Name: A New Beginning (4/5)
Title: Destiny Unfolding
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer in Part 1 the gist: I own nada but the characters you don't know.
Dedication: To all those who support me; I love you always.
A New Beginning: Destiny Unfolding
"This…this is insane!"
"Patrick, calm down," Pike said gently moving toward the book next to his cousin Prue.
"What? You can't believe any of this?"
"Why not?" Prue replied angrily, "They wouldn't lie to us, they're our mothers…"
"Who clearly went insane!"
"Hey," Pike shouted defensively, "don't you dare speak that way, they were our mothers. I know you're afraid…"
"I am not."
"Patrick I've known you for years, I know when you're afraid, but it's ok. I am too, but you can't just dismiss it."
Patrick sighed as he spun around, "Pike do you know how crazy this is?"
"I…"
"Look at us, we're about ready to believe a cockamamie story just because our mothers believed it!" Pike sighed, "I think it warrants at least a shot."
"Yeah Patrick, I mean come on, what's the worse that can happen?"
He stared at them, "It could be true." He cast his eyes down, "And I for one am not ready for it—nor do I want it." He stared at them, "So cast your little spell, whatever, but count me out."
Pike sighed, and turned to Prue, "I'm sorry, but…"
He slowly walked away, Sorry mom.
Prue sighed, "Worthless boys." She touched the Book of Shadows lightly, and the book opened, spiraling through the pages opening up to the activation spell. She traced the spell with her finger, and sighed, "Here these words of witches. The secrets we hid in the night, the oldest of the gods are invoked here. The great work of magic is sought in the night and in the hour. I call upon the ancient power bring our powers to we sisters three. We want the power; give us the power." She stared at the spell, Must be the original. She stared at the word I.
That means only one person has to say the spell to activate all three. She leafed through the book and stared at the spell for the three to say together. Well I'm a witch, couldn't I just change the one word. Witches can cast a spell. We are the Charmed Ones, aren't we? She sighed, "It's worth a shot."
Prue turned back to the page and reread the spell, as she thought, Please god let this work. "Here these words of witches. The secrets we hid in the night, the oldest of the gods are invoked here. The great work of magic is sought in the night and in the hour. I call upon the ancient power bring our powers to we cousins three. We want the power; give us the power." The storm began outside and crackled with lightning and thunder and the power went out again. Mysteriously the candles in the attic enflamed as the boys rushed upstairs, "Are you ok?" She looked around; she didn't feel any different. She cleared her throat, "Yes. Are…you guys feeling ok?"
They nodded, "Yeah, why?" She sighed, "Never mind. Let's just…go downstairs and find the fuse box." They nodded, letting her leave first, and Patrick followed. Pike's brow furrowed as he looked back, "When did the candles turn on?" He blew out one, and the entire group's flames extinguished. "Weird…"
* * * * *
"No!" The Source slammed his fist into the wall of his cave from his place down below. He growled, "I destroyed them!"
"What's wrong master," the lower demon asked.
"The Charmed Ones." He glared, "The Charmed Ones—their energy, I can feel it! Impossible!" He moved away, and out of his chamber calling out, "Oracle!"
The Oracle popped into his view and he grumbled, "How can the Charmed Ones still be if I destroyed them! I've won!"
The Oracle slid her hand around her crystal ball and said, "It seems… It seems that the Powers above have seen it fit that the Charmed Ones children be their replacements." She sighed, "It seems that the old thorns in your side thought of their loss and took action—a final vengeance on you I suppose…"
"And why was I not told of this."
"The human mind is unpredictable, it can go anyway—especially when dealing with magical forces, you know this. One is sometimes not sure of the outcome until the final moment."
She grinned, "However they are not unified."
"So you say…"
"It seems they're novices. They know not their full power, and it seems, that their first mission could be their last." He grinned, "Tell me."
"One of the warlocks has been spying on them, plotting against them."
"Oh?" He grinned, "Which?"
"Hagatha, the Burned One."
He smiled as he turned toward the guard, "Call her here. Now." He turned to the Oracle, "You had better be right. If you are, it means the end of the Charmed Ones forever. And with my help, that warlock will be unstoppable."
* * * * *
Prue yawned as she stretched out, slipping out of her bed. That was so stupid, I just wanted to do something great, something I know mom would've been proud of me for doing.
