Chapter 9
The Source sat on his throne as a beautiful, older woman sat in a smaller throne against the right wall of the chamber. Flames quietly burned behind the Source's throne reflecting off the walls as the only source of light.
A young man hesitated in the doorway, an expression of fear.
Source: Enter.
Young man: I have news, master.
Source: Yes?
Young man: Cronos has been defeated.
Source: NOOOOOOOOO!
Suddenly the flames behind him rose and crackled threateningly. The Source rose and waved his hand and all of a sudden the young man burst into flames. As he screamed, he vanished, leaving a pile of ashes. Out of nowhere it seemed, a servant came and swept them up.
Calm yourself, master.
Source: Do not speak to me about calm, Arachnine.
Arachnine: My apologies, milord. I only wish to remind you that we still have Lancelot. He will not fail us.
Source: Are you sure? The Charmed Ones have managed to defeat all of my strongest demons, a triad, as well as convert Balthazar, and have now managed to stop a God. How is this possible? The circle had to be of the same bloodline and there was not a fourth that I was aware of. Oracle!
Suddenly, a woman blinked into the room.
Oracle: Yes, master, you called?
Source: Who was the fourth?
Oracle: A cousin, master, discovered by the Charmed Ones only in the last few hours. I had not received this knowledge until the last few moments before Cronos' demise. Something or someone was blocking my sight.
Source: Who is she?
Oracle: Psyche Halliwell, master. Fathered by Patrick Halliwell and daughter of Ester.
Source: What!?! That is impossible!!
Arachnine: Is it milord? Ester fooled us both. She could have easily posed as me and tricked this Patrick Halliwell into wedlock, born his child, and then met her demise by his hand. It would explain a lot. She was after all a shape shifter.
Source: Would Lancelot have known this? And if he had, why didn't he inform us?
Oracle: You may be betrayed, master.
Source: Never!! My son would not betray us! Careful, Oracle, for you may lose your tongue.
Oracle: I only state what I have seen as a possibility, master. My vision could have been merely a warning.
Source: Leave us, Oracle.
With that, the Oracle vanished.
Arachnine: Do you think he will betray us, milord?
Source: He had better not, my dear, he had better not.
The Source sat on his throne as a beautiful, older woman sat in a smaller throne against the right wall of the chamber. Flames quietly burned behind the Source's throne reflecting off the walls as the only source of light.
A young man hesitated in the doorway, an expression of fear.
Source: Enter.
Young man: I have news, master.
Source: Yes?
Young man: Cronos has been defeated.
Source: NOOOOOOOOO!
Suddenly the flames behind him rose and crackled threateningly. The Source rose and waved his hand and all of a sudden the young man burst into flames. As he screamed, he vanished, leaving a pile of ashes. Out of nowhere it seemed, a servant came and swept them up.
Calm yourself, master.
Source: Do not speak to me about calm, Arachnine.
Arachnine: My apologies, milord. I only wish to remind you that we still have Lancelot. He will not fail us.
Source: Are you sure? The Charmed Ones have managed to defeat all of my strongest demons, a triad, as well as convert Balthazar, and have now managed to stop a God. How is this possible? The circle had to be of the same bloodline and there was not a fourth that I was aware of. Oracle!
Suddenly, a woman blinked into the room.
Oracle: Yes, master, you called?
Source: Who was the fourth?
Oracle: A cousin, master, discovered by the Charmed Ones only in the last few hours. I had not received this knowledge until the last few moments before Cronos' demise. Something or someone was blocking my sight.
Source: Who is she?
Oracle: Psyche Halliwell, master. Fathered by Patrick Halliwell and daughter of Ester.
Source: What!?! That is impossible!!
Arachnine: Is it milord? Ester fooled us both. She could have easily posed as me and tricked this Patrick Halliwell into wedlock, born his child, and then met her demise by his hand. It would explain a lot. She was after all a shape shifter.
Source: Would Lancelot have known this? And if he had, why didn't he inform us?
Oracle: You may be betrayed, master.
Source: Never!! My son would not betray us! Careful, Oracle, for you may lose your tongue.
Oracle: I only state what I have seen as a possibility, master. My vision could have been merely a warning.
Source: Leave us, Oracle.
With that, the Oracle vanished.
Arachnine: Do you think he will betray us, milord?
Source: He had better not, my dear, he had better not.