inside out.
Mel and Harry's eyes were glued to Macy but Maggie only had eyes for Parker. "Parker, are you okay?"
"You need to stay away from me, Maggie," Parker said.
"But everything's okay. Your Dad is gone," Maggie reminded him.
"But the demon inside me is still here, and I don't think I can control it much longer, " he said before he was enveloped by smoke; disappearing in the wind.
2 months later
Parker stepped off the cable car and headed west towards Prescott street.
After his father's death and Macy taking on the Source, he knew he had to get as far away from Maggie as possible. If only to keep her safe from his demon.
Everyone he loved was gone. His mother and as twisted as it seemed, brother and father. He would always love them, but never as much as Maggie. That was why he had to do what he was doing.
Walking up, he noticed the pink victorian and double checked the address he'd found in his father's papers.
1329 Prescott street.
Pausing, his breath caught as he saw the front door open and an entourage of people came pouring out. Parker hid behind a tree and watched as the large group loaded up several cars with picnic baskets and coolers.
Doors slammed and Parker shook off his reverie. Just as the cars began to drive off, an older woman peered out of the car window and seemed to make direct contact with him and he ducked to avoid her.
He turned to look on from the other side of the tree and then turned his gaze back to the pink mansion, what his father had titled the "Halliwell Manor" and as the last car in the caravan turned the corner, Parker took his first steps into solving his own personal mystery.