Thank you for clicking on this story, my first in a number of years and my first on this website. This story will be set out in a number of arcs which I'm calling Timelines. These timelines will follow different outcomes and endings. Will Mallory get the happy ending for not only the world, but the coven too, or will the cycle continue? Who knows. Kudos, reviews/comments are greatly appreciated and I welcome any feedback
Mankind has always wished for the power to travel back in time and change the course of history. Some would go back for personal reasons, like turning down that cute guy at the cinema who turned out to be a creep or changing the day where you embarrassed yourself on stage in front of the entire school. Having the power to change any wrongdoing or ill decision we made is something all of us have wondered at some point in time. Then there are others who would go back to change the course of history, such as stopping wars and mass genocide, saving a notable person from assassination or the death of all life on Earth as we know it, like I did.
My name is Mallory. I'm a witch at Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, the rumoured next Supreme and I went back in time to kill the son of Satan, save the world and my coven. Of course, it wasn't just only me, the deaths of my fellow witch Madison Montgomery, the voodoo queen Marie Laveau and the ultimate self sacrifice of Cordelia Goode paved the way for my success in my mission. Because of them, I was able to reverse time, kill Michael Langdon and put an end to his plans. The world was saved.
However by reversing time, it meant that not only did everyone forget about the bombs and Michael Langdon, but it never happened. I'm the only person in this world who knows how the world once came to end. I'm the only one who remembers the bombs falling and seven million people dying from the blasts and radiation poisoning and I'm the only one who had the power to go back in time to change all that.
Michael has been dead for nearly ten years now, 2020 came and went with no apocalypse, thankfully. Even though the world has continued turning and life has carried on, I was unable to shake the feeling that we hadn't won or changed anything, just merely postponed it. The sense of unease was maddening. Television new shows and articles in newspapers constantly talk about how global warming will kill us all, or how arguing world leaders will be the ones who finally press the red buttons, but only I know how it truly ended. Michael is dead, but for some reason I don't think this is the end of it.
This unease led me to start checking newspapers and online articles daily in my free time, writing down every single crime or death that I feel could be orchestrated by a new Michael. I would spend hours trying to link these together to see if they followed the same path as last time, researching and documented everything, but in the end I found nothing. Nothing matched and nothing happened. I felt relieved but at the same time, I still couldn't shake that feeling. Maybe I was just paranoid about losing everyone again, maybe it was just anxiety, but what if it wasn't?
I slowly began to stop my researching. I sat myself down and figured I was focusing too much on the past and needed to concentrate on the present. Everyone was alive after all. Cordelia was our Supreme, radiant and powerful as ever. Zoe and Queenie were teachers and a part of the council, schooling the next generation of Witches. Misty Day had returned from Hell (with a good word put in by me) and was happily travelling around the country with Stevie Nicks on tour. Coco, my best friend, was as kind and loving as ever, her powers growing stronger with every passing day. And even though she wasn't physically here, I could still feel Myrtle Snow's presence around us, guarding us and commenting on our awful fashion faux pas.
I finally began to relax and enjoy this new world I had helped to create and save. I threw myself into my studies, concentrated on strengthening and honing my powers and I even began talking to my parents again. Life was good and I was happy, surrounded by my sisters with their love and light.
Until one day, when I was downstairs eating breakfast with Zoe and Queenie. Queenie was flicking the channels as she chewed, finally settling on a news channel. I was about to get up and clean my bowl, when the news reporter on television announced something I had heard before, long ago. Something I feared to hear once again.
"And in other news, a shocking number of childminders and babysitters being found murdered in a quiet suburb are being treated as unexplained. We now go live to our reporter in the field, Patricia Feld -."