A/N: I am so sorry! Due to circumstances that were totally out of my control, I couldn't update. I give you three chapters right now and more will be coming very, very soon! Sorry!
Prue yawned then opened her eyes. She didn't want to get up, but she was too wide awake to stay in bed. She sighed then swung her feet over the edge of the bed. She got up, grabbed some clothes from her wardrobe, then changed and shimmered out.
She felt funny. Today was not going to be a good day it seemed.
* * Lierre's chamber * *
Lierre groaned and opened his eyes. Someone was kicking him. His blurry morning vision cleared and he saw exactly who was kicking him.
"What?" He growled and sat up.
"I didn't have anything else to do." Prue said, then pointed to the chess board. "Want to finish?"
Lierre grabbed a sweatshirt (it was black, of course) that was on the floor next to him, put in on, then stood up. Prue was already sitting in front of the board, contemplating her move.
Lierre sat down, yawned, and moved a piece.
"Isn't this the time when you usually grab a muffin, then go down to The Square and terrorize the demons?"
"Yeah." Prue said then moved a knight.
"So, why aren't you there?" Lierre asked.
"I don't know." Prue said and looked at Lierre. "I had the oddest feeling. I felt like I had to come here. It was so strange."
"I imagine." Lierre mumbled then moved a piece. Then he felt odd. "I'm glad you're here."
"This is very odd." Prue said and leaned over the board.
"I - uh - agree." Lierre said and he too leaned over the board. They sat, staring into each other's eyes...
* * The Seer's chamber * *
The Seer blew out a final candle, then shimmered to The Source's chamber.
"It is done." She reported.
"The feelings have been planted." The Seer said. "Their feelings will now grow into the most tragic love since Romeo and Juliet."
"But let us hope," The Source said. "It does not end in death."
"I've seen into the near future." The Seer said. "I do not believe it will end in death. In fact, if luck is on our side, it might end in a Dark wedding."
The Source chuckled.
"It is quite ironic," The Source said. "That they so often play chess."
"Why?" The Seer asked.
"They are but pawns in my massive attack against the white pieces."
The Seer knew he meant the Charmed Ones and the Elders.
* * The Square * *
Prue and Lierre walked along the rows of demons and warlocks. Prue was trying to explain why she loved it here.
"Lierre!"
Lierre turned when he heard his name and couldn't believe it. An old friend of his was chained up. He immediately walked over.
"Serepen, what are you doing here?" Lierre asked.
Serepen looked up at Lierre with a beaten expression.
"I got into a bit of trouble with a witch." He said. "How was I to know she was Charmed? I jeopardized a huge mission I'm told, and here I am."
"I've got to get you out of here." Lierre said and reached for a shackle.
"Don't."
Lierre turned his head and saw Prue standing behind him. His arm immediately dropped to his side.
"He'll do whatever the hell he wants!" Serepen snapped. He was eager to be free.
"No, he won't." Prue said and stood beside Lierre.
"And why not?" Serepen asked. He had no idea who she was, and that could end up being the death of him.
"You're there for a reason." Prue said, then turned to Lierre. "What would The Source say?"
She touched his arm, pushed by some unseen force. Serepen's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
"Don't listen to that girlfriend of yours! Free me!"
"She's not my - ah." Lierre put a hand to his forehead. There was a flash of pain; it disappeared quickly and Lierre seemed distracted. "I can't free you. I'm... The Source, he... I... I can't."
Lierre then walked off, a little shaky. Prue watched him go, for some reason genuinely concerned.
"You!" Serepen snarled at Prue.
A dagger formed in Prue's hand and she put it next to Serepen's throat.
"How would you like this to slice right through yo - ow!" Prue had experienced a blinding pain of her own. She dropped the knife then walked away.
A badly bruised warlock with the name 'Prue' carved into his chest turned to Serepen and said, "Don't make her angry."
* * Lierre's chamber * *
Lierre stumbled into his chamber. He had the signs of a fever, but he knew that he couldn't possibly have such a human sickness. He waved his hand and the torches that lined the walls lit up and filled the room with light.
It was then he saw Prue huddled in his straw bed.
"What're you doing here?" He asked.
"I don't know." Prue said quietly.
* * The Seer's chamber * *
The Seer blew out a candle and frowned. The future was not going to turn out well. The odd fever-like sickness that had infected Lierre was going to kill him and Prue would go insane without him and would attempt to kill The Source.
The two were on a difficult balance. It had been altered unnaturally and there would surely be some sort of catastrophe unless it was returned to its normal state.
The Seer didn't know what to do. If she told The Source... she would be dead and the horrible future would unfold.
However, if she kept the information from The Source and healed Lierre...
