DISCLAIMER: Everything which are on "Charmed", created by Constance Burge,
are not mine. There is no such book, to my knowledge, as Wicca: A History
of Witches. I made it up. In the fourth chapter, I use the first part of
the spell to summon the Power of Three in the real show. I don't own that
either. The "shadow/ shadow creature" was based on a creature from Charmed.
The details are made up, but I can't claim it as my own. Characters,
backgrounds, and such created for this fanfic, though, are mine.
Words between asterisks (e.g. *blah*) are italicized. Still trying to learn html.
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We Witches Four: A Stranger at the Door
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After Piper and Phoebe Halliwell lost their sister, Prudence, to the Source, they thought the Power of Three was lost forever. However, they soon meet the daughter of their mother and her whitelighter, their youngest sister, Paige.
The Power of Three restored, the three witches continued their plight against evil. But after Piper Halliwell gives birth to her first child, her whitelighter husband Leo, Phoebe and Paige are killed by demons. Blaming herself for her sister's death, Piper gives up, leaving San Francisco for a new life.
Now, twenty-three years after the Power of Three was lost, Piper's children, Purity, Alexander, Drew, and Julia have no knowledge of their lineage, as their mother died a few years after she gave birth to Julia, her youngest child. Purity, 23; Xan and Drew, 17; Julia, 15.
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Julia Madison walked through their neat, suburban home, the feeling of emptiness swallowing her heart and soul. Having just come from her father's wake, she could not shake off the sense of guilt and sadness which hung over her, and even the whole house. The afternoon sun streaming through the open windows, wanting to lift her hopes, were lost in the melancholic silence which swept through the hall.
Purity, her sister, had gone through her father's papers, wanting to fix the problems they had and those her father had left for them. Xan and Drew, her twin brothers, had decided to fix their things. They were packing their bags and leaving in three days for their Aunt Lucy's – it was their father's request that when he would pass on, and they had nobody to support them, they would live with his sister.
Julia sat down on their plush couch, her legs tired from all the walking around. She had always been close to Dad, and now that he was gone, she felt hopeless.
Whet were they going to do now? She thought to herself.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, trying to conjure up the memories of her dad. The Gifted One, Dad always called her, though Julia never thought this to be true. She had fewer talents than anyone in the family, or so she believed.
Purity had always been the smart one, a violin player, and a champion speaker. Straight A's – a feat Julia would never be able to accomplish. Plus the fact that she had their mother's genes, having silky mahogany hair, and shining eyes, Pru was destined to be a school beauty, though she never flaunted it, and really didn't care how beautiful she was – she knew what really matters in life. People would notice her charm at first glance, but when they got to know her, first impressions were lost.
Even then, no-one could deny her kindness and wisdom. Then of course, she had had time to learn it all after their mom died. Dad gave financial support, Pru was left with to do everything else. Dad did do his share of the housework, but Pru would be the one to take care of them when he was gone, which could sometimes take two or three days. This challenge gave way to a responsible, motherly young girl, who blossomed into a smart, attractive young woman. In short, Pru was perfect. Her name fit her nicely.
A flaw (if it could be called a flaw) that Purity Madison had was being able to hold the longest grudges. With all her kindness, Pru could keep her anger for someone for so long, and make them feel guilty along with it. The greatest grudge she had on anyone was her father.
Julia had often wondered why Pru hated their father so much. Probably because Jeremy Madison wasn't her father at all, and no one in the family knew just who her real father was. Their mother would never tell. When she was asked, she would grow quiet and withdrawn, spacing out. Because of this, nobody ever bothered to ask again.
"Hey, J. Are you just going to help or what?" asked Drew, carrying an armload of boxes. Years before, Julia had loved his brother Drew, the more fun-loving of the twins. Drew always took any situation lightly, rarely paying attention to his responsibilities. Julia guessed that their father's social capabilities had passed on to Drew, rather than Xan, who had inherited their mother's down-to-earth character.
Drew and Xan were almost complete opposites. Drew, with his athleticism and popularity, and Xan with his silent creativity and "weirdness" – a term Julia heard often from those who knew him. Yet Julia dismissed these ideas. Sure, sometimes Xan could be strange, but she had always thought him sensitive, and thoughtful.
"Drew, please," called Pru from upstairs, her voice loud and stern.
Julia had grown to learn that Drew was and will always be immature and careless. It seemed that the only thing he was useful for was his strength and build. Aside from that, Drew was seldom around, and when he was, he never proved to be very useful around the house, except for moving furniture, and fixing whatever stuff broke down.
"Can you give me a hand?" asked Xan, carrying a box filled with the family collectibles, to Drew, who was bringing down his own suitcases.
Xan was a person to be trusted, reliable and resourceful. He did his best, did to his greatest capabilities. But he had always been different. "It's in the Halliwell line", their mother had strangely said, and had left it at that.
The smell of incense and candle wax filled the air, as Xan began to bring more of his stuff down the steps.
