"You can't change the future…"
"We've done it before…the future can be changed!"
"Not anymore."
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"A prophecy was once written about a coven of witches that the world came to know as the
Charmed Ones. You know them…I know them. What the world doesn't know, is that today,
we create our own prophecy."

Light beamed in through the crack of a boarded up window, and floated along the floor,
landing at the base of a pair of black shoes. Every now and again, a single drop of water
cascaded down towards the ground and plummeted into the warped wooden floorboards.

"Prophecy is a funny thing. It predicts our future, what is to come."

The light trickled up the foot a bit more, and landed on black pants as the morning sun came.
By noon, the sun had met his face. He wore a devious grin, and sported stubble on his chin.
His eyes were dark, and let off nothing but a false front.

"No more. Prophecy will cease to exist, and we will create the future."
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"If we don't serve a higher purpose, then why the hell am I still alive?"
"You care."
"Honestly, I couldn't give a fuck anymore. Just once, I'd like to be the innocent. The one who's ignorant and unknowing."
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White light.

It was everywhere again.

As he stepped into the room, he was nearly blinded.

It was all white…everything.

Pure white.

"Why did you call me here?"

A man, clad in a shroud of many shades of grey turned around, and gave a half-smile.
"Beautiful day, wouldn't you say?" He gestured to the brightly lit room around, filled with
objects such as pure white flowers, and white furniture.

"What do you want from me?"

"A plan." The man in grey commented abstractly, picking up a white orchid and laying it at
the man's feet before exiting. His eyes flashed with knowledge one time before he left, and
it filled him with a sense of dread.

"End game." He whispered.

TBC