NOTE: This is the future, so Paige and the other sister's powers have
grown. Don't be surprised if they talk about new powers. P.S. Byron is
Melinda's boyfriend.
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" Hello?" Paige asked as she orbed in to the manor. " Anybody home?"
" I'm in the kitchen," Melinda called. Paige walked in. Melinda was sitting at the counter doing her homework.
" Mom's at the restaurant, in case you're curious," the young witch said, not looking up.
" Actually, I wanted to ask YOU a question," Paige told her. Melinda glanced up.
" Philomela goes to your school, right?"
" Uh, yeah. Why?"
Paige began to fidget. " Could you tell me anything about her?"
Melinda felt bad for her aunt. It must suck to not know anything about your own freaking kid. " Well…I've seen her in Chorus. I think she plays electric bass in Band. Hmm… She might be Drama Club."
"So," Paige mused, "Philomela likes the stage, huh?"
" Did you do any activities Aunt Paige?"
Her aunt's face twisted. " No. I was too busy getting drunk."
" Oh," Melinda answered uncomfortably before returning to her homework.
The doorbell rang. " I'll get it," Melinda announced. She orbed from her seat to the front door. " Hello?"
Philomela stood on the doorstep. " Uh, hey."
" Hey," Melinda greeted her.
" Melinda, right?" Philomela wondered.
" Yeah."
" Is my mom here?"
" Philomela?" Paige walked to the door quickly. Her daughter was here! She wasn't scared of her! Woo-hoo!
" Hey Miss Matthews," Philomela said with a smile.
Miss Matthews, Paige thought bitterly. Hey, it's a start. " You can call me Paige. What can I do for you?"
" I just wanted to ask some questions. About magic," Philomela added.
" Cool. Come in," Paige invited her. Philomela walked inside and looked around, as if she expected a demon to shimmer in any moment.
" So you guys kill demons?"
" And warlocks," Melinda added. Philomela looked confused. " Witches gone bad," she explained.
Philomela nodded. " And you have powers? Like you know, twitch your nose and someone blows up?"
" Actually, my mom and I move our hands. Then someone blows up." Melinda smiled sheepishly but it faded when Philomela gave her a weird look.
" What are your powers, Paige?" asked Philomela.
" I have telekinesis and astral projection, I can read minds and orb- I can teleport myself with my mind." Philomela looked impressed. Paige smiled and suddenly thought of a way she could bond with her daughter.
" You have powers, too, Philomela," Paige told her.
" I do?"
" I bound them when you were a baby, but now that you're older…do you want them?"
Philomela shrugged. " I guess," she answered.
Paige hurried to the kitchen, Melinda and Philomela following. " Mom wouldn't like this," Melinda said.
" So?" Paige asked.
Melinda didn't say anything, but looked very frustrated. " This is a bad idea. I'm going to Byron's," she told her aunt as she orbed Paige ignored her and went to the freezer. Crammed in the back was a very, very old potion bottle she'd been saving- just in case this day would arrive.
" Here," Paige offered as Philomela sat down at the kitchen table. Philomela inspected the bottle before she took out the cork. Cautiously she drank the potion. She shuddered when she was done.
"How do you feel?" Paige inquired.
" Besides the fishy taste in my mouth, normal," Philomela replied.
" Try to do something. I bet you have telekinesis, like me," Paige said. Yeah, she thought, just like me. " Call for an object."
Philomela looked at the vase of plants on the table. " Vase," she called. Instead of orbing into her hand, the object shimmered and disappeared. A moment later it entered Philomela's hand.
" Wow!" Philomela said. She took a breath, trying not to get too excited.
Paige bit her lip. She hadn't thought about it before, but Philomela had a lot of demon in her. She was more demon than witch, in fact.
The oldest witch was knocked out of her thoughts when Philomela shimmered away. "Philomela!" Paige called.
" Right behind you," Philomela laughed. She was leaning on the counter. " This is so cool." Paige nodded and smiled. Finally, they were doing some mother-daughter bonding.
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Deep within the Underworld, a demon meditated in her chambers. She was dark- haired and dark-skinned, dressed in crimson robes. Her eyes were pure white. She was the Seer, a woman who had supposedly died a few months ago when fighting Melinda Wyatt and Peter Turner. However, she lived.
She was in the middle of a premonition. Fifteen years ago she predicted that an Incubus would become the Source, a Charmed One his Queen and their baby the heir to the Source's Throne. However, the Charmed Ones vanquished the Incubus, destroying everything. All this happened long before the man formerly known as Belthazor became the Source.
The child had lived. No child had ever been born half-demon, ¼ witch and ¼ Whitelighter. The most powerful child ever born. She could still become the Source.
She was also new to the Craft. Easily swayed by forces of evil. And by powerful superiors, like the Seer. The Seer could easily control the girl.
