Title: Bewitched4ever
Topic: Charmed Fan fiction
Author: Ethelia
: Disclaimer:
All main characters, plots and passed information is from Charmed and is not my creation
The following Fan Fiction is based on Charmed
My sources: inspiration from the drama of charmed and anything magical and mysterious in life.
Brief summary
Between the height of the drama of Phoebe's love life, Cole her true love, her demonic future child, her controlling sisters, a guiding white lighter go through challenging events that lead to the impossible of the birth of her demonic child.
Main Characters: The charmed ones Piper, Paige, Phoebe, Leo, Cole, Cade, The seer, the source, Demonic cults, Angelic Cults. Fake Witches, Grandma, and Pru
Narrator: Cade Turner
Chapter 1
This position I was left in seemed never ending. I was surrounded. My life was meaningless. Suddenly only the truth mattered. Only the answers counted. The normality of my life before was worst curse on earth. I believed this now. I was trapped away from all the glory, magnificence of this exciting magical world. Cade Turner stood still, with a fixed gaze upon a set of hypnotic eyes that starred back with no movement, but control. This control led to my weakness. My weakness was the lack in knowledge, the lack in power, the lack in control and the lack in defense. I was, meaningless. Yet in mysterious ways I doubted that. I was always so ever unsure of my faith beyond this point. My eyes softened, and my stare was distracted, but my mind was still in control of pondering for a logical explanation. The seer moved and took a step closer. She smiled with great amusement. They warned me of her but I didn't listen, I needed to find the truth. I never believed there would be such truth, foster parents left children with fake details to everything related to their real parents. I believed them for a while. A while till things so strange started to occur. I noticed odd and mysterious people follow me. They were always around watching me. Sometimes they were there, and then they were gone in a puff of smoke. I saw them a lot as a child, and at the age of 6 I remember seeing a magical battle. It was between a beautiful women and an evil man. There were others too; it seemed like a lot of commotion. I however was not part of it, I was just standing there. A few minutes later I couldn't remember much of it anymore. And 9 years later, this is where I stand. I stand directly face to face with the seer, in the underworld after being kidnapped and being the witness to the deaths of my foster parents.
Her eyes refocused on me, this time with a human gaze. Her expressions made me uneasy; it's difficult to predict anything from this point.
She spoke which caused me relief and terror.
"Do you know who you are… boy?" she asked, "Cade Turner". "good then"- she replied
What kind of reply was that? Did she know who I was? Dose she knows why I am here? Is she good an evil? The uncertainty of the difference between good and evil has become the greatest issue. Dreams at an early age lead into my idea of this topic. Dreams I now understand are recollection of thoughts, instances, memories, actions, and feelings. Those would be the controlling factors for the dreams of mortals. I however was gifted with magick. And of course, magick conquers all. So matter what I feel or what I remember is not the greater input. Magick now controls all. It controls my life.
Crimson light from the burning torches hit the wall and reflected a disgusting color of darkness onto my clothing.