AN- Thanks again for reading guys, it means a lot. The identity of the Whitelighter will be revealed later on in the story.
Disclaimer- I don't own Charmed or any of the characters.
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Seventeen year old Luna Halliwell rolled over and clumsily tried to halt the irritating noise that her alarm clock insisted on making.
"Stupid piece of crap." She muttered, groggily slamming her hand down on the source of her annoyance.
She sat up, ran her hand through her short, brown hair and yawned. Fighting demons on a daily basis really took it out of a girl. She dragged herself out from the warm safety of her bed and wandered aimlessly into the kitchen.
"I guess it's "Ben & Jerry's" for breakfast again this morning," she mumbled to herself.
Luna had never been much of a cook. That had always been Piper's department. The most she could do was beans on toast. She snorted, mind you, that was better than Prue's cooking. Her big sister could mess up boiling water! Luna's heart suddenly clenched with guilt as she thought of the way she had last spoken to Prue. She knew she had hurt the eldest witch but it was something she had to do. She would have never been able to embrace her destiny otherwise.
Personally, she blamed the Elders and their stupid "Protect the Innocent" crap. Obviously she had no problem with actually saving people, she just felt like all this responsibility had just been dumped on her shoulders. Her sisters were the all powerful Charmed Ones so she always knew that she was going to be a witch. However, to come home and find her sisters discussing whether to bind her powers or not, made her want to go out and hunt demons just to spite them. And that's exactly what she did.
Luna giggled slightly as she remembered the day she had first discovered her powers. The school bully had never been the same again. She decided against telling her sisters, they would have whipped up a binding potion faster than you could say "OMG Flying Monkeys!"
Instead, she decided it would be better to lead a double life. During the day she was Luna Halliwell, an average teenager, pupil at High School and the baby of the Halliwell Manor. During the night she was Spirit, the ass-kicking, demon vanquishing, innocent protecting super witch. Your regular teenage "Buffy."
Unfortunately, it was too good to last. It wasn't very long before people started noticing the changes in her behaviour and soon enough Prue was scheduling "family meetings." Her sisters weren't the only ones noticing either. The Elders found out the truth and started spinning all this destiny crap. Apparently, Luna was the "Moon Spirit." and was supposed to lead Good against Evil in the Final Battle.
Upon hearing this she had burst into giggles, asked who came up with the cheesy names and received more than one despairing look from the Elders. Honestly, though she had only been fourteen at the time and they expected her to build an army! It was bad enough that she had to fight demons on a daily basis! At least now she understood why her name was Luna. "Moon Spirit," lunar, Luna. Ha ha, her mom was a comedian.
After leaving home, the Elders had sent her all over the world to receive training that would prepare her for the Final Battle. She had spent two years on the island of Valhalla with the Valkyries, a month with different kinds of magical creatures, learning about their magic, and three earth months with the Elders. Now she was finally back and had spent the last seven months building up the army that was going to fight for the side of Good.
So far the recruiting was going well. Most magical beings could sense when a large supernatural disturbance was about to take place, and so they were coming in hoards. Luna had already assembled a group of magical beings that would act as her fellow leaders and advisors. All of them were friends she had encountered on her travels and she trusted them with her life. Many had helped her when she had needed it and some of them she herself had helped.
She pulled a tub of ice-cream out of the freezer and tried to wrestle open the lid.
There was one thing that concerned her though. There was no doubt that The Power Of Four would be needed and the last she had heard; her big sisters had bound their powers. Something about "wanting a normal life." Luna snorted, normal was about as interesting as a rock. There was a good chance that she would have to try and persuade them to embrace their heritage again and something told her that was not going to be easy.
Luna turned her attention back to her ice-cream.
"I bet you don't have any ideas on how to knock some sense into my darling sisters, do you?"
She picked up a spoon and approached her breakfast.
"You know you're finally losing it when you start talking to tubs of ice-cream, Luna."
At the sudden sound of her Whitelighter's voice, Luna spun round and threw her spoon like a weapon towards the source of the noise. Luckily, the angel dodged and the spoon flew past his ear and lodged itself in the wall.
"AARGH! What the hell was that for?!"
Luna bit her lip and tried to suppress her giggles.
"Oh My God! I'm sooo sorry! I thought you were a demon!" She stuttered, desperately trying to pull herself together.
Her Whitelighter glared at the young witch.
"What's so funny?"
Suddenly, Luna couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into fits of laughter.
"Y-you j-just s-screamed t-the l-loudest, g-girliest s-scream I h-have e-ever h-heard!"
The young man smiled at that. Despite all the responsibility that had been dumped on her, Luna had still managed to keep her innocent charm.
"I fail to see why that's so funny." He said, arching an eyebrow.
"It's funny because I just recorded it on my phone and now most of the magical community are using your girlie shriek as a ringtone." Luna explained, stifling some of her giggles.
The Whitelighter groaned inwardly. He should have known better than to mess with Luna Halliwell. Sometimes her "innocent charm" could be mistaken for immaturity.
"So," Luna said grinning, "did you come to tell me something or was it just to embarrass yourself with your high pitched squealing?"
The angel took a deep breath.
"There's good news and there's semi-bad news. What do you want to hear first?"
Luna frowned slightly.
"How do you get "semi-bad" news?" She asked.
"Depends on how you see it. It could actually be fantastic news but there's an element of bad in it."
Luna snorted, "I should probably let you know that, that makes no sense at all. Let's hear the good news first."
"Alright, the good news is Paige has unbound her powers, so that's one sister you don't have to worry about. The semi-bad news is that the Elders want you to go home and personally persuade the others to do the same."
Luna felt her throat go dry and the blood drain out of her face.
"W-what? I can't go home! I hurt them sooo bad! I can't just turn up on the doorstep and say; Hey guys! I'm back! And guess what! I need you to unbind your powers, give up your normal lives and fight with me at the Final Battle that could quite possibly kill us all! Fun, fun, fun all around!"
Her Whitelighter shot her a sympathetic look as she started to ramble.
"They must hate me so much.... and do you know what? I deserve it. They all gave so much up to raise me and I just threw it back in their faces. I'll turn up and they'll probably try and vanquish me. I can't do this....Hey; don't the Elders have lackeys we can send instead?"
The Whitelighter sighed.
"No, they don't and anyway the Charmed Ones don't hate you. The Elders have been watching them for a while now...."
"Cough, Pervets, Cough"
The young man shot the baby Halliwell a withering glance and continued his speech.
"...And all of them miss you terribly. In fact the only thing the Elders are worried about is that when you go back, Prue won't let you out of her sight ever again."
Luna sighed and fixed the angel with her bright blue eyes.
"Fine, I'll go, but you have to come with."
The Whitelighter grinned,
"Deal." He said as he grabbed her arm and began to orb out.
"WAIT!!!" Yelled Luna, "I'm still in my pyjamas!"