Chapter 1: A Whole New World
It was supposed to be an ordinary day for Lorae Colman (or known as Lor to her friends and family): go to school, get home, do homework then go to karate practice. Same old, same old. But today one event changed her entire life.
During practice Lor's instructors decided to have a small round robin tournament. Lor sparred her friend, Andrea Breton. It was a fair fight almost equally matched, but being a litter quicker Lor won by a two point shot. Lor got a drink and relaxed before her next match. She stood on the side next to the stairs.
(Visual: the training hall is a small two-story warehouse. When first walking through the doors, to the right is a small waiting room to the left is a hallway. In the hallway there are offices on the right wall then a doorway to the stairs that lead up to the mat area.)
Lor watched the other matches then glanced to her right to see her coach waving her over. Lor started to walk over and just as she passed the middle of the stairwell doorway, the unexpected happened. One of the boys fight went in for a point only to get blasted with a back kick. The boy was literally thrown off his feet and straight into Lor, who was caught totally unprepared. Both athletes fell down the stairs unable to stop themselves. It seemed like an eternity for Lor, she slammed back and forth between the wall, the boy and steps until it all stopped and Lor knew nothing else.
A tall lean man stood in a pale gold robe in the center of a gathering place. He paced back and forth between columns that stood on the side. Finally a young woman with short brown hair wearing a white robe with a large hood came up to him in a run.
"Sir, the three women you requested are here," she said in a small voice.
"Thank you, Ana," he replied with a nod, "now go and tend to your charges." With that dismissal, Ana left and the man walked quickly towards a corner where three women stood waiting. Two women looked quite young, one with long soft brown curls and the other with straight black hair coming just to her shoulders. The last woman was older than the other two with short curly brown-gray hair (more gray than brown), but she still had a youthful fire alight in her eyes.
"This had better be good, Leo," the older woman said slightly annoyed, "I was helping my great-grandson make a very important potion."
"Oh Mother, I'm sure Wyatt is very capable of doing that without your two-sense," said the woman with brown hair.
"Well, you never when a demon will appear, Patti," the older one retorted, " We of all people should know that, right, Prue?" The older woman looked at the woman with black hair, who shook her head and turned to the waiting man.
"So what's up, Leo?" she asked ignoring the two ladies arguments. Leo Wyatt, an Elder white-lighter, shook his head as well at the fighting mother and daughter. Before saying anything.
"We have a difficult situation on our hands and I feel that you three can help quite exceptionally. Do any of you know of a magic race: sorcerers and sorceresses?"
"Yeah, kinda," the woman called Prue said thoughtfully, "they're similar to witches, but they have demonic powers."
"Well, sort of," Leo replied, "yes, they are like witches to where their powers can go either for good or for evil. But their powers aren't really demonic. They can usually produce some kind of energy ball, transport by kind of mixing shimmering and orbing at the same time, they can also use spells and potions."
"So what's the big deal?" Patti said.
"Well, sorcerers have been rare, but we found one. She is living in a parallel dimension that works exactly like ours, but without magic. And how a sorceress came to be in that world, I have yet to find. But now that's she is seventeen, she gets to choose her path." Leo explained.
"Choose? How will she make that kind of decision on the spot?" the older woman or known as Grams/Penny, inquired. "People need time to think when they find that something that they thought only existing in fairy tales is real."
"That's why I need you there," Leo replied, "you see we intervened in her dimension by placing a T.V. show called "Charmed". The show goes on about the Power of Three. It explains about you and your sisters' lives, Prue. And she happens to be a big fan."
"You mean there is a T.V. show about us?" Prue asked.
"Yes, it explains from when you three first discovered your powers, to Piper and my wedding to your death and to finding Paige. And I think it even explains about Wyatt as well."
"Kinda creepy if she knows all about our personal life," Prue responded.
"Well, once she makes her decision, we'll alter her memory so all she'll remember is the real important things, like how to tell a demon, and who the Charmed Ones are if she needs help."
"Okay.and how are we to explain all this to her if she thinks we're celebrities?" Patti inquired.
"We got lucky.sort of.while practicing an accident happened and she fell, struck her head and now is in a coma."
"And her life there?" Grams asked brusquely, "People will notice her disappearance and appearance out of nowhere."
"The dimensions will shift once her decision is made," Leo replied once more. And before any of the three could say anymore he added, "Please, I really need you to do this."
"We'll do it, Leo, but you be ready to help if things don't go as smoothly as planned," Prue said and all three women disappeared in white swirling globes of light.
Lor turned in circles in a bright plain white room. What's going on? Wasn't I just in practice? Lor quickly raised a hand to her hand expecting a huge gash of some sort, but found none. Puzzled, Lor than took in all of her surroundings. She herself was no longer in her gear or uniform but in a simple white dress and her waist-long amber hair hung straight down and not in a ponytail. Where am I?
"You're not dead, Lorae Swift, if that's what you're thinking, just .sleeping," a voice called. Lor twirled around to see three women coming towards her, dressed similarly. Something triggered in Lor's memory about these woman.
"Wait, aren't you Shannen Doherty from--" Lor said with realization but was cut of by the speaker, a woman with straight black hair.
"Charmed? No, well, sort of." The woman scrunched her nose a little in thought then continued, "Let's start with introductions, I'm Prue, the real Prue Halliwell."
Lor blinked once.twice and on the tired she drew in a breath to say something but was cut off by the one claiming to be Prue.