She moved toward her closet and got ready, moving downstairs for breakfast. Once there she watched as Patrick scarfed down pancakes, and Pike stared in amazement causing Prue to giggle slightly. Pike gave her a nod, signaling to her a, "Hey, good morning."
Prue sat down, and before her came a plate of pancakes on her own, and she gave Pike a polite thank you. One fork full of pancake was enough for her to know he'd inherited his mother's amazing cooking gene. Prue silently said, after finishing her beloved pancakes, "Are we ever going to speak about last night?"
Patrick stopped in the middle of his stuff fest, "I don't know what you're talking about." He placed the fork down, giving her a slight glare, telling her to never speak of it again. He threw his napkin down, and stood up, "I have to go, going to see if I can find a gym anywhere near here. Thanks for the food Pike, it was great." With that, he was gone. Prue sulked, "I…"
Pike rubbed her back, "Its ok. He's just…he's still taking it all in."
"Do you believe it Pike?"
Pike cast his eyes down.
She touched his forearm, "We're destined for something big, and I believe in our mothers. I refuse to believe they were, or are, insane." Pike nodded lightly. Prue shook her head, "I said the spell." Pike's eyes widened as she went on, "I found one that only needed one of us to say it. I changed it a bit, and cast it." Pike stunned, replied, "What? How could you?"
"Pike, would you ever go against your mother's wishes! Do you! Come on, you have nothing to worry about, nothing's happened!" Pike sighed, "I saw them." He looked away and moved into the kitchen.
"What?"
"I was little, I thought it had been a dream or something, but…"
"You knew, and you never even… and you just stood there and let him rant?"
"Prue what was I going to do? He would just think I was insane too. He needs to figure it out on his own, he needs to accept it and come to terms with it."
"Do you think what I did…"
"…was incredibly stupid. You shouldn't have done it, if we didn't say the spell its cause we had our reasons."
Prue frowned as she curled up in a ball on the couch, but quickly he said, "But hey, at least we get a superpower if it's true."
Pike gave her a small smile, and he cleared his throat, "Well, I'm off to meet Shelly."
"Shelly?"
He chuckled, "Relax, she's a friend." Prue grinned, "Sure she is." He shook his head, "I got to go; will you be ok by yourself?" She nodded, "No problem what so ever."
He smiled as he headed out, and waved goodbye.
* * * * *
Patrick grumbled under his breath as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "Magic powers my ass." He glared at an offending trashcan, and he sighed as he waited by the bus stop. He sat down in the bench, and looked around San Francisco, it was so bright here.
She was not a witch. She was not crazy.
It was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous—him, a witch, with magical powers—how absolutely absurd.
How could he, Patrick Halliwell, ever be important enough to save the world? He barely remember to feed his goldfish…speaking of which, where had he left it?
Suddenly he felt a chill come upon him as he a flash of white light filled his eyes, and suddenly everything was gray.
He looked around—everything that had once held any sort of pigment was now on gray scale and he knew this wasn't good; he could feel it in his bones. He looked to the side and watched as a woman turned around, wave hello to a friend as her baby's carriage began sliding down the walkway and into the street without her knowing it. His eyes furrowed, What the? Suddenly a car slammed into the carriage, and with that another blast of light flashed before him, and suddenly he felt the yellow sun's rays—and everything was back to normal.
Patrick did the only thing he could do—hyperventilate.
However, as he continued his heaving, he caught sight of something, he looked to the side and watched as the woman from…whatever the hell it was he had a moment ago…turn her back and the baby's carriage began sliding, and from far away he could see the car coming. No way.
He shot up, "Hey lady," he shouted, "your baby!"
The woman spun around quickly, he watched as horror and dread filled her face; she ran like a torrent of wind, trying to catch the carriage—grabbing it just in time as the car flew by.
The woman held her baby tightly as she pulled the carriage back and looked out to thank the person who'd warned her, but he was gone.
* * * * *
Prue sighed; being home was boring.
She grumbled as she stood up, running up into her room. She looked around—it was definitely bigger than her old one. She moved toward the window, and opened it, staring out into the yard. It was such a beautiful day.
She looked back in, Crap I left my bag in the attic. She headed out the door when she stepped on something hard, "Ouch!" She picked up her foot in pain, and found a necklace. She slowly lifted it up off the ground, "No!" She growled; it was her mother's favorite necklace, and it was definitely broken. "Damn it!" Suddenly a lamp crashed into the wall.
