Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. A couple lines in later chapters were taken from the scripts. The only thing in this I own is the fanfic storyline, the stuff in the prologue, and one of the made-up characters you will meet shortly.

A/N: I know I said my next fic would be "Happy Days" but I'm stuck on chapter five and I might take something out, which means I have to cut chapter four as well. So, instead, here's this fic! Enjoy! I just hope it's as good as "To Save and Protect" was. Oh, and btw, I might be doing a sequel to "To Save and Protect"!!! So look for it. Also, this is just a prologue, so it's not as long as my normal chapters. It's 2 almost 3 pages instead of 3 almost 4. (And another also, this fanfic is much shorter than my last one. The last one was 13 chapters and this one is only 9. Sorry! The lengths will vary in each.) Enjoy! And don't worry, Charmed Characters come in in the next chapter!

The vision hit her with such powerful force, that she was nearly knocked off her feet. However, someone caught her just in time. He held her until the vision had passed, then led her, shaking, to her chair.

"My Queen, are you all right?" the man asked her, feigning concern.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Do not ask me if I am all right unless you truly mean it," she snarled. "And no, I am not. If I don't hurry and do what I need to do, I'll be too late. I only have another day or so to stop him from being brought back to life."

"B-but my Queen, if you stop the witch from resurrecting him, you'll-"

"I know!" she snapped, forming a fireball in her hand. The man – a low-level demon – cowered before her. "Do not tell me something that I already know. I must stop it from happening despite the consequences."

The demon gulped. "Very well. It is not up to me to contradict you, My Queen. You are, after all, the Source of All Evil and you know what is best."

Glaring at the filthy excuse for a demon, she made a fist to snuff out the fireball. She then snapped her fingers and before her appeared her trusty second in command.

"I need you to watch over things for me. If my plan works, I won't be coming back and that will put you in command. Do you feel fit to take on the responsibilities of the Source?" she asked.

Her second nodded. "Yes, m'lady. I am fully prepared to take on such responsibility and I promise you I won't fail you."

She nodded. "Good." She stood, still a little shaky. Her outfit – A skintight top that clung to her body with a low neckline, long sleeves, and a bottom that stopped at her ribs; A long, flowing skirt that came down to the ground with a long slit up the side; a pair of strappy black heels – would not do. She couldn't very well blend in with this outfit. Sighing, she snapped her fingers and her outfit changed. She was now wearing a pair of faded blue jeans that hung scantily low on her hip bones, a black tank top that came up just a little bit high, and flat black thong sandals.

She brushed her long, wavy, dark brown hair out of her green eyes. "I must be going now. Like I said before, if everything goes as planned, I won't be coming back." There was a slight hint of sadness in her voice that she quickly brushed away. "Do not screw this up," she snapped at her second in command. To make it seem more threatening, she formed a fireball in her hand and threw it. It zoomed past the second's ear, only inches away from his head, and hit the wall behind, leaving scorch marks.

"I-I promise, m'lady. I won't fail you," the second said shakily, staring behind him at the scorch marks on the wall. He gulped and glanced back at her. "You have my word."

"If my mission is a success, your word will not matter to me anymore. Nothing will," she replied coldly.

It was time. She turned to the stone wall behind her and held her hand up, palm facing the wall. She had prepared a spell for this, one that would be accurate and fail proof. Taking one final breath, she chanted the spell:

"Hear these words, hear my rhyme

Heed the hope within my mind

Take me back to where I want to go

Twenty-four years back, twenty-four years ago."

Suddenly, the wall was no longer just a wall. A black portal appeared before her. She didn't look back, didn't look at what she was leaving behind, didn't look at what she might never see again. Instead, she stepped forward, head held high, shoulders back, and went straight into the portal.