Chapter 1
Jal hadn't been an Elder long, only a couple hundred years, but she still knew a thing or two about the world. She knew of the prophecy that spoke of a child born to be both good and evil. Many had theories about the youngest Charmed one and the new demon that was after the three.. Even before he had reached San Francisco some had told this was the one.
Then the Source interfered and killed off the eldest. Some thought this was the end of the prophecy. Some thought it would still happen.
It didn't.
She watched him through a golden orb saw his lip curl up as he mocked the Charmed Ones. This was not how it was supposed to be. What evil had changed their destined pathway?
Jalil turned her head as she heard someone approach.
"You're aura stinks, Jalil" he said.
"Oh, thanks" she laughed at him. He was the one that had been here the longest, but surprisingly the most fun.
"You know what I mean," he paused, wondering if she would listen. "You know it's against the rules to interfere."
"You know me better then everyone here," she laughed "I do as I please."
"I know," he whispered. "This one can't be helped. He's too far gone. If it is meant to be it'll happen".
"Maybe I'm just meant to interfere. Maybe that's what destiny holds"
"Your learning child!" he laughed. "Predicting the future is a fickle thing. You will fail, though".
"Live and learn," she whispered.
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A can of worms had been opened. He just couldn't suppress his human side again. Meeting Phoebe had opened Pandora's box.
He would go to dark priests and they would conjure the darkest magik they could to overcome his human side. Sometimes for a day or two he would feel free, but he always would come back in the end.
Being near them didn't help. He wanted them gone. Dead. He'd destroyed Piper. Phoebe was still upset. Paige was depressed at the state of her life. It was now, the time to act.
All he would do is hide in the shadows. "Now!" he harshly whispered to himself. He shimmered.
He was in the corner of Paige's room. She pulled strands of hair from her face. She swirled her long hair and clipped it back. He threw the energy ball.
He convinced himself he didn't realize she would deflect it. He hadn't taken it easy on her. She orbed. Of course, she would orb. He was alone.
The scene before him seemed to slow down and speed up. Time stood still. He should get out; he was outnumbered and no longer had the element of surprise.
The creak of the floorboard. He slowly turned. She was there. Phoebe. Piper and Paige closely behind. This was unnatural, time kept stopping and starting. Why did they affect him like this?
He shimmered out.
He grabbed his head and cursed. Damn them! Damn him. He would never admit it, but he knew. He didn't want to kill them, not really. Knew he had to. He should have done more to eliminate Paige. Not some stupid energy ball. Though then a voice nagged him and reminded him it was stupid to go after the strongest one. Piper was the easiest.
He heard her voice. "This is a dream. I'm not here. You're haunting my dreams again."
He turned and saw Phoebe there. Cursed.
Another chance all the same.
She shivered in the cold of his den. She had the apricot colored nightgown that Phoebe told him had been passed down from her Grams to her Mom, to Prue. Eventually to her. Her eyes were wide. Frightened.
He had an urge to cradle her and tell her she was okay.
He fought the urge. Eliminate her!, a searing voice demanded. She will corrupt you again!
The problem was, you know those days when the evil within him was suppressed and he was "corrupted"?
Those were the best days of his life.