Hi, sorry it's taken ages again to update this but with it being Christmas
and all I didn't find the time to write because I was very busy.
This fic is kind of going to get a twist of fantasy. Sorry if people don't
like fantasy book but I personally love them and while writing I got all
these ideas which I think would make this a good fiction because it's
Charmed and got a tint of fantasy. If it doesn't turn out then I'll re-
write everything from this part, but let me know what you think ;)
This is short like most of the posts are , but I thought it would be better
to post this little bit so you've at least got something to read from this.
Hope you like it.
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"You're relying on me to find Prue? When I don't know how to orb or even what it is?"
"It's the best option we have to get Prue back. You can orb into the underworld, get Prue then orb back."
"But it wouldn't be as simple as that would it? Wouldn't there be guards and obstacles before getting to Prue?" Piper asked.
"That's very true."
"You didn't think through your plan so well after all."
"Can you think of anything better?"
Paige sneaked away from the living room as Patty and Grams bickered and Piper and Phoebe tried to get them to stop. She took the Book of Shadows and hurried up the stairs into her room, shutting the door behind her.
Down in the underworld. "Master we have her" one of the two warlocks said who had taken Prue. They didn't have Prue with them at this time and were able to bow down to the cloaked figure standing before them. Their master had his back to them, chanting over a table covered with candles, various bowls containing herbs, and other tools lying where there was space. In the middle of the table there was a crystal ball that stood out amongst everything else. It was not of the clear colour that you might it would be, rather a black purple that swirled around with occasional white flashes giving the impression of a storm being kept inside.
The master did not reply until he finished his chanting, and when he was done he did not turn around.
"Do you not yet know that you should not interrupt me when I am in the middle of doing something?" His clear voice suddenly boomed out. It echoed through the white room.
Both warlocks flinched at the loudness of his words. It was a very bad thing to anger the master.
"We are truly sorry, but we wanted to tell you straight away," the other warlock replied.
"It could wait! And if you were sorry you wouldn't have done it in the first place!"
"Yes Master, we understand and will not make that mistake again."
The master breathed deeply and finally turned to look at the warlocks standing before him. His hood was up and shielded his face from being shown.
"Now what was it you wanted to tell me?" His tone normal. He did not like to stay angry.
"We have the girl."
"She is here Master."
"Where is she being kept?"
"In the ceremonial room."
"Why is she there? Can't you do anything right?" He spat at them, and then stormed out of the room opening the heavy wooden doors that sealed the room from the rest of the world.
The two warlocks followed their master, but had to almost run to catch up with his fast walking.
The hallways were painted cream with marble floors and tall stone pillars that rose up to the high ceiling. Other people walked by, some admiring the beauty of the rooms and others scurrying past, having places to get to.
The master turned down a hallway then opened one of two doors and briskly walked in. The ceremonial room followed the theme of pale colours and was a spacious room used for ceremonies, sacrifices and anything else that the master wished to use the room for. On a low table made of steel there was Prue, unconscious. The master approached the table and went down on his knees because it was so low to the ground.
"Why is she not awake?" He asked knowing that the two warlocks were standing behind him.
"It was easier to bring her here if we knocked her out of consciousness."
"But you didn't do it too hard did you?"
"I guess not, but would it really matter?" One of them snickered.
The master turned in his place to glare at them but didn't get up. "Of course it would matter! We don't want to kill her!"
"Why not?"
The master turned back to Prue. "Because I have plans for her, plans that if they succeed will change everything." He ran a hand down the side of Prue's cheek. She was remarkably beautiful.
"What plans?"
"They are not for you to know. But when the change happens it will be for the better."
"Master, how old is she now?"
"Sixteen, it's been eleven years since she was last here."
"Well we'll leave you two alone, you must have some catching up to do."
The two warlocks left, rather pleased that they didn't have to spend any more time with their master as usually the unexpected happened when too much time was spent around him.
The master lightly put his hands on either side of Prue's head and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, so did Prue's.
Prue sat up confused. "Where am I?" She rubbed the back of her head, it still hurt from when it had been hit.
"You don't remember?"
Prue looked at the carefully crafted statues placed in the room, and the cleanliness of everything then looked at the master. She couldn't see anything of his because of the cloak. She pushed back the hood gently and was met by grey coloured eyes that seemed to be able to look right through her. His hair was brown and not particularly short, or long.
"Do you remember me child? Does this room not feel familiar?" His voice sounded sweet and ran smoothly through the air of the room.
"No."
The master eyed her suspiciously, he had to make sure it was her. "You know not my name?"
