CHAPTER 11:

2008, in the Elder Havens.

That moment a little white haired and chubby man walked towards the higher men. He looked at them as a school master did at students that had been naughty. He waved his hand and all the dead elder bodies disappeared, recycled with one wave of his hand.

"I can handle this", he said with a strong voice you wouldn't expect from such a tiny man. The other elders knew that he could and left. Dronan looked at the intruders "Alright, you've got my attention", he said. "What was so important you had to come and make such a big mess up here? It'd better be good, or you're history before you can blink."

"Hahaha", the leader answered. "You can't threaten me little old fool." "O really, can't I", Dronan replied as he snapped his fingers and all the higher man where suddenly surrounded by a bluish cloud of smoke. "Try to get out of there", he said smiling. "Now say what you want to say and do it quick. Because the smoke will close you in as I speak and it will suffocate you if I don't stop it."

The leader was surprised of that sudden act and he couldn't believe the smoke could actually capture them. He beat his fist in the cloud which bounced back and the hole that appeared was immediately filled with smoke again. "Hmmm interesting", he said. He saw the walls coming closer, apparently the elder was in a hurry. "I just wanted to know where you've send the Halliwell girl", he quickly said as he tried if he couldn't shimmer out of the cloud.

Dronan smirked. "And you really thought I'd ever tell you? The entire future depends on it. I can only tell you that you will never find the girl. I am the only one to know where she is and by no threat, torture or otherwise I will tell you."

He looked at the men who were now all pressed together by the smoke. "Well I guess that was it", he said. "No proper explanation for the murder of all my good friends. So say bye-bye sweet pathetic lives and hello hell."

He rose his arms in the air and quickly brought them down. With that motion the smoke crashed upon the higher men. They vanquished, nothing looked like they were ever there. The smoke faded and Dronan turned around, sighing. 'What have I started?', he thought as he shook his head. 'Lost so many good men already and the girl hasn't been gone for a day'.

2008, somewhere in the underworld.

Nëomie sighed and thought of a good way to describe what they wanted to do. "Look I know we have to be alert for the Charmed ones at any time, but I know what the future will be like, when the master will rule all of the underworld. And trust me, it is much worse than watching your back for a Charmed One. Because when you stay out of their way, you are alright."

She looked around the lair and said: "It has already started. We are not called the hidden ones for nothing. We have been hiding from the master. We are gathering people for a big revolution." "Hmm okay", Gredam said. "And what does that have to do with me?"

"We need to know where the girl is, Gredam", Nëomie answered. "We have to save her. Let them get rid of the master as prophesized. So the underworld will be a free place for us all again." "Alright, but you already know I have lost the girl." "Yes we do", Nëomie said as she looked very serious. "That's why you need to go undercover. The girl is hidden for now, but it can't be long or the master knows everything. And if the master knows, you should know."

"What's in it for me", Gredam suddenly said. He saw the look on Nëomie's face. "What?", he said as he shrugged. "Can't I ask?" She gave him a deadly look. "Isn't your life enough", she snapped at him. "Alright, alright, calm down", he said as he stood up and threw his hands in the air.

"Very well, what do you expect? I mean you saw how the higher man –the masters most loyal servants- treated me. I have this tiny feeling I am not wanted there anymore." Nëomie stood up as well and walked to Gredam. "I know, that's why I need to do this", she said as she touched his face with her hands. Her hand started to glow and orange glow and a funny tickling feeling went to Gredam's body.

Suddenly the tickling changed into a huge ache, like someone just broke all his bones and the skin was ripped of his body. And Gredam couldn't do anything to stop it, it was like he was frozen. But as sudden as that feeling came it went away. Gredam opened his eyes and looked pissed of at Nëomie. "What the hell did you just do?", he yelled at her.

Nëomie didn't respond to him, but she summoned a mirror and gave it to Gredam. He quickly took it and looked into it. He didn't see his well-known greenish self, but it was like looking at one of the higher men. "Hmmm okay", he said. "A simple shape shifting spell would have worked to you know? Why did it had to hurt?"

"O do I have to explain everything?", she sighed. "You know the master can recognize a shapeshifter from a mile away and the same with a shape shifting spell. What I just did isn't that easy to track. It's more, how do I say this? Permanent."