Hey!
Welcome to our brand new W.I.T.C.H fic! If you're a first time reader, this is Ryoko Denton, writer/poet/alien in disguise extraordinaire! Also we have Dita… writer/editor/slightly abusive when handling a lanyard chica, also Sasami… artist/lemon writer/a couple inches away from being a hobbit chick.
Disclaimer: I don't own W.I.T.C.H… neither do you, so hahaha sucker!
Reviews/Flames: reviews will be used to know if we should continue this or not. Flames'll be used to keep my house warm and cut down on the heat bill.
Other notes: a word from bondage bear "help me! This psycho has got me tied up!" that will be all.
Chapter one!
'Prologue'
On with da' fun!
The sound of a ringing phone broke Will's concentration of the test in front of her that needed to be graded as she contemplated about just not answering, she sighed as the incessant sound cut through her New York flat like a knife as she leaned over the couch and picked up the black cordless,
"Will here." She muttered, trying to figure out the handwriting on the math paper as a sob came from the other end, she dropped her pencil before panic over-took her, "Hello? Who is this?" she called, she heard someone mumble something about being lost or something like that as Will got a clean pad of paper and her favorite green pen before talking seriously into the phone, "Hello? Can you tell me your name?" she asked s the crying stopped,
"Get out of uber-over-protective guardian mode for just halfa sec' would ya' Will?" the red-head felt her eyes bulge before falling back on the black plush couch,
"Scare me half to death why don't cha' Cornelia?" Will was actually kinda shocked, getting the phone call from her old friend, the five had all gone off to different colleges and ceased to talk since then.
"Will, this is serious, I can't make my flowers grow!" Cornelia's voice came out in a low pitched whine as Will shifted the phone to her other ear and picked back up the test,
"Well with regular watering and plenty of sunlight they should, just give them some time Corny'" Cornelia started to cry again before Will's other line beeped in, "Cornelia, other line, hold on." Will clicked over after hearing something that slightly resembled an 'okay' as she hit the 'flash' button.
"Hello, this is Will." She said politely into the phone as more yelling could be heard, "Who is this?" she asked, before hearing more sniffling.
"Will? It's Taranee… they're gone, all gone, not here, somewhere else, gone, gone, gone." Will looked at the phone oddly before asking,
"What do you mean your powers are gone? They can't be, mine aren't." True, she hadn't used her powers in a while, her comment though received a loud yell from her friend,
"Just rub it in a little more why don't cha'?" Taranee yelled before Will smacked her own head with a small pillow,
"Cornelia is on my other line, you know where I live? Just come over, like, now… we'll figure this out, get Irma and Hay Lin if you can." Taranee gave a small noise that Will was going to pretend meant 'okay'. They said their goodbyes as Will clicked back over.
"Cornelia, I'm living in New York now, just, get your ass over here as soon as possible." The blonde agreed before they both hung up. Will leaned back on her couch before looking at her hands, "Are mine gone too?" she hugged herself slightly, cursing for not realizing it sooner.
Short, yes I know, but this is just the prologue. The real fic will start soon.
Your loyal authoress,
Ryo and Bondage Bear