CHARMED
"All In The Details"
by J. B. Tilton
email: aramathisot.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are the
property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically
created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of
copyright is intended.
(Authors note: This story takes place between season 4 episodes "Black As
Cole" and "Muse To My Ears".)
A demon is released from its ancient prison and then sets its sights on
Piper so that it can regain its lost power.
PREFACE
Two men moved through the cavern looking around. One periodically checked
a map he was carrying. Confident that they were on the right path, he continued
on followed by the second man. The second man looked around nervously, as if
expecting an attack at any moment.
"I do not like this, Darmas," said the second man. "The legends say these
caverns are guarded by powerful demonic forces. They would not look well on us
invading their domain."
"Stupid wives tales," said the man named Darmas. "Why do you think he was
sealed in here, Corlin? To keep someone from doing exactly what we're planning
to do. It was just dumb luck you stumbled across this map. Without it we might
still not know where he is. Now we are only moments from freeing him. And he
shall reward us for that."
"Are you sure?" Corlin asked. "The histories say he was vindictive.
Perhaps he'll just vanquish us for being imprisoned for so long."
"We had nothing to do with that," said Darmas. "He'll be grateful that
we've released him. And that gratitude will translate into power for us. He
was one of the most powerful warlocks who ever lived. Once he's restored to
power, we shall serve at his side. He'll unite all warlocks under his rule and
they shall also obey us."
Corlin smiled at the prospect. He and his brother weren't the most
powerful warlocks in the world. Other warlocks often mistreated them for being
as powerless as they were. They wouldn't vanquish the brothers, of course.
That would deprive them of their "fun".
Suddenly the two brothers came to an opening. It looked ancient. It was
partially covered over from some long ago collapse of the cavern roof. Still,
there was enough room for them to squeeze through into the chamber beyond.
This chamber was not as large as many of the others they had passed
through. In the back of the chamber, sealed in some type of crystalline
material, was a man. He stood with his hands raised and look on his face that
suggested pain. But he felt nothing. For more than three hundred years he had
stood sealed in the cavern.
"There he is," said Darmas. "All we have to do is free him and we will be
rewarded. Do you have the incantation?"
Corlin pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Darmas.
The elder warlock looked the paper over and then looked at the figure sealed in
the crystal. He smiled at Corlin once, and then incanted the spell.
"An evil power sealed away, to reign again another day.
"Release the binding that holds its sway, and return him to us this day."
The magic from the incantation enveloped the crystalline material
surrounding the man. For long minutes it flashed and sparkled as if reflecting
numerous points of light. Suddenly the crystal dissolved, freeing the man
inside.
He stretched and looked around. Seeing the two warlocks standing in front
of him and smiled. He stretched forth his hand and a beam of light shot out
enveloping Darmas. The elder brother screamed in agony as the magic drained
him, transferring his power to the now released prisoner. Within seconds Darmas
ceased to exist and the prisoner sighed.
"Ah," said the prisoner with just the hint of a British accent, "that was
refreshing. Not very filling, though. Another warlock? Well, let's just see
how much power you'll provide."
"Wait," screamed Corlin as the prisoner extended his hand. "My brother
was stronger than I. I would provide you with very little power."
"Perhaps," said the prisoner, withdrawing his hand. "He did provide so
little power. But you are the only one here. I must replenish my strength.
And for that I need power."
"I can get you power," said Corlin. "More power than you could imagine.
Besides, you've been imprisoned for three hundred years. Much has changed in
that time. I can help you adjust to this new time."
"What power can you get me?" asked prisoner.
"This," said Corlin, removing another paper from his pocket. "It's a
spell written in an ancient tongue. My brother and I were able to translate
part of it. With it, you can drain the strength of a powerful witch."
"I can do that anyway," said the prisoner. "Why do I need this spell?"
"Because," said Corlin, "it will work not only on a single witch but on
others as well. If you use it on the eldest witch in a family, you will also
gain the power of all her siblings at the same time. Having to risk exposing
yourself."
"Interesting," said the prisoner. "You have a point. Three hundred years
is a long time to be away. And this spell you mentioned. It could be quite
useful. Tell me, warlock. Do you know of any sister witches that I can use
this spell on?"
"Yes," said Corlin, smiling nervously. "Three very powerful witches. The
Charmed Ones. Use this spell on the eldest and you will gain the Power of Three
in one fell swoop."
"The Charmed Ones," said the prisoner. "Their coming was foretold in my
time. Yes, they would be a great prize. Very well. Teach me of this new world
into which I have awakened. And I will need victims to rebuild my strength
before I go against a Charmed One. You will bring me others to feed upon."
"Yes," said Corlin. "Whatever you want. I can bring you others you can
drain. And together we will put an end to the Charmed Ones."
"Yes," said the prisoner, smiling. "I am Sebastian Craggen."
"I know who you are," said Corlin. "It is why my brother and I sought you
out. I am called Corlin."
"Lead on, Corlin," said Sebastian. "Show me this wondrous new world. And
bring me my victims. I must replenish my strength."
Smiling, Corlin turned and led Sebastian out of the chamber back to the
world beyond.
