DISCLAIMER: I don't own Charmed or any associated works. It belongs strictly to the WB networks and its creator Constance M. Burge and its owner Aaron Spelling.
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This story starts off right after the episode Centennial Charmed
Here goes my thank you speech as per chapter. Well it's not really a speech is it? Let's call it thank you list. I like that better. This is going to be quick. I got a short list this time. I would like to thank my Beta Readers Nightcrawler and NotAlwaysADemon. Thank you guys.
Dreaming – Maybe you were watching a different episode and not Oh, My Goddess. Phoebe and Paige's powers went to their heads. That was one of the points of the whole episode.
Bubbly*pop – I know! How could I know that E.T. was short for extraterrestrial. My family still hasn't let me forget it either. Ah yes. Its good to meet another person who is not a Phoebe/Cole shipper. Kiss your feet? You wish! : P
Lillie – Thanks. Lil. Happy reading.
Oldbeldam – Happy you like the chapter. There will be more Cole and Liam to come.
Born to Fire – Glad you like the line. ; ) I thought it was rather witty myself.
Goldstranger – Celeste and Cole are driving everyone nuts! That's the point. : D Liam power will be explained. He won't be like this uber powerful kid.
Barb – You say numb nuts too! I've been saying that since I was a kid. That's really cool. I don't even remember where I got it.
I want to give a special shout out to NotAlwaysADemon. Thank you so much for 'fleshing' out this chapter. You did a great job. For those who liked this chapter. Thank this lovely woman who went back and put some kick into it and brung it to life. Grovel out her feet mortals! Just playing. : D Seriously, give thanks to her for her hard work.
Daddies Little Witch
Chapter Fourteen: Mystery within a Mystery (A Love Story)
By: Mage
A ray of sunlight streamed through the thin curtains of the room. It went through the air and landed on a sleeping Liam's closed eyelids. Liam grumbled in his sleep and swatted at the annoying light. Of course his hand only passed harmlessly through the light. Finally, the light became too much and Liam awoke with a loud groan of irritation. He sat up, glaring darkly at the sun.
"One day we will go one on one Mr. Sun," he promised.
Seeing as he was already awake he hoped out of bed. Yawning as he walked he made his way to the kitchen. Liam looked in the cupboards in the kitchen not finding any cereal. His father hadn't had a chance to go shopping yet so his customary breakfast of cereal was a no go. Suddenly an idea came to him. He remembered seeing something from a TV commercial the other day that looked promising. He grabbed the yellow pages off the counter and went to the living room. He flipped open the book and quickly found the number he was looking for. Picking up the phone he dialed the number.
After ringing a few times, a pleasant voice answered. "Hi, my name is Jake. Thanks for calling Mike's. How may I help you?"
"I would like to place an order," replied Liam.
The man paused for a minute. "Kid how old are you? Do your parents know your using the phone?"
Liam placed his hand on the receiver and swore. He forgot to disguise his voice. Nobody would take an order from a kid. He quickly whispered a spell.
"By the powers of the stars above me,
I say this spell to change my voice
Temporarily."
He cringed at how bad the spell sounded. But he could already feel his throat tingling. That was the telltale sign that the spell he whispered worked. He cleared his throat and spoke into the phone.
"Hello," he said, surprising himself with how deep his voice was.
"Yes," said the man on the phone somewhat irritably.
Liam forced a laugh. "That was just my son playing on the phone. I would like to place an order of two breakfast meals. That's eggs, bacon, and hash browns correct?"
"Yes sir. Can I get your address?"
"Bring it to Prescott Building. Penthouse number 513. And that will be all."
"Your total comes to twenty-one dollars and eight six cents. It will be delivered in less than thirty minutes."
"Thank you. Again I'm sorry about my son. When you get to know him. You'll see he's really funny, super intelligent, athletic, and very cute," Liam rambled.
"Er- I'm sure he is. I have to go now. Bye."
