In an instant, the wind stopped.
They all rubbed their eyes, gasping at what they saw. Standing in front of them was a ghost.
"Blessed be," she said, taking in their shocked expressions.
"You... You're not real." Mark said. "This is.. impossible. Some kind of joke."
"Oh, it's no joke." the ghost assured him. "But don't worry, I'll cause you no harm."
"Who are you?" Carolyn demanded.
"I am Melinda Warren, your great-grandmother many times removed."
Carolyn nodded, swallowing hard. She remembered her aunts telling her stories of their ancestor, Melinda Warren, the first of their family to come to America.
"Why are you here?" Khrys asked, frightened and near tears.
"Don't be scared, little one." Melinda said gently. "I'm here to alert you to your destiny. That book has been passed down from generation to generation, from me down to your mothers, and now, to you.
"When I died, I predicted that there would be three sister witches descended from me, and that they would be the Charmed Ones, the most powerful witches in the world. They were your mothers, and they were the most powerful, in their own time. Even I couldn't have foreseen that you six wold follow, and be even greater than your mothers. You are the Enchanted Ones. In you lies the power to do great good. Use it well." With that, the ghost disappeared.
The six looked at each other. They all had a million questions, but none of them could find the words to ask.
"What do we do now?" Khrys asked fearfully.
Carolyn took a deep breath. "I think... I think the answer's in here, somewhere." she pointed to the Book of Shadows.
"This is rediculous." Greg muttered. "It's freakin' crazy."
Camille put her hand on Greg's shoulder. "Greg, we don't understand it, either. But... if Mom and the Aunts had something to do with it, then it can't be bad, can it?"
"Like Carri said before, there's only one way to find out." Mark said. He opened the book to the page about Melinda Warren, and read it aloud.
"Well, that does go with everything Aunt Piper told me about her." Carolyn said.
"You've got to be kidding me." Greg said. "You mean you actually believe this bullshit? Come on, Carri, you're supposed to be the smart one."
"Well do you have any other explanation for what we just saw?" Carolyn asked, hurt.
"Yeah," Gread returned. "I do. We're all dreaming.Or hallucinating. Or something. Whatever. This is.. I'm out of here." He turned, and left.
Carolyn swore silently. She just knew her cousin was going to do something stupid, like get drunk or high or go off somewhere. He was always getting into trouble.
"Should we go after him?" Julie asked quietly.
"No," Carolyn said, trying not to look too worried, "If he wants to screw up, let him."
"So where does that leave the rest of us?" Khrys asked.
Carolyn just shrugged. Somehow, she had the feeling that she really didn't want to know.
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A/N: Yeah, I know, this chapter was a bit corny. This is what happens when you start writing at 2 a.m. Must... get... coffee...
They all rubbed their eyes, gasping at what they saw. Standing in front of them was a ghost.
"Blessed be," she said, taking in their shocked expressions.
"You... You're not real." Mark said. "This is.. impossible. Some kind of joke."
"Oh, it's no joke." the ghost assured him. "But don't worry, I'll cause you no harm."
"Who are you?" Carolyn demanded.
"I am Melinda Warren, your great-grandmother many times removed."
Carolyn nodded, swallowing hard. She remembered her aunts telling her stories of their ancestor, Melinda Warren, the first of their family to come to America.
"Why are you here?" Khrys asked, frightened and near tears.
"Don't be scared, little one." Melinda said gently. "I'm here to alert you to your destiny. That book has been passed down from generation to generation, from me down to your mothers, and now, to you.
"When I died, I predicted that there would be three sister witches descended from me, and that they would be the Charmed Ones, the most powerful witches in the world. They were your mothers, and they were the most powerful, in their own time. Even I couldn't have foreseen that you six wold follow, and be even greater than your mothers. You are the Enchanted Ones. In you lies the power to do great good. Use it well." With that, the ghost disappeared.
The six looked at each other. They all had a million questions, but none of them could find the words to ask.
"What do we do now?" Khrys asked fearfully.
Carolyn took a deep breath. "I think... I think the answer's in here, somewhere." she pointed to the Book of Shadows.
"This is rediculous." Greg muttered. "It's freakin' crazy."
Camille put her hand on Greg's shoulder. "Greg, we don't understand it, either. But... if Mom and the Aunts had something to do with it, then it can't be bad, can it?"
"Like Carri said before, there's only one way to find out." Mark said. He opened the book to the page about Melinda Warren, and read it aloud.
"Well, that does go with everything Aunt Piper told me about her." Carolyn said.
"You've got to be kidding me." Greg said. "You mean you actually believe this bullshit? Come on, Carri, you're supposed to be the smart one."
"Well do you have any other explanation for what we just saw?" Carolyn asked, hurt.
"Yeah," Gread returned. "I do. We're all dreaming.Or hallucinating. Or something. Whatever. This is.. I'm out of here." He turned, and left.
Carolyn swore silently. She just knew her cousin was going to do something stupid, like get drunk or high or go off somewhere. He was always getting into trouble.
"Should we go after him?" Julie asked quietly.
"No," Carolyn said, trying not to look too worried, "If he wants to screw up, let him."
"So where does that leave the rest of us?" Khrys asked.
Carolyn just shrugged. Somehow, she had the feeling that she really didn't want to know.
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A/N: Yeah, I know, this chapter was a bit corny. This is what happens when you start writing at 2 a.m. Must... get... coffee...