She shot up straight and look around, "What the hell was that!"
She grumbled as she stared at the necklace in her hands, and turned around to stare out the windows. Soon the door and the windows slammed shut, and she slowly backed away into her bed.
* * * * *
Pike ran up to the restaurant and nodded his head at the waiter, "Yes, I'm with a friend, she should've been waiting for me?"
The waiter nodded and quickly said, "Are you Pike, sir?"
Pike smiled, "Yeah."
The waiter's face nodded and he held a sorrowful expression, "I'm sorry sir, but the lady left, this note is for you."
Pike sighed, "Right." He took the note, and walked out the door, "Dear Pike, sorry I couldn't stay, something came up, and well…you know how it goes. I'm really sorry, we'll talk later, I hope you're feeling better about stuff." Pike shook his head as he stuffed the letter in his pocket. From behind him, someone called his name.
Pike turned swiftly as he waved, "Hey Aggie!" Aggie smiled, brushed a strand of blond hair away from her eyes and said, "What are you doing here?"
He sighed, "I was going to meet a friend. But she had to bail."
"Oh. I'm sorry about your mom, I couldn't make it to the funeral." She hugged the boy, who gave her a quick squeeze, "Its ok, thanks though."
"You want to go, maybe shop around?" He nodded, "Sure."
* * * * *
Patrick stormed into the manor, and growled, "Where are you guys!"
Patrick eyed the living room, and saw no one; there was no noise in the kitchen, so headed for the upstairs bedrooms. He barged through the door of his room, finding Pike long gone. He moved toward Prue's room when he heard a shuffle in the attic. He shook his head and ran for the attic door finding it open. "Prue!" He scowled as he watched her skimming through the book of magic. "What the hell did you do to me?"
"I…" She shook her head, "I did a spell."
"And it gave me freaky-deaky premonition powers! I thought we had to say it together."
Prue shifted uncomfortably, "I…found this spell, the original one. It only needed one person. So since we were already Wicca in the blood, I just…sort of change a word or two, and then bam, powers."
"Where's Pike?"
"He went out to meet some girl."
Patrick gave him a grin, then quickly wiped that off, "Did he know?"
Prue gave him an unsteady look, "Not…until after. You left."
Patrick shook his head, "Prue how could you?"
"Patrick, our mothers, did this, they chose us, and its part of who we are—our heritage. That's got to mean something to you!"
"Aside from, goddamn it?"
"Patrick, this is real now. You felt your power, I felt mine, and that means Pike'll start to soon. But that also means there's going to be meeting a warlock."
"Warlock?"
She nodded, "After I went a little mind happy with the telekinesis, I ran up here and started reading. See the carvings, witches sleeping, then evil starts up." He nodded, "Then the next one is the witches are fighting their first foe—a warlock."
"Isn't that what we are, me and Pike that is."
She shook her head, "Warlocks are witches gone bad, at least from what I can tell. Witches can be guy or girl; it just depends on what they use their power for in battle. This warlock will stop at nothing to get our powers." Patrick nodded slowly, "So…"
"Wait. The carvings were made for the first Charmed Ones. We're not exactly the first. The demons have been running rampant for a while, something tells me the Source Mom was fighting can sense us, and if he does, that means he's going to be helping out our first foe."
"Why?"
"He's had our mothers for what like 25 years, us knowing that he killed them will make us stronger, more determined—something he knows he probably won't be able to stop. Plus, we still haven't a clue about how our powers work, or who our whitelighter is, and what the dos and don'ts are."
"Whitelighter?"
Prue sighed, "We need to find Pike first."
"All we can do right now is wait. One thing I'm pretty sure about is we have to be together when we fight these things—we're the Power of Three. Two of us alone I don't think can handle it."
* * * * *
Dusk fell upon the city of San Francisco, Pike held the bags from Newman Marquis, and Prada, and all the little fashion stores for his friend Aggie. "I really should be getting home, my cousin's are probably worried by now."
"Oh alright, but do you mind if we make one more stop?"
He nodded and grinned, "Fine, one more stop. Then I really need to get home."
She took a turn to the left, and quietly said, "Ok see that building there!" He looked toward where she pointed and quietly asked, "The condemned one?"
She grinned, "Yes."
"Yeah?"
"Come on."
"In there?"