Liam frowned at the phone. "Hello. Hello." He stuck out his lower lip in a pout. "That was mean."
With nothing but time to kill he decided he might as well practice his powers. He hadn't practiced his control in such a long time. He sat Indian style on the floor with his eyes closed. He brought his hands out with his palms facing up. The sizzling and crackling sound of electrical discharge filled the air. Light blue and white electric surges sprung up in Liam's palms. They glowed brightly dancing from palm to palm. Slowly, he brought his hands together, as if he was rubbing an invisible crystal ball. Liam got lost in the feeling of his power. It was almost if the electricity in his hands was one with him. If he listened hard enough he could almost hear his power singing. He was his power. And his power was him.
The ringing of the doorbell startled him. His eyes snapped open and his concentration quickly became lost. He tried to control the crackling ball of super hyperactive electrons. But it was too late. He lost all control of the ball and the power back lashed into him. He let out a yelp of pain as his was thrown backwards onto the floor. He sat up hearing the knocking on the door growing louder. He was lucky he was somewhat immune to electricity or he would have been seriously hurt. Grumbling to himself he walked to front door and opened it.
The deliveryman eyes flicked to Liam's pajamas to his hair that stood on end because of the electrical discharge.
"I have a delivery," he said.
Liam nodded and held up his hand. "Hold on. I'll go and get your money." He raced back to the living room picking up his father's wallet off the table. He jogged back to the door. Liam dug out the exact amount and handed it to the man. The deliveryman counted the man. Satisfied he handed Liam the bags he carried.
"Here you go kid."
Liam took the bags and looked at the man with a raised eyebrow. He was still standing there expectantly.
"Is there something you wanted?" asked Liam, wondering why the guy was still here. The guy nodded holding out his hand. "You forgot my tip kid."
Liam frowned not understanding why he wanted a tip. "Don't wear white after Labor Day." The older man sputtered, but didn't get a chance to say anything. Liam was still talking.
"How about - Don't drink and drive."
The man looked at Liam with an incredulous look.
Liam just smiled cheekily. "I got a good one. Don't ever get into a fight with Shannen Doherty because she will kick your ass." He winked at the flustered man before he slammed the door in his face. Liam walked to the kitchen a frown on his face. He didn't understand why the guy wanted a tip. He hoped he helped him out.
Liam sat the food on the table and placed them on empty plates. "Guess I should go wake Daddy," he said to himself.
Cole was in the middle of a very disturbing dream. He was tossing in his bed and sweat dripped down his brow.
A man with pure white long hair was standing before Cole with calm smile on his face. He looked no threat in his clean white suit but his eyes were inky black. The man kept his black gaze trained on Cole. He smirked and suddenly a light flashed beside him. Liam appeared standing beside the man.
"Liam get away from him!" Cole shouted.
The man just gave him a smile and turned to Liam. Cole ran forward to get his son, but the further he ran the further they seemed to be away from him.
Liam looked at Cole with a fearful look. "Daddy," he whimpered.
The man grabbed Liam by the throat and effortlessly picked him up into the air. Cole ran harder but the distance between grew with each step he took.
The man looked at Cole with a neutral look. "Don't stand in the way of Utopia," he said quietly. He reached back with his hand and thrusted it into Liam's chest. Liam didn't even scream as the sound of his ribcage being ripped open filled the air. His mouth opened in a silent scream his eyes glazed over in pain. His head tuned in Cole's direction a thin stream of blood dripping from his mouth.
"Love you," he said softly, closing his eyes and breathing his last breathe.
The man wrenched his hand from Liam's chest with a sickening slurp. In his hands something glittered brightly. Cole didn't see what it was. His anger was too much. He screamed in rage thrusting his hands forward and letting
his powers loose.
The beams of ice splattered off the man's chest harmlessly. The man or being whatever he was, smiled at Cole and whispered, "Soon." He thrust his arm forward and ray of darkness shot forward straight at Cole.