"Er no, should I?" His features made him look like he was in his twenties, but his eyes had a very strong sense of wisdom and knowledge that no twenty year old would know.
He held her small hands in his and closed his eyes and simply said "remember". Prue's eyes forced themselves shut and instantly images came into her mind.
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Please tell me what you thought of that, thanks all for the reviews so far!
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"You're relying on me to find Prue? When I don't know how to orb or even what it is?"
"It's the best option we have to get Prue back. You can orb into the underworld, get Prue then orb back."
"But it wouldn't be as simple as that would it? Wouldn't there be guards and obstacles before getting to Prue?" Piper asked.
"That's very true."
"You didn't think through your plan so well after all."
"Can you think of anything better?"
Paige sneaked away from the living room as Patty and Grams bickered and Piper and Phoebe tried to get them to stop. She took the Book of Shadows and hurried up the stairs into her room, shutting the door behind her.
Down in the underworld. "Master we have her" one of the two warlocks said who had taken Prue. They didn't have Prue with them at this time and were able to bow down to the cloaked figure standing before them. Their master had his back to them, chanting over a table covered with candles, various bowls containing herbs, and other tools lying where there was space. In the middle of the table there was a crystal ball that stood out amongst everything else. It was not of the clear colour that you might it would be, rather a black purple that swirled around with occasional white flashes giving the impression of a storm being kept inside.
The master did not reply until he finished his chanting, and when he was done he did not turn around.
"Do you not yet know that you should not interrupt me when I am in the middle of doing something?" His clear voice suddenly boomed out. It echoed through the white room.
Both warlocks flinched at the loudness of his words. It was a very bad thing to anger the master.
"We are truly sorry, but we wanted to tell you straight away," the other warlock replied.
"It could wait! And if you were sorry you wouldn't have done it in the first place!"
"Yes Master, we understand and will not make that mistake again."
The master breathed deeply and finally turned to look at the warlocks standing before him. His hood was up and shielded his face from being shown.
"Now what was it you wanted to tell me?" His tone normal. He did not like to stay angry.
"We have the girl."
"She is here Master."
"Where is she being kept?"
"In the ceremonial room."
"Why is she there? Can't you do anything right?" He spat at them, and then stormed out of the room opening the heavy wooden doors that sealed the room from the rest of the world.
The two warlocks followed their master, but had to almost run to catch up with his fast walking.
The hallways were painted cream with marble floors and tall stone pillars that rose up to the high ceiling. Other people walked by, some admiring the beauty of the rooms and others scurrying past, having places to get to.
The master turned down a hallway then opened one of two doors and briskly walked in. The ceremonial room followed the theme of pale colours and was a spacious room used for ceremonies, sacrifices and anything else that the master wished to use the room for. On a low table made of steel there was Prue, unconscious. The master approached the table and went down on his knees because it was so low to the ground.
"Why is she not awake?" He asked knowing that the two warlocks were standing behind him.
"It was easier to bring her here if we knocked her out of consciousness."
"But you didn't do it too hard did you?"
"I guess not, but would it really matter?" One of them snickered.
The master turned in his place to glare at them but didn't get up. "Of course it would matter! We don't want to kill her!"
"Why not?"
The master turned back to Prue. "Because I have plans for her, plans that if they succeed will change everything." He ran a hand down the side of Prue's cheek. She was remarkably beautiful.
"What plans?"
"They are not for you to know. But when the change happens it will be for the better."
"Master, how old is she now?"
"Sixteen, it's been eleven years since she was last here."
"Well we'll leave you two alone, you must have some catching up to do."
The two warlocks left, rather pleased that they didn't have to spend any more time with their master as usually the unexpected happened when too much time was spent around him.
The master lightly put his hands on either side of Prue's head and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, so did Prue's.
Prue sat up confused. "Where am I?" She rubbed the back of her head, it still hurt from when it had been hit.
"You don't remember?"
Prue looked at the carefully crafted statues placed in the room, and the cleanliness of everything then looked at the master. She couldn't see anything of his because of the cloak. She pushed back the hood gently and was met by grey coloured eyes that seemed to be able to look right through her. His hair was brown and not particularly short, or long.
"Do you remember me child? Does this room not feel familiar?" His voice sounded sweet and ran smoothly through the air of the room.
"No."
The master eyed her suspiciously, he had to make sure it was her. "You know not my name?"
"Er no, should I?" His features made him look like he was in his twenties, but his eyes had a very strong sense of wisdom and knowledge that no twenty year old would know.
He held her small hands in his and closed his eyes and simply said "remember". Prue's eyes forced themselves shut and instantly images came into her mind.
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Please tell me what you thought of that, thanks all for the reviews so far!