Disclaimer- I don't own Charmed or any of it's characters. I do however own Luna.

AN- Hey! This is my first fanfic so please review! I'm really sorry if some of the characters are OOC. Just so you know, this is an AU, so Paige was raised with Prue, Piper and Phoebe and Kyle isn't killed by the Avatars. Thanks for reading!

I looked around quickly to make sure no-one had seen my late entrance. I glanced at my watch and swore under my breath, the small digital face told me that it was 1:00 in the morning. I knew that if anyone caught me now, I was so screwed. I tried to quietly sneak through the kitchen in the dark but my leg banged against the corner of the table, hard.

"Who's there?"

A loud voice pierced my thoughts and I froze in shock. Biting my lip I peered round the door and saw my eldest sister, Prue, sitting on the couch. I winced slightly, there was no way I could get to my room with her sitting right there. I considered orbing but that would let her know that I had unbound my powers and then I was gonna be in for it.

I can actually see the confused look on your face. I should probably explain. My name is Paige Halliwell, I'm 21 years old and I'm a witch. Not just any witch either, my sisters and I make up the Power of Four, the most powerful force of good the world has ever seen, or so I thought until tonight. There are actually five of us, Prue, Piper, Phoebe, me, and the youngest sister, Luna. I know what you're thinking, "why does her name begin with an L?" Trust me I've asked that question plenty of times and I've only just recently got an answer.

Luna was the baby Halliwell, the one we all took care of. When we became witches we were scared that the demons were going to try and use her to get to us. Prue suggested that when she came into her powers we could bind them so she wouldn't be a target. We all agreed with this, anything to protect the baby of the family.

In the months that followed, we became increasingly more worried about Luna's behaviour. She would come home at obscene times in the morning, often acting vague and withdrawn. She once came home acting like a two year old, laughing at random, stupid things and generally making a fool out of herself. Prue, having dealt with both Phoebe and myself at that age, immediately assumed she was drunk and blew up at her. Even though this was the most likely story, I couldn't help feeling like we were missing something. Luna was a good kid; she wouldn't spend her nights getting wasted on a street corner. Prue, however, didn't agree and insisted on hundreds upon thousands of "family meetings." This involved Prue, lecturing her about how she was wasting her life, Piper offering the odd "hmm" and "yeah" to agree with Prue, and Phoebe telling her that she understood what Luna was going through. I generally stayed quiet and watched Luna's body language. She didn't appear get very annoyed at these meetings. This is odd because most rebelling teens, speaking from experience here, would become outraged at the way their sisters were treating them. Luna, however, just looked uncomfortable, like she was trying to keep some huge secret, and after agreeing to do better, disappeared off to bed.

This went on for at least six months before she finally blew up at us. Prue was on, what we like to call, "Luna Watch." I had just come down for a glass of water and had seen my big sister sitting at the kitchen table. I was just about to sit down next to her, when suddenly the door flew open with a crash and Luna stormed in. I quickly took in her appearance and raised an eyebrow. Her long golden, brown hair was tied back in it's usual messy ponytail and her bright blue eyes flashed dangerously, but that's not what caught my attention. She was extremely pale, her hands were shaking, she was biting her lip, a nervous habit she had picked up from Piper, and was that blood on her shirt?!

"Where the hell have you been?" demanded Prue, obviously not noticing the bloodstained shirt.

For some strange reason, I could feel waves of guilt radiating off of Luna. Why would she feel guilty? What had she done? Or what was she going to do? She took a deep breath, as if preparing to do something incredibly difficult.

"Why the hell would you care?!" snapped Luna.

I actually felt my jaw drop. Luna never spoke to any of us like that, least of all Prue. I glanced at my big sister. She looked just as surprised as I was.

"I am so sick of coming back here to be lectured about how much I'm screwing up my life! I can't take it anymore, I'm leaving tonight! Don't bother coming after me either! God, it's no wonder Dad left!"

I saw tears spring to Prue's eyes as Luna raced out the door. How dare she bring Dad into this! What the hell was wrong with her?!

That was three years ago, she was only fourteen at the time. We spent hours scrying for her after she left, but we never found any trace of where she had disappeared to. We eventually bound our powers after a massive media scare, which cost us the life of our friend, and my boyfriend, Agent Kyle Brody. It's actually thanks to him that we're not being burnt at the stake right now. I still miss him though, after my best friend Glenn got married, he was the only guy that really understood me. He made a deal with the Cleaners to erase the films made of us using our powers but in return he had to be erased as well. It still hurt to think about him.

"Paige?"

I was suddenly jolted out of my thoughts by the sound of Prue's voice.

"Where have you been?"

I briefly considered telling her about my unusual encounter but decided against it. She had enough to worry about. I went with the half truth.

"I went to see Kyle."

I knew that this was the perfect thing to say. No-one would bother me about it. They would just fade into an awkward silence. I felt guilty for not telling Prue what I had seen. I did tell the truth, I had been at Kyle's grave, but what I had witnessed there still had my head spinning.

I had been sitting on the marble bench in front of the spot where we had put Kyle's headstone, when suddenly a group of demons shimmered in. I didn't think I was going to make it out of there alive. I was a mortal with no powers, I was a sitting duck.

Then everything seemed to explode into action. A slim figure suddenly burst into the scene in a cloud of golden dust. Moving so fast, I could barely follow, they quickly vanquished the demons and were gone. Only leaving behind a trail of dust and a note attached to a bottle, which I discovered contained an unbinding potion. The note merely said;

"Think about it. Something big is coming."

Even now, as I was safely at home talking to Prue, I couldn't help the feeling of ominous dread that suddenly grabbed hold of me. My mystery saviour was right....

Something big was about to happen.