Cole snapped his eyes open feeling a huge weight suddenly land on his chest. He sat up in his bed his blue eyes meeting a twinkling pair of darker blue eyes.
"Good morning Daddy!" Liam said cheerfully.
Cole groaned burying his head into his pillow. "You have way too much energy for this time of the morning."
"I love you too. Come on, I have breakfast ready," said Liam, pulling on his father's arm.
Cole shot up. "You have breakfast? Did you cook? Are you hurt? Did you burn yourself? How did you turn on the stove? Are you sure you are not hurt?" He checked all over Liam as if he had just come home from battle.
Liam giggled, "Daddy stop. Just come and see."
He dragged his father out of the bed and to the dining room table. Cole gasped and his jaw dropped at the amount of food on the plates. "Whoa! Where did this come from?"
Liam puffed up his chest proudly. "I ordered it."
Cole raised his eyebrow questionably. "How did you pay for it?"
The blonde boy ducked his head suddenly finding the ground very interesting. "Iusedmoneyfromyourwallet," he said quickly.
Even though his words were run together, Cole understood what he said perfectly. Frankly, he didn't know what he should do. He was torn between praising Liam for thinking of this and grounding him for taking money from his wallet. In the end his stomach won out.
He smiled down at Liam. "I think this probably has to be one of the best ideas you've ever had!"
Liam looked up quickly. "Thanks, I guess," he said slowly. He didn't know if that was a compliment or an insult. He chose to take it as the first. They sat down at the table and enjoyed their meal. Cole was practically in heaven. This was some of the best food he had ever eaten. It almost took his mind off the dream he had. Almost. The dream was so frightening. He shuddered remembering the lifeless eyes of Liam in his dream.
Stop it Turner, he scolded himself silently. It was just a dream. Just a stupid dream and nothing more.
He watched Liam happily eat away at his eggs. He chatted on endlessly about one thing or another. By the Powers, he hoped it was just a dream.
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Cole sat in his office later that day. After he dropped Liam off at school he went straight to work. He told his secretary to tell anyone who wanted to see him that he was in a meeting. In his hands he held copies of Liam's birth certificate and other birth information. He was going to get to the bottom of Liam's mysterious new gift. Seeing the unseen or whatever Sky said it was called. Cole was almost sure that it had something to do with his family line. It was just a feeling he had. No one received 'the sight' by chance. There was a reason.
Cole had done some research on Amy Boyd. All of her information checked out. With his connections he was able to find out that Liam's mother had come from a long line of witches. Amy Boyd's line dated back to before America handed out stars for her states. This was a sign to Cole that Liam inherited his new power from her bloodline. Then again Cole wasn't so sure. There was Liam's father. The name for the father was Shane Galvin Emerson. That was the only information that Cole had on Liam's mysterious father.
Cole had checked the name out. So far he come up with no birth certificates, social security number, nothing. He might as well not exist. The only match he found with an Internet search was not even close. The search showed a Shane Galvin Emerson that had died during the American Civil War. That was absurd, but it was the only match Cole had found. After all Shane Galvin Emerson was a pretty unique name. This didn't make sense. How was he Liam's father if he had died in 1864?
A stray memory hit him. He remembered the conversation he had with Liam when he first found him.
Cole sucked in a breath at hearing about Liam's mother. "Where is your father?"
"Mommy said, he is with the Angels in Heaven." At this point, Cole placed his hand on Liam's right shoulder in comfort.
Cole almost spit out the hazelnut coffee he was drinking. It couldn't be! There was a rule that forbids that sort of thing. Piper and her mother went around it, though. Why couldn't Liam's mother?
He knew where to get some answers. Cole stood up and faded from the room. He appeared in a hallowed hall. Everything in the hall was white and the ceiling reflected the daytime sky.
"Someone really went crazy with a can of white paint," he muttered. White was never really his color. He much preferred black.