"All In The Details"
by J. B. Tilton
email: aramathisot.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are the
property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically
created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of
copyright is intended.
(Authors note: This story takes place between season 4 episodes "Black As
Cole" and "Muse To My Ears".)
A demon is released from its ancient prison and then sets its sights on
Piper so that it can regain its lost power.
PREFACE
Two men moved through the cavern looking around. One periodically checked
a map he was carrying. Confident that they were on the right path, he continued
on followed by the second man. The second man looked around nervously, as if
expecting an attack at any moment.
"I do not like this, Darmas," said the second man. "The legends say these
caverns are guarded by powerful demonic forces. They would not look well on us
invading their domain."
"Stupid wives tales," said the man named Darmas. "Why do you think he was
sealed in here, Corlin? To keep someone from doing exactly what we're planning
to do. It was just dumb luck you stumbled across this map. Without it we might
still not know where he is. Now we are only moments from freeing him. And he
shall reward us for that."
"Are you sure?" Corlin asked. "The histories say he was vindictive.
Perhaps he'll just vanquish us for being imprisoned for so long."
"We had nothing to do with that," said Darmas. "He'll be grateful that
we've released him. And that gratitude will translate into power for us. He
was one of the most powerful warlocks who ever lived. Once he's restored to
power, we shall serve at his side. He'll unite all warlocks under his rule and
they shall also obey us."
Corlin smiled at the prospect. He and his brother weren't the most
powerful warlocks in the world. Other warlocks often mistreated them for being
as powerless as they were. They wouldn't vanquish the brothers, of course.
That would deprive them of their "fun".
Suddenly the two brothers came to an opening. It looked ancient. It was
partially covered over from some long ago collapse of the cavern roof. Still,
there was enough room for them to squeeze through into the chamber beyond.
This chamber was not as large as many of the others they had passed
through. In the back of the chamber, sealed in some type of crystalline
material, was a man. He stood with his hands raised and look on his face that
suggested pain. But he felt nothing. For more than three hundred years he had
stood sealed in the cavern.
"There he is," said Darmas. "All we have to do is free him and we will be
rewarded. Do you have the incantation?"
Corlin pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Darmas.
The elder warlock looked the paper over and then looked at the figure sealed in
the crystal. He smiled at Corlin once, and then incanted the spell.
"An evil power sealed away, to reign again another day.
"Release the binding that holds its sway, and return him to us this day."
The magic from the incantation enveloped the crystalline material
surrounding the man. For long minutes it flashed and sparkled as if reflecting
numerous points of light. Suddenly the crystal dissolved, freeing the man
inside.
He stretched and looked around. Seeing the two warlocks standing in front
of him and smiled. He stretched forth his hand and a beam of light shot out
enveloping Darmas. The elder brother screamed in agony as the magic drained
him, transferring his power to the now released prisoner. Within seconds Darmas
ceased to exist and the prisoner sighed.
"Ah," said the prisoner with just the hint of a British accent, "that was
refreshing. Not very filling, though. Another warlock? Well, let's just see
how much power you'll provide."
"Wait," screamed Corlin as the prisoner extended his hand. "My brother
was stronger than I. I would provide you with very little power."
"Perhaps," said the prisoner, withdrawing his hand. "He did provide so
little power. But you are the only one here. I must replenish my strength.
And for that I need power."
"I can get you power," said Corlin. "More power than you could imagine.
Besides, you've been imprisoned for three hundred years. Much has changed in
that time. I can help you adjust to this new time."
"What power can you get me?" asked prisoner.
"This," said Corlin, removing another paper from his pocket. "It's a
spell written in an ancient tongue. My brother and I were able to translate
part of it. With it, you can drain the strength of a powerful witch."
"I can do that anyway," said the prisoner. "Why do I need this spell?"
"Because," said Corlin, "it will work not only on a single witch but on
others as well. If you use it on the eldest witch in a family, you will also
gain the power of all her siblings at the same time. Having to risk exposing
yourself."
"Interesting," said the prisoner. "You have a point. Three hundred years
is a long time to be away. And this spell you mentioned. It could be quite
useful. Tell me, warlock. Do you know of any sister witches that I can use
this spell on?"
"Yes," said Corlin, smiling nervously. "Three very powerful witches. The
Charmed Ones. Use this spell on the eldest and you will gain the Power of Three
in one fell swoop."
"The Charmed Ones," said the prisoner. "Their coming was foretold in my
time. Yes, they would be a great prize. Very well. Teach me of this new world
into which I have awakened. And I will need victims to rebuild my strength
before I go against a Charmed One. You will bring me others to feed upon."
"Yes," said Corlin. "Whatever you want. I can bring you others you can
drain. And together we will put an end to the Charmed Ones."
"Yes," said the prisoner, smiling. "I am Sebastian Craggen."
"I know who you are," said Corlin. "It is why my brother and I sought you
out. I am called Corlin."
"Lead on, Corlin," said Sebastian. "Show me this wondrous new world. And
bring me my victims. I must replenish my strength."
Smiling, Corlin turned and led Sebastian out of the chamber back to the
world beyond.