"Look, I can kinda figure what is going through your head. I've been to the past and future enough to know that expression of confusion," she said quickly. "But yes, I am Prue Halliwell, a former Charmed One and witch. And these two you should know, my grandmother and mother, Penny and Patti Halliwell. And there's no real simple way to put this but--"
"You're a sorceress, live in a world where magic doesn't exist and have to choose between your world or the magic world," Penny cut in curtly.
"Grams!" Prue exclaimed.
"What?" Penny shrugged, "you said there wasn't a simple way to put it. And besides look how she reacted to it." Penny gestured to Lor who stood in total shock and confusion.
"Look sweetie, I know this must be hard to understand, but my mother is right, you are part of a magic race called Sorcerers and Sorceresses. And from what we were told, your powers don't come into play until you're seventeen," Patti said gently.
"Why seventeen?" Lor asked curiously. Then she giggled at herself. "Wait, let's go over this in order. You three are deceased Halliwell witches and I am a sorceress who has to decide whether I want magic powers or not and that will determine my life?" Lor began to laugh loud and hard, but her laughter faded when she realized that the women didn't find her humor funny.
"Lorae," Penny said kindheartedly, "we ourselves don't know everything, but the Elders, and you know they are, they know much more. Now from what we know, you have a choice. If you choose not to believe anything that has happened, then you will wake up from your coma and not remember any of this. But if you choose to come with us and take on your powers fully, then the dimensions will shift and the life you had won't exist anymore and you will take on another one."
"And everything continues as normal." Lor said with slight amusement, but when she saw the women nod their heads she laugh again, "Now I believe you." The three looked at each other surprised and puzzled. "I really am in a coma and dreaming the wildest dream ever!"
"You're not dreaming," a new voice came for behind Lor. Lor spun around to see a new woman who looked almost exactly like herself. The only difference between the two was their eyes. The woman's were a dark brown almost looking black and Lor's was a leafy green. "You're not dreaming," the woman said again, "and I'll prove it."
Lor started at this new woman as if she was some type of alien, but the woman seemed to be calm. "Sorry for barging in like this ladies, but Leo didn't think it was going to well, so he sent me," she said to the three witches then turned back to Lor who still stood befuddled. "Any ways, my name is Kayla and I'll try to fill in as many blanks as I can. For starters, the reason why you don't have your powers until the age of seventeen is because that's the way it works. Sorcerers and sorceresses don't receive their powers until they become of age and pending on that they are raised under their parents learning the basic spells and potions."
"But I didn't learn any of that," Lor commented.
"I know," Kayla continued, "and the reason for that is well.your mother's powers were wanted by the Source, the source of all evil. So, to stay out of his hands, your mother opened a portal to a different dimension where the Source couldn't track her. This all happened before you were born, but sure enough a couple of years later you were born. Unfortunately, she had complications and died giving birth and that's why you are adopted."
Lor stared at this woman who just explained something that Lor herself had searched for years. "And my father? What do you know of him?" She can't answer this one. Even though I found everything I could on him.I never let anyone see those files, in fact I burned them and not even the government knows (which proves how.insignificant he was, Lor thought fervently.
"He was someone she loved very much, but he abandoned you only because he didn't want anything to remind him of his lost loved one and that meant you. Your father died only a year ago trying to drink away his problems, and what probably frustrates you is that in all the years he never tried to contact or find you." Kayla looked concerned for Lor who looked away.
"So, even though you do know my father was a.fake, it still doesn't prove anything," Lor said staring at the ground.
"Doesn't it?" Prue cut in, "She told you everything, even about your father and you didn't let any information leak out about him once you found about him." Lor glared at Prue who only held her stare.
"I'm not even going to ask how you know about that, but tell me, Kayla," Lor said with interest. "There is one thing. When I was little, my foster parents covered something up with make-up so I wouldn't attract attention. Do you know what that is?" Kayla said nothing as she gathered her hair and pulled it over one shoulder. She then turned around and Lor's jaw dropped. On the woman's right shoulder blade was a mark that was identical to Lor's except with one difference.
The mark was two triangles, one upside-down and one right side up and overlapping one another. Inside to top triangle was a circle with a bird silhouette. On the points of the triangles was the name Kayla, a letter in each point and on the top point was a small starburst (kinda looks like a firework). The one difference between the two was the name; Lor's had her own name, Lorae.
"How.why." Lor stuttered.
"You and I have the same mark because." Kayla trailed, "because I'm your sister." Lor once again started open jawed as Kayla bit her lip before continuing. "I bet you were expecting Mother, well, the Elders thought you might have a grudge against her for leaving you in that magic less dimension. You and I have different fathers, but you're still my sister and that's why I'm here. I fended off any demons that tried to cross over and died one night in a battle. You'll be able to summon me anytime you need me."
"I take it than I can't summon my mother," Lor said softly.
"No, the Elders won't let you, like I said, they're afraid you'll have a grudge against her."
"Lorae," Prue said gently, "the Elders probably have a good reason, even though we can't see it." She placed a hand on Lor's shoulder. "I wasn't able to see my sisters for awhile, for a long while because seeing me would give them the idea that I could come back. I know this is a hard and confusing decision, but it is a once in a lifetime chance."
Lor drew in a deep breath. "Alright, let's do this before I change my mind." All four women smiled. Kayla held out her hands and Lor placed hers on top. A bright pale yellow light blazed between their hands and enveloped everything.
yeah, i know. the story sounds really repetitive, but in order for the story to really get good...you gotta keep ready. that means dont stop at the first chapter!
First Chapter of my second Charmed story. Hope you enjoyed and please review. I am getting more up soon. (P.S. please read my other works too!)