The people in white robes who had been traveling down this sterile white hall stopped and looked at him with genuine surprise. A few of them not knowing who or what Cole was settled into a fighting stance, not willing to let down there guard until they knew who this Man in Black was. Somewhat sarcastically, Cole held his hands up and said to these supposedly passive people, "Oh please. I'm not here to fight." He rolled his eyes as if to reinforce the fact, "It's not like you could stop me, if you tried, anyway."
It was as Cole let out a sigh that a dozen golden robed individuals appeared. One young man in a golden robe, well the color of honey anyhow, questioned the black clad visitor "Cole Turner what has brought you here? How did you even get here without the power to orb?"
A now fully ticked off Cole replied, "How did I get here? My powers come directly from the Powers that Be. You do the math. As to why I'm here, I have questions, questions that need to be answered." The man in the golden robe, now identified as an Elder waved an arm to the Whitelighters in the hall, signaling them to stand down. The other Elders left seeing that he had control of the situation.
Cole looked at the retreating Elders. "Where is Leo Wyatt? He's an Elder right?"
The young Elder became very quiet and in a tempered voice said "Leo's presence is unknown. We do not know where he is at the moment."
Cole nodded thinking, Leo probably went home to see Piper or something. "What's your name? It's only fair, seeing as how you know mine and I don't know yours."
"I am Roland. Now what are these questions that you have?" he asked politely.
"Shane Galvin Emerson. He was a Whitelighter, wasn't he," Cole stated without preamble.
Roland looked surprise at the name. He sighed, exhaling softly. "Yes, he was a Whitelighter."
"Was?" asked Cole.
Roland nodded. "He was lost to us about five years ago. Why are you asking about him?"
"He is the biological father of my son."
Roland was surprised at Cole knowing Shane's name for this was information he thought guarded or at least not widely known. Now, well now, he was downright shocked at this information. "We weren't aware that Shane had a child. I assume this son belongs to Amy Boyd the witch he was assigned to."
"Yes," Cole stated flatly.
Roland looked troubled. It was probably because another Whitelighter had broken the 'No Fraternizing with witches rule'. Cole cleared his throat, with a small chuckle in his mind. "So what can you tell me about Shane?"
The Elder started walking. Cole assumed he should follow him. As they were ambling down yet another white corridor, Roland started his story. "Shane was one of our best Whitelighters. He was also one of our few angelic warriors, an Archangel. The Powers themselves asked Shane to become Amy's Whitelighter. To this day we are still not sure why they asked this. There was nothing we knew that made her special. She was ordinary witch, or so we thought. One day Darklighters ambushed them. Shane protected Amy with all he had. He was able to save her and kill the Darklighters. However, in the process of protecting the witch, he ended his existence. We tried to offer Amy another Whitelighter, but alas she refused."
No wonder there weren't any Whitelighters were there to heal her, Cole realized. This was the answer to why there was no Whitelighter to heal her when she was dying.
"Thank you for telling me what I needed to know," said Cole. He then flashed a smile at Roland and faded back to his office.
Cole sank into his plush office chair contemplating what he had just learned. Liam's father was an Archangel this meant he had powers that ordinary Whitelighters didn't. This had to be where Liam's new gift had come from, the Archangel part of Shane. Seeing the unseen seemed like something an Archangel should be able to do. The sound of his intercom buzzing interrupted his musing. He somewhat distractedly pressed the button.
"Nancy, I told you I didn't want to be disturbed." He and his secretary were friends so she was usually good at sensing his needs as well as, moods.
"I know Mr. Turner, but a Celeste Star is here to see you," she replied. Cole could almost see the smile on her face. He had told her all about Celeste at their usual lunch breaks. He knew without a doubt that Nancy was getting a kick out of this, a very big kick.
"Alright Nan, send her in."
He straightened his suit, suddenly feeling very nervous for someone with 100 years plus of life experience. Cole brushed lint off his black wool suit, even imaginary lint. His nerves were getting the best of him. Celeste entered the room with a large smile on her face. She took a seat in the front of his desk.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
As he asked he could feel her become somewhat hesitant. Finally she sighed, seeming to come to a decision. "I came here to apologize." Cole was a little shocked at this and raised his eyebrows in surprise. She rolled her eyes playfully.