"Duh, come on it'll be fun, plus I have this really cool thing I need to show you. You'll never be the same again after this." Pike gave her an uneasy glance as she held him tight and whispered, "Don't you trust me?" He sighed, "Ok, I'll go." She grinned, "Great."
The Source materialized behind the two as they headed toward the abandoned and condemned building and smiled, "Lohesh." With a quick flaming show, the winged demon appeared quickly settling into a human form. Lohesh grinned, "Yes my lord."
The Source turned to him and said, "Go, follow them. Make sure Hagatha gets rid of this one, and make sure she destroys the Charmed Ones." The humanoid demon nodded slowly, and in fiery flames disappeared.
* * * * *
Patrick sighed, "He's not back yet."
Prue moved toward him, "He'll be ok. He'll be home soon."
Patrick nodded slowly, "I guess you're right." Suddenly, as he touched the doorway, a flash passed over him of the house aflame and a three winged demon, and he was brought back to reality, "Oh shit."
Prue gave him a troubled gaze and he said, "Book of Shadows. I think we have our first demon."
* * * * *
"Ok Aggie, now what?" Aggie smiled, "I know it's around here somewhere." She moved toward a nearby pole, placing her bags there, "Go on, leave the bags here—they're mine anyway," she chuckled.
"You're not afraid of someone stealing them."
She smiled innocently, "I can take care of them."
Pike's eyes widened in a questioning manner and sighed, "If you say so." The two walked into the middle of the condemned building, with a wide open space, but the building was beautiful inside, "Oh my gosh, why would they condemn this place?"
"It was abandoned really, too many murders." Aggie trailed from behind, "The owners lost business, and they stopped caring for it. Rats were rampant," she held out her hand, and in a blazing flash a knife appeared within it, and her appearance of golden locks, fair skin, morphed to her true form of red thick grizzly hair, black suit, and she was horribly burned. And as she spoke, her voice changed from rich, and silky, to harsh, rough and raspy, "But now its time for you to die."
Pike spun around, "What?" Once he saw Aggie's true form he backed away, "Who…who're you?"
"The name is Hagatha, and I am the Harbinger of Death to the Charmed Ones." Pike hit a wall and started panicking, "Oh God, oh God."
She held a fiery bolt in one hand, and a knife in the other, "My job is to kill you, and take your powers, this should be fun."
Pike shook his head as he held his hands up, "Hold on." Suddenly the record stopped and he watched as the fiery bolt stopped its unholy glowing blaze, and she stayed in one place frozen in time. He waved his hand in front of her face lightly, and thanked God for his power. He moved out of her range and headed out toward the door, "I need to get…"
A blast came from the side of the building and he flew into the wall, "Oh man." He closed his eyes in pain, when he looked up, a man stalked toward him with a sly expression on his face, "You must be the Charmed One I'm here to kill."
"Aren't I just popular," Pike muttered under his breath.
The man's eyes were a foamy black, and fire surrounded him as he walked, but quickly Lohesh changed and he flew into the air above him—scary as hell.
Pike stood up, leaning against the wall as the demon Lohesh fired out a stream of flame from his mouth—like a dragon. Pike's heart beat faster as the wave came toward him, and he couldn't do anything but cross his arms in front of his face. Suddenly he felt a tingle all around him, as the fire just about hit him—inches away from impact—he opened his eyes and saw himself surrounded by blue lights, soon he was everywhere, nowhere, but everywhere, and he was back in his place, the fire gone and expelled, leaving a very surprised, and very angry demon above him, "Clever."
"Let's get him already," he heard from nearby.
Pike turned quickly to see Hagatha unfrozen, and very ticked off. He closed his eyes as he whispered, "I want go home." At the same time, Hagatha and Lohesh fired at him, but soon he disappeared in those offending blue lights.
* * * * *
"I think I've found it!"
Patrick looked up at Prue as he dug through whatever witchy condiments he could find. "Yes?"
"Three winged?"
"Yup."
"Dragon like…fire…"
"Yup."
"Is this your guy?"
She picked up the book and held it up for him to see the picture, "Yup," he said looking back down. "Ok, the vanquishing spell is easy, I think we have all the ingredients."
Patrick nodded, "Now, can you cook?"
Prue blinked, "I…thought you could." He grunted, "Damn it, well I guess we'll figure it out tog…"
Suddenly they saw a swirl of blue and white lights before them, and Pike appeared before them, blackened spots from the fire and sweat all over.