The Seer smiled as the vision ended. Everything was going to work out nicely.
*********
" Hello?" Paige asked as she orbed in to the manor. " Anybody home?"
" I'm in the kitchen," Melinda called. Paige walked in. Melinda was sitting at the counter doing her homework.
" Mom's at the restaurant, in case you're curious," the young witch said, not looking up.
" Actually, I wanted to ask YOU a question," Paige told her. Melinda glanced up.
" Philomela goes to your school, right?"
" Uh, yeah. Why?"
Paige began to fidget. " Could you tell me anything about her?"
Melinda felt bad for her aunt. It must suck to not know anything about your own freaking kid. " Well…I've seen her in Chorus. I think she plays electric bass in Band. Hmm… She might be Drama Club."
"So," Paige mused, "Philomela likes the stage, huh?"
" Did you do any activities Aunt Paige?"
Her aunt's face twisted. " No. I was too busy getting drunk."
" Oh," Melinda answered uncomfortably before returning to her homework.
The doorbell rang. " I'll get it," Melinda announced. She orbed from her seat to the front door. " Hello?"
Philomela stood on the doorstep. " Uh, hey."
" Hey," Melinda greeted her.
" Melinda, right?" Philomela wondered.
" Yeah."
" Is my mom here?"
" Philomela?" Paige walked to the door quickly. Her daughter was here! She wasn't scared of her! Woo-hoo!
" Hey Miss Matthews," Philomela said with a smile.
Miss Matthews, Paige thought bitterly. Hey, it's a start. " You can call me Paige. What can I do for you?"
" I just wanted to ask some questions. About magic," Philomela added.
" Cool. Come in," Paige invited her. Philomela walked inside and looked around, as if she expected a demon to shimmer in any moment.
" So you guys kill demons?"
" And warlocks," Melinda added. Philomela looked confused. " Witches gone bad," she explained.
Philomela nodded. " And you have powers? Like you know, twitch your nose and someone blows up?"
" Actually, my mom and I move our hands. Then someone blows up." Melinda smiled sheepishly but it faded when Philomela gave her a weird look.
" What are your powers, Paige?" asked Philomela.
" I have telekinesis and astral projection, I can read minds and orb- I can teleport myself with my mind." Philomela looked impressed. Paige smiled and suddenly thought of a way she could bond with her daughter.
" You have powers, too, Philomela," Paige told her.
" I do?"
" I bound them when you were a baby, but now that you're older…do you want them?"
Philomela shrugged. " I guess," she answered.
Paige hurried to the kitchen, Melinda and Philomela following. " Mom wouldn't like this," Melinda said.
" So?" Paige asked.
Melinda didn't say anything, but looked very frustrated. " This is a bad idea. I'm going to Byron's," she told her aunt as she orbed Paige ignored her and went to the freezer. Crammed in the back was a very, very old potion bottle she'd been saving- just in case this day would arrive.
" Here," Paige offered as Philomela sat down at the kitchen table. Philomela inspected the bottle before she took out the cork. Cautiously she drank the potion. She shuddered when she was done.
"How do you feel?" Paige inquired.
" Besides the fishy taste in my mouth, normal," Philomela replied.
" Try to do something. I bet you have telekinesis, like me," Paige said. Yeah, she thought, just like me. " Call for an object."
Philomela looked at the vase of plants on the table. " Vase," she called. Instead of orbing into her hand, the object shimmered and disappeared. A moment later it entered Philomela's hand.
" Wow!" Philomela said. She took a breath, trying not to get too excited.
Paige bit her lip. She hadn't thought about it before, but Philomela had a lot of demon in her. She was more demon than witch, in fact.
The oldest witch was knocked out of her thoughts when Philomela shimmered away. "Philomela!" Paige called.
" Right behind you," Philomela laughed. She was leaning on the counter. " This is so cool." Paige nodded and smiled. Finally, they were doing some mother-daughter bonding.
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Deep within the Underworld, a demon meditated in her chambers. She was dark- haired and dark-skinned, dressed in crimson robes. Her eyes were pure white. She was the Seer, a woman who had supposedly died a few months ago when fighting Melinda Wyatt and Peter Turner. However, she lived.
She was in the middle of a premonition. Fifteen years ago she predicted that an Incubus would become the Source, a Charmed One his Queen and their baby the heir to the Source's Throne. However, the Charmed Ones vanquished the Incubus, destroying everything. All this happened long before the man formerly known as Belthazor became the Source.
The child had lived. No child had ever been born half-demon, ¼ witch and ¼ Whitelighter. The most powerful child ever born. She could still become the Source.
She was also new to the Craft. Easily swayed by forces of evil. And by powerful superiors, like the Seer. The Seer could easily control the girl.
The Seer smiled as the vision ended. Everything was going to work out nicely.