"I know I've been mean to you for no reason sometimes." She took a deep calming breath. "I just want to explain. Please let me tell you a little about my life, so you will understand."
Cole nodded quietly, not saying a word. He could see that whatever she was struggling with was really difficult for her. Celeste kept her gaze trained to the view outside the window. "Six years ago, I was a model. At my first photo shoot I met a boy named Jeremiah, he was real nice to me and we started to date. It was during the course of our relationship I found out he and his friends made a bet to see how long it would take for him to sleep with me. Needless to say, we broke up. The dirtbag!! He came to me several nights after this and told me he had fallen in love with me. He was truly sorry he said — the lying scum — about the bet. Jeremiah said he didn't know me when he made the bet. It was over time that he had fallen in love with me."
"Did you take him back?" Cole asked, intrigued by the story.
She nodded ever so slightly, laughing bitterly. "Yeah, I took him back. Jackass, Jackass, Jackass. I thought it was romantic, just like in the movies, you know the ones with Hugh Grant and people like that. At this point Cole thought, okay maybe 100 plus years doesn't learn you that much, who the hell is Hugh Grant? Not wanting to interrupt her purge, he smiled and made that go on gesture with his hand.
"Anyhow, it was about a year later when I walked in on the little slut screwing one of my girlfriends or at least someone I thought was a friend. I caught them in his bed and the little bastard actually winked at me when he saw me standing there!"
"Celeste," he said softly, getting up. She held up her hand stopping him. He sat back down reaching over to take her hand in his. "I'm not done yet," she whispered.
He thought, that idiot will be, when I get my hands on him. Her voice was breaking and so he realized was her heart. Cole was amazed that she wasn't crying. Her eyes were wet but as of yet, not a single tear had fallen.
"It took me a long time to get over his betrayal. I mean a long time." She tapped his desk to emphasis her point. "I really thought I loved him. Eventually, though my heart healed and I moved on. At one point I became friends with a male model named Cash, really good friends. When we met we just clicked, you know?"
Cole nodded. Knowing what she was talking about. He felt that with Phoebe. And low and behold she had betrayed him. Oh not by sleeping with someone, no by not trusting his love and word.
"One night we attended a party together, after the party we went back to his apartment. We ended up sleeping together." A smile came to her face. "I felt fireworks that night. It was magical. I thought he was the one. The next morning after we woke up, he acted like nothing had happened. So not knowing what else to do, I pretended this as well. We stopped speaking to each other at work. He acted like he didn't know me. Eventually this stalemate wore me down and one day I confronted him about it. And you know what the little weasel said?"
Cole knowing full well not to verbally respond to this, said nothing, just nodded his head. He knew she would tell him anyway. She drew her lips into a thin tight line. "It was just fun. What was it supposed to be? Were you expecting some kind of commitment, hon? He actually called me hon."
"What did you do?" he asked, squeezing her hand in silent support.
"I broke his nose and three of his fingers," she said simply. She smiled at Cole's impressed expression. "That was when I quit modeling. It was just too much. I took up painting to let out all my feelings and emotions. I've been doing it ever since."
"It was after that I just closed off my heart to love. I have been out of a few dates, but have never let it go past that. When you came," she trailed, shaking her head a fond smile on her face. "I was attracted to you big time. So, every time we got close I insulted you to distance myself. It's been three years since I've been in a relationship. But I could tell that you would be the one to make me break all my rules."
Cole felt his lips quirk into a smile. "What changed your mind?" Playing it cool, really wanting to just kiss her until they were breathless.
"Ken. He finally figured out why I was so mean to you and he made me come here and explain."
"I'm glad he did," said Cole. "I have to admit that I'm attracted to you too. But I know we are both not ready for a relationship."
