Hello:)

1. I do not own W.I.T.C.H comics or cartoon.

2. This story is AU, a mash between comic, cartoon, and my own creation.

3. Everyone looks like in their comic appearance, in my imagination.

4. The story will have a rating of T, later it can go to M.

5. Everyone in this story is much older than in the original universe. Girls will be around 17-18 years old.

6. Sorry for the mistakes, if you have any questions pm me or write in comments.

Happy reading! :) Comments are appreciated, thanks :)

PROLOGUE

Drip… drop… drip…drop… water dribbled and echoed in the large underground cavern.

Something bothered him… an annoying sound of cold liquid dropping on his arm. He did not want to wake up… it was so peaceful in his mind…never-ending white fog and pleasant warmth…

'Leave me alone…'

Energy burned inside… warm…too warm… hot…painful…

'Please…stop! It hurts!'

The male gasped with difficulty as the cursed Seal on him broke shattering into a thousand shards, and he awakened…

The magic thrummed in his blood electrifying, consuming, overwhelming… He screamed in agony when it ignited his frail body scorching everything in its path, painfully caressing his muddled mind and unused muscles, healing all damage it could find. Gradually it retreated to the dormant state eagerly waiting to be used again, like a long-forgotten friend finally reunited with its master.

When he was finally aware of the surroundings, silence greeted him. Yet the male was not alone someone was beside him, gasping for breath and silently sobbing… a woman miserably crying…

He opened his eyes to the familiar green light blinding him. Blinking he looked around, he was lying on the white marble altar in a cavern, surrounded by the sea of roses. Above him a green crystal floated, coloring the cavern in warm light. It blinked in a cheery greeting and he smiled because it was a dear friend.

Male sat and marveled at his splendid body. Young and lean, powerful muscles working effortlessly. The Seal worked, keeping him in a static shape, freezing time. He chuckled as the only thing that changed was a curtain of long pale hair dropping on the sacred ground all around him. Even his white silk tunic was the same one he fell asleep in.

'Guardian?' the person was startled from his thoughts, forgetting he was not alone. There was a woman kneeling on the ground beside the grand altar, looking at him in amazed wonder.

'Guardian, I sincerely apologize for awakening you, but I had no choice!' she lowered her head in guilt looking at the ground. The woman was gorgeous, her long auburn hair was braided and had a red sheen in it. Her head was adorned with a delicate crown with a big purple gem in the middle of it. She wore a green dress embroidered with golden flowers on the ample skirts which puffed around her on the ground. Her face was flawless and noble, but the deep sky-blue eyes were overflowing with tears.

'I'm ashamed, Guardian… This place, the Temple and the Heart it's exposed and I require your help…' she cried in sincere sorrow looking at him pleadingly.

'Tell me, dear child, how long I was asleep?' he sighed, 'and who are you?'

'Oh… where are my manners?' the woman stood up and did a graceful curtsy 'I am Queen Weira the Light of Meridian, currently 14th generation Queen in Metamoor. The only royal faithfully keeping your Seal in place… I don't know how long you have been sealed here… but it was a long time ago, my mother before me and grandmother was also a keeper of this Temple…' she answered 'I failed this sacred task! Now because of me everything is in danger…' woman sniffed, and the lonely tear traveled her pale cheek. The male slowly reached down and gently brushed the tear away. So much profound sorrow was in her eyes. He flicked his hand and the ground parted, roots shoot up from the mud, wrapping, twisting, rolling around, and forming a perfectly natural bench.

'Sit and talk. I want to know everything.' he ordered, sitting more comfortably upon the marble altar.

'I don't know where to start…' Weira said squeezing her trembling hands in the skirts 'I guess it started because of my carelessness. You see Metamoor is a peaceful kingdom. The last war had been a hundred years ago, so I had no reason to be on guard. All the Queens are acting as Light of Meridian defending the planet, because you granted powers to the royal family a long time ago, relinquishing your duties. Guardians and the Heart of Meridian became a legend, a fairy tale we read to our children before bed. And I read it too, to my son. A brilliant boy of the age of six… my sole child…' she sniffed trying to hold back the tears from falling.