"Pike," Prue exclaimed as she moved toward him. He heaved as he backed away, "How did…"
Prue held him tight, "Thank God you're alright, we were so worried."
Patrick nodded, "And thank God you're here, cause we need someone to cook up a potion." Pike's brows furrowed and he turned to them, "Six words. What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On."
"Short version, welcome to club Charmed Ones, membership of 3 only please." Pike continued his slight heaving, "I did that too," Patrick replied quietly. Pike turned to see the Book of Shadows and a jolt passed through him, "That's the guy who attacked me!"
"Attacked?" He nodded, "And Aggie, she's, she's out to kill us. Her real name is Hagatha…"
"I think I saw something on her," Prue exclaimed rushing to the book as Patrick called Pike over toward the pots. She thumbed through the book as she showed the group Hagatha's picture. Pike nodded emphatically I.D.ing her. "So we have a demon, and a warlock after us," Patrick said shaking his head. He turned to them, "Our life is never going to be the same. She didn't lie about that, Pike said to himself.
Once the potion was ready, and they held the two bottles—the pink for Hagatha, and black for Lohesh, Pike ran upstairs to change and shower. Patrick stared at Prue, "Look at this mess." She nodded, "Poor Gramps. Do you think he'll be able to handle us?"
He shrugged, "I don't think he'll give up on us." She waited a beat, "How long you give him?"
Patrick shook his head, "What you don't have any faith in him?" He paused, "About two months." She grinned, and the two laughed. As Patrick held the vanquishing potions in his hand, another flash of a premonition hit him, "Oh great, they're on their way here."
"Pike!"
Suddenly Hagatha blinked into the room and smiled, "Hello." Prue's eyes widened as she swayed her hand, slamming Hagatha into the wall. Prue turned to Patrick, "Powers. Stronger. Good."
The two ran upstairs, causing Pike to go back up and follow them into the attack, but just as quick, Lohesh in human form showed up. "Now for the souls." Pike gave them a look as they opened the book, they threw the potion at him as Prue signaled him to say the spell with them, "Demon of the horrific beyond, release the souls you have suppressed, with this spell we thee vanquish back to the sinister beyond." With a flash, and blood-curdling scream, they watched as he dissipated. "That was a spell?"
They sighed, "I don't know, we just…kind of made it up." Patrick held out the sheet of paper they had been reading from within the book. Pike shook his head, "We need to find Hagatha, it's been too quiet.
Patrick followed Pike out the door, and Prue was the last out, but behind her appeared Hagatha, fire ball raised above her head. Pike reentered the attic and saw Hagatha, "Prue look out!"
Prue spun around, and quickly she was gone in a baby blue beam, and Hagatha slammed her ball of fire into the ground and it dispelled. Prue orbed back into place and slammed Hagatha into the wall.
"You orbed."
"That's new…"
Patrick followed back inside, "Oh crap, she's up again." She growled throwing her fireballs left and right, "Die, all of you die!" Pike concentrated and held his hands up toward her, freezing her in place.
Prue slammed her into the wall, and Patrick threw the potion at her, dousing her with it. However, she unfroze, and slammed a fireball at the stand, knocking it out of reach—even for Prue.
"Oh fuck, what do we do." The three backed out and ran down stairs under the chandelier as Prue held both Patrick and Pike's hands when abruptly Hagatha blinked in front of them by the door, "There's no escape," she hissed.
All of a sudden, the chandelier glowed a bright blue light and the three looked at each other, slowly they backed away and quietly Patrick whispered to his two cousins, "The letter, the power of 3 will set us free…"
Quickly he let go of them, "Pike freeze her one more time, and then Prue you throw her out of the way, on my signal though." They nodded. Hagatha held a great ball within her two hands above her head until Patrick slammed his foot into her midsection, and backhanded her. He rolled out of the way, as Pike froze her, and Prue threw her against the stairway. Patrick stood next them and started the chant, "The power of three will set us free…"
With that said, Hagatha stood up and froze in her place, a fiery cell surrounded her, "Don't think you've one Charmed Ones, I am one in a vast army, don't think that you will win!! Death shall come to the Charmed Ones!" Suddenly she burst into bits, and disappeared vanquished, and the newly initiated Charmed Ones stood together stopping their chant.