She nodded. "Let's just leave it like this. Let's just be friends and if we become more. We become more."
"I'd like that."
Celeste looked at her watch. "I have to get back to the Gallery. I'll see you later." She gave him a relieved hug before leaving the room.
Cole could still feel the smile lighting his face an hour later. Things were started to look up for him. He never would have thought that Celeste would come here and apologize. He couldn't believe that those guys did that to a catch like her. He had this overwhelming urge to track them down and turn them into Popsicle's. She was a tough girl to actually try again and with him of all people.
The clock on the desk beeped signifying it was time to pick up Liam from school. He grabbed his paperwork and put it in his briefcase. He was in his car and zooming down the street in less than ten minutes. He pulled up to the faded brick building just as the bell began to ring. Had this been what he missed, bells that sounded like cows dying. It wasn't the first time Cole thought about a normal childhood. Kids poured from the school as if it was the last place they wanted to spend another minute at.
Cole smiled, seeing a short blonde running towards the car full speed. He got out of the car and braced himself as Liam jumped into his arms. "Hi Daddy," he said, cheeks flushed.
"Hey Sunny," he replied, walking with Liam to the passenger side. He helped him in, placing his backpack in the trunk. Cole climbed into the driver side and started up the car.
Liam instantly began narrating the tale of his day. He went into a play by play of everything he did from bell up to bell down. Everything means E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. Starting from the time he first went into the school. Cole listened with a smile on his face. Liam only talked fast when he was in a really good mood. Cole parked the car in his space in the parking garage.
"So, then Timberly pushed Chad into the ground. She's such a psycho!" babbled Liam, walking beside his father to the elevator.
Cole stopped as a chill ran down the back of his neck. He placed a hand on Liam's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He placed a finger to his lips silencing Liam. The blond understood looking around for the source of the disturbance.
A man in a dingy black suit walked towards them. Didn't demons have any pride today, Cole thought. In his days as Belthazor, his suits were custom made. If you want to make an impression, you do it all the way. This dime store suit demon grinned at Cole evilly, "Time to die witch."
Cole rolled his eyes for the second time that day, placing himself in front of Liam, "Let me guess. You're a warlock. You guys always did get to the point."
The warlock brandished a long knife. "I think you and the kiddy's powers will make an excellent addition to my own."
"What is your power? The power to talk us to death," said Cole, settling into a battle stance, thought not really thinking that it was going to take very much to send this demon to the demonic hereafter.
The warlock just smiled. "No. Invisibility," he said and with that he vanished from the spot.
Cole swore turning his head everywhere. He strained his ears trying to hear any sounds or footsteps. By the Gods, he hated people with the power to turn invisible. They were always too stealthy to get caught by little mistakes.
"Daddy, what are you doing! He's right there!" shouted Liam, thrusting his arms forward. Twin forks of lightning like electricity erupted from his hands. Cole was about to tell Liam to get back when he saw that the boy was right. His attack hit true. There was a loud grunt and the warlock became visible. He was only a foot in front of Cole. He glared at Liam holding his badly singed chest. "How-how could you see me?"
Liam frowned. "Ah, where you supposed to be invisible?"
Cole froze the warlock in a block of ice before he could try to counterattack. He said a vanquishing spell quickly in case the warlock broke free.
"Flesh and Bones, Cinder and Ashes,
Scatter his cells through time and space,
Let this Warlock no more exist."
The warlock exploded in a blaze of fire and ice. Cole let out a sigh of relief, glad that he and Liam hadn't got hurt. He was lucky that the warlock was just an amateur. He obviously didn't know whom he was trying to kill. Cole looked down at Liam.
"How could you see him?"
"What are you talking about? He wasn't invisible. I could see him fine," Liam said, thinking, wow, I think maybe he is a little tired from a hard day at work.
Cole nodded, thinking he understood why Liam could see him. It must be his new power. If he could truly 'See the Unseen,' then surely this meant Liam could see invisible people as well as visions. He tacked seeing invisible people to his mental list of Liam's abilities.
