Christina looked back on her family. Her mother stood weeping over her body. Her father looked shocked as he stood next to her mother. Her sister and brothers all looked sad. Why were they crying? There was nothing wrong with her. Any minute she was going to wake up and see them all. She was just astral-projecting out of her body and standing in the corner.
"Mommy?" she tried to call out. Her mother looked around her sadly. She hadn't heard Christina.
"Daddy?" she tried again. Her father looked stunned.
"She gave herself up for me. I can't believe she's dead." she heard him whisper.
'I'm not dead. I didn't do anything. I deflected that bolt for my family. Any minute I'm going to wake up and everything is going to be fine. Nobody will be crying,' Christina thought. Startled, she felt herself float upwards. She went right through the ceiling of her house. She watched as everything around her got smaller and smaller.
'It can't be true, I've got so much to do with my life,' she though. She continued upwards until she went through the clouds. She got to the place where she instinctively knew the council was. She floated upwards to the room.
"We've been expecting you, Christina Turner," a guard at the door of the great entrance hall said. "Please follow me." She followed him into a great room. Five grown adult sat around a table. There was one empty seat.
"Christina Turner." They stated as she walked into the room.
"Yeah?" she said back to them. They had taken her away from her life too early. It wasn't fair.
"Christina, as you probably know, you were killed about two hours ago, but the shadow-demon of your father. Your father vanquished that demon, as a final test of his goodness. You got killed in this conflict. We have a proposal we need to give you."
"What are you talking about? Did you send that demon?" she interrupted.
"No, Christina, we didn't. That demon has been haunting your family for years, you just haven't noticed it. Now," the eldest council member looked stern, "allow us to make our proposal."
"I'm listening," she said.
"We would like you to return to the earth as Jordan and Jersey Turner's whitelighter. Normally, this isn't granted to a witch, but you are an exception. You've been holding your family together for years and the twins will need you. Your powers of telekinesis and astral-projection will be stripped away and replaced with the powers to orb and much more. You'll need to ask your Uncle Leo about most of this. He is our most prized whitelighter."
"I'll do it." Christina didn't even think. She had always wanted to go back to the earth as somebody to help others. The whitelighters always had had more appeal to her then being a witch.
"Good. We are going to put you into our whitelighter-training program. This will be about five days our time, but about ten years their time. Your job will be to keep Jordan and Jersey Turner out of trouble. Although you cannot live with them, you will be obligated to help and to advise them in rough times," the elder smiled briefly, "you'll deal with us, too."
"Thank you so much." The guard who had led her in led her out through a door in the side. She looked closely at his face. She recognized him. Her grandfather!
"Victor?" she said to him. He smiled.
"You recognize me. I've been chosen to be a guard for the elders for fathering the charmed witches. I'm sorry you had to die at sixteen, Christina, but I'm glad they have allowed you to return to guide your sister and brother through hard times. The power of two will destroy the evil once and for all. We're here," he pointed to a door, "have fun, and remember, we all love you."
Christina opened the door and prepared for the five hardest days of her life. She was about to have the witch taken out and the whitelighter put in. She shivered in excitement. It would be five days until she could see her family again!
"Mommy?" she tried to call out. Her mother looked around her sadly. She hadn't heard Christina.
"Daddy?" she tried again. Her father looked stunned.
"She gave herself up for me. I can't believe she's dead." she heard him whisper.
'I'm not dead. I didn't do anything. I deflected that bolt for my family. Any minute I'm going to wake up and everything is going to be fine. Nobody will be crying,' Christina thought. Startled, she felt herself float upwards. She went right through the ceiling of her house. She watched as everything around her got smaller and smaller.
'It can't be true, I've got so much to do with my life,' she though. She continued upwards until she went through the clouds. She got to the place where she instinctively knew the council was. She floated upwards to the room.
"We've been expecting you, Christina Turner," a guard at the door of the great entrance hall said. "Please follow me." She followed him into a great room. Five grown adult sat around a table. There was one empty seat.
"Christina Turner." They stated as she walked into the room.
"Yeah?" she said back to them. They had taken her away from her life too early. It wasn't fair.
"Christina, as you probably know, you were killed about two hours ago, but the shadow-demon of your father. Your father vanquished that demon, as a final test of his goodness. You got killed in this conflict. We have a proposal we need to give you."
"What are you talking about? Did you send that demon?" she interrupted.
"No, Christina, we didn't. That demon has been haunting your family for years, you just haven't noticed it. Now," the eldest council member looked stern, "allow us to make our proposal."
"I'm listening," she said.
"We would like you to return to the earth as Jordan and Jersey Turner's whitelighter. Normally, this isn't granted to a witch, but you are an exception. You've been holding your family together for years and the twins will need you. Your powers of telekinesis and astral-projection will be stripped away and replaced with the powers to orb and much more. You'll need to ask your Uncle Leo about most of this. He is our most prized whitelighter."
"I'll do it." Christina didn't even think. She had always wanted to go back to the earth as somebody to help others. The whitelighters always had had more appeal to her then being a witch.
"Good. We are going to put you into our whitelighter-training program. This will be about five days our time, but about ten years their time. Your job will be to keep Jordan and Jersey Turner out of trouble. Although you cannot live with them, you will be obligated to help and to advise them in rough times," the elder smiled briefly, "you'll deal with us, too."
"Thank you so much." The guard who had led her in led her out through a door in the side. She looked closely at his face. She recognized him. Her grandfather!
"Victor?" she said to him. He smiled.
"You recognize me. I've been chosen to be a guard for the elders for fathering the charmed witches. I'm sorry you had to die at sixteen, Christina, but I'm glad they have allowed you to return to guide your sister and brother through hard times. The power of two will destroy the evil once and for all. We're here," he pointed to a door, "have fun, and remember, we all love you."
Christina opened the door and prepared for the five hardest days of her life. She was about to have the witch taken out and the whitelighter put in. She shivered in excitement. It would be five days until she could see her family again!