Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Charmed characters expect for Morana and The Descendents of Hera.
This is the second chapter in Future Restoration.
(This takes place after they learn why Chris came and who he really is. Sorry if I didn't clarify that before. I am pretty sure that happened in the end of the 6th season to the beginning of the seventh. If I am mistaken I will correct it! Thanks!)
----6th season---
---Halliwell House---
After the incident at the club, the restlessness continued in the Halliwell house. The sisters gathered eagerly around the Book of Shadows. Paige turned the pages quickly, the old pages crackling as she turned them. Piper stopped Paige, pointing to the contents of the manuscript. A woman, the exact replica of the woman at the club, was displayed on the page, including a quite lengthy description.
Phoebe began to read out loud, her voice slightly fatigued, "Morana and her servants restore order in time." She continued to scroll down, the words flowing from her mouth.
Piper glanced at Paige, who in return, interrupted Phoebe, "Read the first line again"
Phoebe went back to the first line that she had read, repeating it for her sister.
"Time…they restore time… This means that they took Chris because he is from the future. His duty is to change the course of events that await us."
"Therefore, they control him, they control time once again." Piper nodded as she spoke, crossing her arms across her abdomen.
"All we need to do is create a vanquishing potion, find her and vanquish her kidnapping…" Paige was cut off by the sudden sapphire energy that rain down into the attic.
The rare form of Leo stood before them, seeming oblivious to the ordeal. Phoebe looked up from the book, quickly glancing at Piper.
"Something wrong?" He asked his voice in its usual soft tone.
"You haven't heard?" Paige asked in return.
"Heard what?" Piper suppressed an agitated sigh and moved over to stand closer to Leo.
"Chris is in danger."
Leo looked from Piper to Paige, who was rereading the ingredients that would help in crafting a vanquishing potion.
"The Elders said nothing of Chris being in trouble, when did you assume this?" He exclaimed putting emphasis on 'assume'.
"We didn't assume, we saw" Phoebe spoke, beginning to look around the attic.
Paige began to explain the situation to Leo, who listened intently in return.
"If she seeks to restore time and order, then she must reside in time. Phoebe it would be impossible to find her with the crystal if she resided in time." Leo pointed out.
Phoebe put down the crystal with a frustrated sigh, looking at Paige with an almost saddened expression.
"So how do you propose we find him?" Piper asked.
Unknown area in Time
Morana hovered over her own map, crystal in hand. Her obsidian tresses fell behind her, revealing her puzzled look as she repeatedly swung the crystal over the map.
"You won't find them..." Chris stated his voice was stripped of all emotion. A sound erupted deep from her throat, a sound that mimicked a growl. She threw down the crystal, her eyes burning with anger.
With a flick of her dainty wrist she dismissed the minions that were standing sentinel near the large oak door. Silently they left, leaving Chris alone with Morana. The room was large, and entirely made of stone. It was primitive, much like a castle that would have been used in the early years of the world.
"Well…then you will lead me to them," she stated, her anger filled voice echoed through the room.
Chris shook his head, auburn locks falling in front of his eyes. She balled her hands into fists, obviously agitated with the young whitelighter.
"I didn't bring you here to play guessing games, my pet." She spat, approaching him slowly. Her expression changed, as if some had wiped the chalkboard of her mind. A smile graced her lips. "Do you know who we are?" She gestured to the room, regardless that there was no one else present.
Chris looked at her blankly, not caring for her questions either.
"We are the ones who restore time, to its origin. We are known as The Descendents of Hera, the goddess of Warriors and Time" She paused but never the less proceeded. "You have been a bad little whitelighter. Coming from another time to change the future," she purred, making clicking noises with her tongue as to scold him. "That's not what I want."
"We all can't have what we want," Chris interrupted.
She sighed, "You bore me, now you can either tell me where the sisters reside or I can have my fun with you until you tell me." She smiled at this thought.
Chris's expression remained unreadable, "I will not give you what you seek."
Her smile grew wider, she clapped her hands. Out from the shadows of the room came two minions, larger than the ones Chris had encountered before. They seized him by the arms, preventing any form of struggle.
"Bring him to the chambers," she motioned to the cloaked followers and then turned to Chris, her eyes raging with a sinister fire, "I await my play time with you."
Back at the Halliwell House.
Piper finished bottling a golden colored liquid into three vials. When completed she handed one to Phoebe and Paige and pocketed the last one.
"Leo…is there any way you can ask the Elders? Maybe they can find her?" Phoebe asked, hoping that his answer would be a positive one.
Leo nodded; his worrisome nature showed as he orbed, vanishing from the kitchen.
"What do we do now?" Paige asked, rolling the vial between her fingers.
"We wait for Leo" Piper exclaimed, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder.
"You're worried about Chris…" Phoebe directed the statement towards Piper.
"Well of course…he's my future son" Piper's voice seemed to become quieter as she admitted the simple truth.
Before Phoebe could embrace her Leo appeared before them, his face racked with even more worry than the sister's thought was possible.
"Morana is in another dimension, but I have permission from the Elders to take you there."
Piper placed her hand into Leo's, their fingers intertwining. Paige took Piper's hand and Phoebe placed her hand into Paige's empty hand.
Leo's energy overcame the sisters, transporting them to a world in a flash of blue light. Leo relinquished Piper's hands as they entered a stone castle room holding little decoration.
"You better go..." Piper whispered to Leo, who nodded in return, leaving as quickly as they had come. The room was silent and unguarded. Paige began to look around for any evidence of Chris.
"Where are we?" Phoebe asked to no one in particular. Piper shrugged and rushed to the door, placing her hand firmly on the brass knob.
"Wait!" Paige yelled, softening her voice immediately. "We don't know what is behind that door…Phoebe, can you use you empathy to tell if there is anyone guarding that door?"
With a nod, Phoebe walked silently to the door, placing her hands firmly on the wood. Her eyes closed, focusing on the possible beings that may be dwelling on the other side.
"Two women, both feeling…" she paused; confusion lined her face, "betrayed"
"Who cares…Piper, would you do the honors?" Paige smiled to her older sister, who in return gestured to the large oak door which shattered into thousands of splinters, revealing the two women that Phoebe spoke of. They were clad in deep chestnut robes but their faces were left exposed. One flicked her wrist; a glowing sphere glowed in her upright palm.
"Fireball!" Paige commanded the sphere appearing in her hand. She hurled the fireball back at the first woman, the flames consuming her. The second woman was chanting but had no time to finish for she was quickly silenced by a blow to the head, curtsey of Phoebe.
With no time for conversation the three sisters made their way down the dim hallway.
Paige glanced at Phoebe who was already trying to sense Chris. She stopped abruptly, "Fear, he is feeling frightened…" Phoebe pointed ahead of them, tracking from where his emotions were coming from. They rushed forward, throwing open a large oak door that mimicked the previous one.
Morana stood, facing a large stone wall racked with chains and morbid contraptions. Surrounding the outer walls were rows of cloaked minions, chants springing forth from their hidden mouths.
To be continued…
(Terribly sorry about the sudden "To be continued"…school has thrown me a few curve balls that have delayed my writing.)