One afternoon, Mom found Wicca: A History of Witches when she was using the phone in Xan and Drew's room. When Mom had asked them to explain what this book was doing in their room, Xan had said that it was his. Later, Xan had made an announcement on his interest in Wicca, one of the growing religions In the U.S.
Of course, all of them were surprised, but none were really shocked with Xan's decision. The children had no strict religious upbringing, going only to church every now and then.
Dad was OK with it. Pru with her open-mindedness, respected her brother but had her arguments. Drew didn't really care. Julia didn't know what to think.
What shocked everyone was Mom, who fumed when she heard Xan. Of course, she wouldn't explain, but all she did say that she would not have any of Xan's nonsense in her house. Even then, she couldn't change Xan's mind. In time, she let it go, though sometimes she could not help but frown when Xan talked about his Wiccan interest.
Julia stood up to collect the family photos which were arranged on a shelf above the fireplace. She held up one of the pictures of them, the one which was taken when they went to a local fair. It showed all six of them, smiling with the carousel horses behind them. That was what they were then – a family.
Piper Halliwell Madison rarely talked about her family, and when she did, it sounded like her past life was full of regrets. They knew she had lived in San Francisco, with her two sisters – she had always kept a picture of the three of the sisters in front of their house. Julia and her siblings had never been there, and their mother would never take them. Even the address was unknown to them. Julia began to put the pictures into a brown carton, wiping the tears from her eyes and the memories from her mind. She had learned from a young age that crying did not do anything, did not fulfill any purpose.
"Xan! Drew! Julia! Come in here!" called Pru excitedly from the den.
"What? What is it?" asked Julia, running from the living room. Pru was not easily excited, and when she was, something was definitely up.
"Look at this," said Pru, pointing to a piece of paper, among the several others which were stacked up on the desk.
"Look at what?" Drew said.
"Read."
"It's Mom's will," Julia had already begun to read.
Just before their Dad died, had told them to look for their mother's will, which he said had specific instructions for them. Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be found and they had settled with going to their aunt instead. Pru had yet to find a stable job, and the house just couldn't take care of itself.
"What does it say?" Xan had taken to let Pru explain it all.
"Well the most important thing it says is that we don't have to move to Aunt Lucy's."
"It has the address where Mom used to live. Mom wants us to live there. But how does she expect us to – "
"Julia was cut off by the sound of their doorbell.
"I'll get it," she said, expecting to see one of their relatives who was late for the gathering. Julia walked down the hall, the sound of the doorbell insistent in her ear.
She opened the door to a dark-haired 30-something woman.
"Hi. Purity Madison? I don't think you know me. I'm Paige Halliwell. I'm your mother's younger sister."
Words between asterisks (e.g. *blah*) are italicized. Still trying to learn html.
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We Witches Four: A Stranger at the Door
*** *** ***
After Piper and Phoebe Halliwell lost their sister, Prudence, to the Source, they thought the Power of Three was lost forever. However, they soon meet the daughter of their mother and her whitelighter, their youngest sister, Paige.
The Power of Three restored, the three witches continued their plight against evil. But after Piper Halliwell gives birth to her first child, her whitelighter husband Leo, Phoebe and Paige are killed by demons. Blaming herself for her sister's death, Piper gives up, leaving San Francisco for a new life.
Now, twenty-three years after the Power of Three was lost, Piper's children, Purity, Alexander, Drew, and Julia have no knowledge of their lineage, as their mother died a few years after she gave birth to Julia, her youngest child. Purity, 23; Xan and Drew, 17; Julia, 15.
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Julia Madison walked through their neat, suburban home, the feeling of emptiness swallowing her heart and soul. Having just come from her father's wake, she could not shake off the sense of guilt and sadness which hung over her, and even the whole house. The afternoon sun streaming through the open windows, wanting to lift her hopes, were lost in the melancholic silence which swept through the hall.
Purity, her sister, had gone through her father's papers, wanting to fix the problems they had and those her father had left for them. Xan and Drew, her twin brothers, had decided to fix their things. They were packing their bags and leaving in three days for their Aunt Lucy's – it was their father's request that when he would pass on, and they had nobody to support them, they would live with his sister.
Julia sat down on their plush couch, her legs tired from all the walking around. She had always been close to Dad, and now that he was gone, she felt hopeless.
Whet were they going to do now? She thought to herself.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, trying to conjure up the memories of her dad. The Gifted One, Dad always called her, though Julia never thought this to be true. She had fewer talents than anyone in the family, or so she believed.
Purity had always been the smart one, a violin player, and a champion speaker. Straight A's – a feat Julia would never be able to accomplish. Plus the fact that she had their mother's genes, having silky mahogany hair, and shining eyes, Pru was destined to be a school beauty, though she never flaunted it, and really didn't care how beautiful she was – she knew what really matters in life. People would notice her charm at first glance, but when they got to know her, first impressions were lost.