'He liked the tale so much, but I knew some Legends contains certain truths in it. In my foolishness, I told my son about you sleeping under the castle and I guess it stuck with him… Children possess so much imagination…' another tear traveled down the cheek and Weira's voice wavered 'one day he got too curious and followed me into the Temple… you see he is of royal blood, even if he could not inherit the throne. The Temple's security not worked on him since he came with me, that was a mistake on my part… you have no idea how happy my boy was…he liked playing here' Weira cracked a small smile '…and brush your hair…' she chuckled 'with my magic I made him swear to never tell anyone about this place, for it is sacred and has to be kept a secret… and yet he was tricked and deceived…my boy… my beautiful son…' the Queen wept 'my magic warned me about the danger in the morning, but I don't know to whom he revealed this secret because I was too late…'

Weira knelt on the ground as if praying and her enormous magical power filled the cavern, beside her knees in bluish light materialized a small figure. It was a child. A boy with long pale hair and an ashen face, clothed in a purple tunic with white pants. The Queen gently cradled the child into the loose embrace and wailed '…he's gone… poisoned… I have all this magic on my fingers, and I could not save him… he died in my arms an hour ago… and the Temple's secret is out… somebody desires power and your abilities… the Heart of Meridian… this planet Heart… therefore, I came here and poured my power and blood into the Seal hoping it would revive you… please help me… because I don't know what else to do…' Weira's pleading eyes pierced into him as she gently rocked the lifeless body in her arms.

'I cannot resurrect the dead.' the male said truthfully and the woman crumpled wailing on the ground. 'The only thing I can do is keep The Heart of Meridian safe because I am this planet Guardian… the first one to born and the last one to die' he took a few steps and knelt beside the woman. 'Do not weep, my child, because your boy is safe, joined with the others inside our planet's Heart… We are its power and it is ours. The never-ending cycle of death and rebirth' he gently took the child from the Queen's arms and laid him on the ground. With one thought green crystal flew into his palm surrounding them with radiant light 'if you want I can give him proper burial here in this place' he smiled 'and I will give this Heart to you… With Queen of Meridian as its keeper, it should be secure. Only your death would release it.'

Vivid green light surrounded the Queen as the sacred crystal was softly pushed into her body. It felt warm and light, like a thick blanket on a frosty day and Weira gasped as it settled in her heart, gently pulsing like a second heartbeat.

'What about you?' she respectfully asked looking into the magnificent creature she woke up.

'Me?' he tilted his head 'I would like to see what my world has become…'

Weira felt a pang in her chest. She was the one who awakened him, there was a responsibility for the mistakes done. Looking miserably at her deceased son's body Weira wanted to cry and wail and mourn, but the improper idea formed in her mind.

'Take my child…' she bitterly murmured 'become the first prince of the Meridian and my son. This way we could find out who murdered him… I will take care of you like I have done all these years until now… maybe it will redeem me of my sins…' she said humbly bowing her head.

'Very well…' male agreed after brief consideration 'just so you know my memories will meld with your child. I will be your son, yet I will remain myself. The old soul in a young body, a mixture of two beings. His appearance while similar to mine will change. I will look like him, but a few of my features will appear on his body. Like longer hair or my tattoo on the neck, the Guardian sign, The Heart of Meridian sign. I think you could tell everybody who asks, you put it on for the protection of the prince.'

'It's also the Crest of the royal family nobody would be surprised if it manifests on your body…' Weira silently whispered.

The Guardian placed his palm on the child's heart and started to pour his essence, power, and magic into it. Molding and carefully shaping it to fit the small container. As he breathed in and exhaled, his mind slipped and the body slowly dissolved into the concentrated ball of light. Pulsing brightly it immersed into the child, the boy glowed from inside after received the new soul. He grew in height, and a childlike face got more prominent cheekbones while the baby fat disappeared. His hair got lighter, almost white, and long enough to reach the ground. The most visible change was a red tattoo on the neck. The symbol of two triangles with a circle in the middle. The child opened his eyes. It felt odd and quite disorientating to be this small. Memories poured inside his mind, carefree days and loving parents… the last moments of unbearable pain and fear… peace.

'What's my name?' a childish voice asked as he examined his mother's beautiful blue eyes.

'Phobos… your name is Phobos.' she tenderly smiled and clasped his hand…