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Cole softly closed the door to Liam's room. He had just tucked Liam in for the night. Cole went into the living room. He raised in eyebrow seeing Sky sitting on the couch engrossed in an episode of Friends. This chick really had a thing for mortal television. He pondered the question of "up there" having cable?
Cole crossed his arms. "You are here, why?"
She waited till the show went on commercial before looking up at him. "I heard you paid a visit to Whitelighter central today."
"How did you hear about that?" asked Cole, surprised though not totally.
She shrugged. "Word gets around quick in the higher plane."
Cole sat down on the couch facing her. "Roland, the Elder I talked to, didn't know why the Powers wanted Amy to have an Archangel Whitelighter. Do you know what was so special about her?"
Sky sighed heavily. She had a feeling he was going to ask her this. She stood up and went to the window looking at the San Francisco night sky. "Have you ever heard of the legend of Selene and Endymion."
Cole nodded, picking up the book Myths and Lore, Stories of Old, off the shelf. He had bought the book when he was researching the Titans. It was filled with ancient myths and lore. He opened the book and flipped to the page where he saw the legend. "It's right here." He started to read the passage that told of Endymion and Selene.
"Endymion was a handsome shepherd boy of Asia Minor, the mortal lover of the moon goddess Selene. Each night he was kissed to sleep by her. She begged Zeus to grant him eternal life so she might be able to embrace him forever. Zeus complied, putting Endymion into eternal sleep and each night Selene visits him on Mt. Latmus, near Milete, in Asia Minor."
Sky shook her head, muttering about the stupidity of mortals. "That's not what happened at all. This is the real story. Selene was not a Goddess. She was a Titan. She was just like all the other Titans. Cruel, hateful, and cold hearted. That changed when she met the mortal Endymion. He warmed her heart and they fell in love. Chronos found out and killed Endymion. It was at this point, Selene did something no Titan had ever done. She shed a tear for her mortal lover. Her tear solidified into a beautiful sapphire gem. The gem contained Selene's hope, love for humanity, essence, and most of all her power. Chronos felt the gem's power and tried to steal it from Selene. All to wise, Selene knew what he was going to do. So she gave the gem to one of her priestesses. Chronos ended up killing Selene who took the location of the stone with her to her resting place. Chronos was never able to find the gem."
"What happened to it?" questioned Cole.
"The gem of Selene was passed down the priestesses' family line to every first born," answered Sky. She smiled as she saw the mental wheels in Cole's mind turning. "Yes, Amy Boyd was the gems caretaker. That was why the Powers decreed that Shane become her Whitelighter."
"Where is the gem now?"
A mysterious smile graced Sky's face. "No, I wouldn't like any gum now," she said.
Cole looked at her incredulously. She knew what he asked. Why was she changing the subject?
She turned to Cole, her profile illuminated by the moon, all humor had vanished from her voice. "You know that Halloween is coming up soon. This is the time when the veil between realms is thin and things can cross over. Magic is amplified and rich. All the rules change on Halloween. Remember this Cole."
He didn't get a chance to say anything to her, because she disappeared from the room in a shower of gold sparkles. Sleep came late that night. He pondered the cryptic message for hours. Could what she said have anything to do with his dream.
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In a place where time is null and space is infinite waits an entity. Soon its time would come. It had waited and plotted for eons. Now its moment was at hand. The Powers had finally messed up. Their mistake will be its entrance onto Earth. Everything was falling into place. The disease known as man will be wiped from the face of the Earth by its hand. Their pathetic existence will be nothing more than history by the time it's done with them. Yes, soon. Its utopia will rise out of the ashes of humans.
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That's it for this chapter! I hope you all liked it. I'm thinking about making the next chapter the last one. If you guy's want I'll do a sequel. I have some ideas for it already. Don't forget to submit a review and tell me your thoughts. See ya!