Even then, no-one could deny her kindness and wisdom. Then of course, she had had time to learn it all after their mom died. Dad gave financial support, Pru was left with to do everything else. Dad did do his share of the housework, but Pru would be the one to take care of them when he was gone, which could sometimes take two or three days. This challenge gave way to a responsible, motherly young girl, who blossomed into a smart, attractive young woman. In short, Pru was perfect. Her name fit her nicely.
A flaw (if it could be called a flaw) that Purity Madison had was being able to hold the longest grudges. With all her kindness, Pru could keep her anger for someone for so long, and make them feel guilty along with it. The greatest grudge she had on anyone was her father.
Julia had often wondered why Pru hated their father so much. Probably because Jeremy Madison wasn't her father at all, and no one in the family knew just who her real father was. Their mother would never tell. When she was asked, she would grow quiet and withdrawn, spacing out. Because of this, nobody ever bothered to ask again.
"Hey, J. Are you just going to help or what?" asked Drew, carrying an armload of boxes. Years before, Julia had loved his brother Drew, the more fun-loving of the twins. Drew always took any situation lightly, rarely paying attention to his responsibilities. Julia guessed that their father's social capabilities had passed on to Drew, rather than Xan, who had inherited their mother's down-to-earth character.
Drew and Xan were almost complete opposites. Drew, with his athleticism and popularity, and Xan with his silent creativity and "weirdness" – a term Julia heard often from those who knew him. Yet Julia dismissed these ideas. Sure, sometimes Xan could be strange, but she had always thought him sensitive, and thoughtful.
"Drew, please," called Pru from upstairs, her voice loud and stern.
Julia had grown to learn that Drew was and will always be immature and careless. It seemed that the only thing he was useful for was his strength and build. Aside from that, Drew was seldom around, and when he was, he never proved to be very useful around the house, except for moving furniture, and fixing whatever stuff broke down.
"Can you give me a hand?" asked Xan, carrying a box filled with the family collectibles, to Drew, who was bringing down his own suitcases.
Xan was a person to be trusted, reliable and resourceful. He did his best, did to his greatest capabilities. But he had always been different. "It's in the Halliwell line", their mother had strangely said, and had left it at that.
The smell of incense and candle wax filled the air, as Xan began to bring more of his stuff down the steps.
One afternoon, Mom found Wicca: A History of Witches when she was using the phone in Xan and Drew's room. When Mom had asked them to explain what this book was doing in their room, Xan had said that it was his. Later, Xan had made an announcement on his interest in Wicca, one of the growing religions In the U.S.
Of course, all of them were surprised, but none were really shocked with Xan's decision. The children had no strict religious upbringing, going only to church every now and then.
Dad was OK with it. Pru with her open-mindedness, respected her brother but had her arguments. Drew didn't really care. Julia didn't know what to think.
What shocked everyone was Mom, who fumed when she heard Xan. Of course, she wouldn't explain, but all she did say that she would not have any of Xan's nonsense in her house. Even then, she couldn't change Xan's mind. In time, she let it go, though sometimes she could not help but frown when Xan talked about his Wiccan interest.
Julia stood up to collect the family photos which were arranged on a shelf above the fireplace. She held up one of the pictures of them, the one which was taken when they went to a local fair. It showed all six of them, smiling with the carousel horses behind them. That was what they were then – a family.
Piper Halliwell Madison rarely talked about her family, and when she did, it sounded like her past life was full of regrets. They knew she had lived in San Francisco, with her two sisters – she had always kept a picture of the three of the sisters in front of their house. Julia and her siblings had never been there, and their mother would never take them. Even the address was unknown to them. Julia began to put the pictures into a brown carton, wiping the tears from her eyes and the memories from her mind. She had learned from a young age that crying did not do anything, did not fulfill any purpose.
"Xan! Drew! Julia! Come in here!" called Pru excitedly from the den.
"What? What is it?" asked Julia, running from the living room. Pru was not easily excited, and when she was, something was definitely up.
"Look at this," said Pru, pointing to a piece of paper, among the several others which were stacked up on the desk.
"Look at what?" Drew said.
"Read."
"It's Mom's will," Julia had already begun to read.
Just before their Dad died, had told them to look for their mother's will, which he said had specific instructions for them. Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be found and they had settled with going to their aunt instead. Pru had yet to find a stable job, and the house just couldn't take care of itself.
"What does it say?" Xan had taken to let Pru explain it all.
"Well the most important thing it says is that we don't have to move to Aunt Lucy's."
"It has the address where Mom used to live. Mom wants us to live there. But how does she expect us to – "
"Julia was cut off by the sound of their doorbell.
"I'll get it," she said, expecting to see one of their relatives who was late for the gathering. Julia walked down the hall, the sound of the doorbell insistent in her ear.
She opened the door to a dark-haired 30-something woman.
"Hi. Purity Madison? I don't think you know me. I'm Paige Halliwell. I'm your mother's younger sister."