Hello there everyone! I am very happy to be back! Yes that's right after my taster and little one-fic, i am proud to say that this is the first offical chapter for "Decode" "Living up to the Name"'s sequel. This chapter is just to tell set the scene. Don't worry if that confuses you just now, all will be made clearer as we go on lol.

Disclamier: I do not own Charmed or any of it's characters. I only own the story and that you are not familair with. Steal this and there will be trouble, i know people in high places and they are watching you....

Summary:

Two months have passed since the wedding nightmare and still Kayla has yet to be found. A new prophecy is uncovered and ancient magic from King Arthur's time is revived and the gang are thrown into one whirlwind of an adventure. Can they decode the ancient text? Sequel to "Living up to the Name."

Anyway with out any further delay, here's the first chapter. I really hope you enjoy!

Decode

Chapter One: Where Good and Evil stood

Greyscale, nothing pure black, or pure white, it neatly fell in between the two. As showers of blue and white arrived on one side of the room, the air rippled on the other side. Two opposing sides met eyes locked into a cold hard stare. Today a King had died, a great one at that. He had died in the magical healing lands and now there was uproar around the world, with the King dead the Evil witch would soon take control and the world would plummet to hell and never see the sun again. The meeting was secret, rules were going to be broken, all it took was for someone to find out what was going on and then 'Bam!' The plan would go up in smoke along with the world. So to keep the meeting very low key the two sides met on neutral ground, the spirit plane. The place where the souls would travel before making their final journey towards the afterlife, death was a frequent comer to the plane so he stood a little away from the two sides and the large oak table that divided the room. Now for this to happen fairly death had to stand directly in the middle of the two groups, one foot on either side of the magical line that split the room. This meant that when the deed was done he could sign saying he had witnessed it as the third party.

With one side dressed in black, the other in gold and white and death falling 'neatly' between the two the meeting could begin. The two sides stood watching the opposing, eyes locked onto their enemies, only on rare occasions would they meet, this was exactly one of those time. Neither knew how to go about this, death stood watching intently, someone had to make a move sooner or later. Who would do it though? If good stepped forward would evil feel threatened? Or vice-versa? The two sides looked at each other through judgemental eyes, the arguments broke out as they feared what to do, do it wrong and the other side would win, do it right the other side would lose.

The level of shouting got louder and louder as still no decision could be made, evil and good would not forfeit.

"He should be on our side." Evil 1 shouted.

"No ours!" Good 2 shouted. "He shall be born from the purest magic ever. He is meant to be good!"

So it continued, the sun set and rose again before setting again. The two sides continued like this until all sense of time had been forgotten, one of the members on evil decided enough was enough and he stepped the demon of fear walked forward throwing his hands up in frustration, this had gone on long enough. A decision had to be made, and it had to be done soon. The demon walked into the middle of the room where the grand table sat, staying on evil's side he picked up the feather and reached over to the bit of parchment paper that sat in the middle of the table, he pulled it over to him and dipped the feather in the ink. Slowly and carefully he signed his name on the bottom of the scroll. Placing the feather down he stepped back to his spot.

"Either way this has to be done." He stated with a room fell silent again and an Elder walked forward, doing exactly the same as Barbus had done before him.

With one member of the opposite party signing the scroll Good and Evil exited from the room leaving Barbus and the Elder very much alone with Death. "This way," The Elder said as he added a line to the scroll. "The child can make his own choice."

Barbus smiled one of his twisted smiles. "He doesn't get a choice. He will be the successor."

"You know what I am talking about Demon!" The Elder snarled. "He will get a choice to be good or evil."

"Took you long enough." Death sneered as he stepped forward and signed his name on the bottom of the parchment paper.

He turned to look at Barbus and the Elder; he bowed to them both and then faded out of the room to catch up on the work he had missed out Elder placed the feather down on the table and rolled the scroll up tying it off with a white ribbon; he passed it to Barbus and watched as Barbus tied a black ribbon round it. This meant that when the scroll was needed good and evil could touch it if need be. Barbus placed the scroll back in the middle of the table and all around them the room began to fade from existence.

Barbus flamed out, the Elder orbed; they left the room as the walls began to disappear. The table and chairs were next to follow, leaving the scroll to float in midair. As the scroll began to glow a golden colour, the text inside it glowed black, creating the deal, finalising it. As the light of the moon began to shine down on it, it disappeared in a flash of white in its resting place, the piece of parchment paper flew into a golden box that sat in the middle of the grand chamber. The lid on the box closed over and snapped shut as a golden light surrounded it. There the prophecy would remain until the day it was to be called upon, until then it would remain a secret. No one would find out about it, minus those who had witnessed it's creation.

With a satisfied smile the scroll keeper nodded his head in respect and left through the large doors. Shutting them behind him as he went, taking a key from his pocket he locked the large doors and left, placing the key back into the pocket of his robe.

*****

Five men stood in a chamber that was located in a great and grand castle. Four of them stood watching as the fifth, an older man with long white beard finished chanting his rhyme. As the words reached their climax he lifted his hands and the sleeves of his long green robe fell back a little showing off the pale white skin that covered his arms. The four men watched in amazement as the large block of what looked to be an ice prison disappeared into thin air, although they had seen magic like this before it always amazed them.

Turning to look at the others the old man breathed a sigh of relief. "It is done." He said with a smile.

A shower of blue and white orbs rained down in the middle of the room the five men stood turned to look at the Elder as he landed on the floor. The older man walked forward and shook hands with the Elder while the other four men stood with their hands clasped round the handles of their swords. They did not trust 'his' kind.

"It is done." The Elder said with an emotionless tone and face.

The older man nodded once and turned back round to look at the other four men who all had disapproving looks on their faces. The Elder bid them a fair well and left the room, returning to the of the men turned to look at the ageing man with the long green cloak on.

"We are not going to just sit here are we?" He asked. "That would be…"

"Silence Kay." The older man said looking at the young man. "We shall wait until the time is right."

"How long shall that take?" Another man asked.

"We may have to wait until the stars rain down from heaven." The old man answered. "Or, until we are called upon. You know as well as I do." Pulling the hood up over his head he reached into his pocket and pulled out a green vial, he threw it and it cracked on the stone floor at his feet. As the green smoke disappeared the four remaining men all bowed their heads in respect and left the chamber in the castle. There was work to be done.

*****

The green smoke cleared and the old man walked over to sit down on a stone bench, that sat opposite a grave stone. Bowing his head to pay his respect he sat down, his long green cloak lifted off the ground as he sat. He looked at the grave stone and sighed sadly, it belonged to a great friend and great ruler."Things are going to be hard my Lord, I fear we shall not be able to stop it." As the old man said that he placed his hand down on the stone bench and was sucked into a vision.

*****

It was dark, he couldn't see anything he only heard voices. That was the problem with some of his visions they only gave out clues, not telling you the full story. "I don't care about the power!" A voice shouted. "I don't want it!"

"I can't do this." Another voice said.

"The time has come my Lord, you need to rise up and strike the head from evil." Another said.

"What if I can't?" Another voice sounded.

*****

The old man's eyes opened and worry was etched across his face, he looked at the gravestone. He was afraid. "Until the stars fall my friend, until the stars fall."

There we have it, the first ever chapter of "Decode." I really hopped you enjoyed and that it hasn't confused you too much, don't worry though everything will make sense...

eventually.

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Until next time,

Keep Dreaming :P

xox