Thinking she could somehow save the future and herself, she shimmered to Lierre's chamber.
Prue yawned then opened her eyes. She didn't want to get up, but she was too wide awake to stay in bed. She sighed then swung her feet over the edge of the bed. She got up, grabbed some clothes from her wardrobe, then changed and shimmered out.
She felt funny. Today was not going to be a good day it seemed.
* * Lierre's chamber * *
Lierre groaned and opened his eyes. Someone was kicking him. His blurry morning vision cleared and he saw exactly who was kicking him.
"What?" He growled and sat up.
"I didn't have anything else to do." Prue said, then pointed to the chess board. "Want to finish?"
Lierre grabbed a sweatshirt (it was black, of course) that was on the floor next to him, put in on, then stood up. Prue was already sitting in front of the board, contemplating her move.
Lierre sat down, yawned, and moved a piece.
"Isn't this the time when you usually grab a muffin, then go down to The Square and terrorize the demons?"
"Yeah." Prue said then moved a knight.
"So, why aren't you there?" Lierre asked.
"I don't know." Prue said and looked at Lierre. "I had the oddest feeling. I felt like I had to come here. It was so strange."
"I imagine." Lierre mumbled then moved a piece. Then he felt odd. "I'm glad you're here."
"This is very odd." Prue said and leaned over the board.
"I - uh - agree." Lierre said and he too leaned over the board. They sat, staring into each other's eyes...
* * The Seer's chamber * *
The Seer blew out a final candle, then shimmered to The Source's chamber.
"It is done." She reported.
"The feelings have been planted." The Seer said. "Their feelings will now grow into the most tragic love since Romeo and Juliet."
"But let us hope," The Source said. "It does not end in death."
"I've seen into the near future." The Seer said. "I do not believe it will end in death. In fact, if luck is on our side, it might end in a Dark wedding."
The Source chuckled.
"It is quite ironic," The Source said. "That they so often play chess."
"Why?" The Seer asked.
"They are but pawns in my massive attack against the white pieces."
The Seer knew he meant the Charmed Ones and the Elders.
* * The Square * *
Prue and Lierre walked along the rows of demons and warlocks. Prue was trying to explain why she loved it here.
"Lierre!"
Lierre turned when he heard his name and couldn't believe it. An old friend of his was chained up. He immediately walked over.
"Serepen, what are you doing here?" Lierre asked.
Serepen looked up at Lierre with a beaten expression.
"I got into a bit of trouble with a witch." He said. "How was I to know she was Charmed? I jeopardized a huge mission I'm told, and here I am."
"I've got to get you out of here." Lierre said and reached for a shackle.
"Don't."
Lierre turned his head and saw Prue standing behind him. His arm immediately dropped to his side.
"He'll do whatever the hell he wants!" Serepen snapped. He was eager to be free.
"No, he won't." Prue said and stood beside Lierre.
"And why not?" Serepen asked. He had no idea who she was, and that could end up being the death of him.
"You're there for a reason." Prue said, then turned to Lierre. "What would The Source say?"
She touched his arm, pushed by some unseen force. Serepen's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
"Don't listen to that girlfriend of yours! Free me!"
"She's not my - ah." Lierre put a hand to his forehead. There was a flash of pain; it disappeared quickly and Lierre seemed distracted. "I can't free you. I'm... The Source, he... I... I can't."
Lierre then walked off, a little shaky. Prue watched him go, for some reason genuinely concerned.
"You!" Serepen snarled at Prue.
A dagger formed in Prue's hand and she put it next to Serepen's throat.
"How would you like this to slice right through yo - ow!" Prue had experienced a blinding pain of her own. She dropped the knife then walked away.
A badly bruised warlock with the name 'Prue' carved into his chest turned to Serepen and said, "Don't make her angry."
* * Lierre's chamber * *
Lierre stumbled into his chamber. He had the signs of a fever, but he knew that he couldn't possibly have such a human sickness. He waved his hand and the torches that lined the walls lit up and filled the room with light.
It was then he saw Prue huddled in his straw bed.
"What're you doing here?" He asked.
"I don't know." Prue said quietly.
* * The Seer's chamber * *
The Seer blew out a candle and frowned. The future was not going to turn out well. The odd fever-like sickness that had infected Lierre was going to kill him and Prue would go insane without him and would attempt to kill The Source.
The two were on a difficult balance. It had been altered unnaturally and there would surely be some sort of catastrophe unless it was returned to its normal state.
The Seer didn't know what to do. If she told The Source... she would be dead and the horrible future would unfold.
However, if she kept the information from The Source and healed Lierre...
Thinking she could somehow save the future and herself, she shimmered to Lierre's chamber.