Hey all you faithful readers whom I love so much! Can you tell I'm trying to suck up for the wait? Lol! I'm sorry, but again I was screwed with schoolwork. I didn't realize that high school was going to be a literal hell like people say it is. Oh well, here I am now! And thank you all for the reviews! Did you know that the full title of this story was too long and it wouldn't fit in the little spot where they ask you for the title? I had to take out the space between the colon and 'The' to make it fit! That's so crazy. Now I know that Carry On the Heritage: The Next Generation of Halliwells is not going to fit. I have no clue what I'm gonna do. Maybe I'll just name it Carry On the Heritage and in the summary tell people the full name. Anyways, on to the reviews!
s.halliwell24- Ah, that is the question. Is Atli a demon? If he is it could be very problematic for the Halliwell family and very traumatic for Percy. Thanks!
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Bloomin Daisy- Haha! I always have to cause hurt to my characters. It makes the story interesting. It'll be okay though. Trust me.
The-Cheese-Fairy- Yay! You updated! Haha! I'm glad. Yeah, I don't think anyone will like anybody as much as they like Parker. He is hard to top. Wow, there are too many people with that name. My little sister is Kelci, my best friend is Kelsey, and your friend is Kelcie. Oh, I love that line too! When I thought of the thought reading spell, I knew I had to include the 'bite me' thing. Wow, where did the David Bowie thing come from? He's definitely ugly, by the way. Lol!
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Confessions of a Halliwell: The Diary of Persephone
Chapter Two: Assumptions of Atli
Assumptions are bad. I mean, they're really just insanely stupid things to make. If I could erase assumptions from the world, that's what I'd do. I'm sure there's a spell somewhere for it… You know, people make jokes about assumptions, but they really do make an ass out of you. They're asinine! I guess you've figured out that I made a really stupid assumption about something by now. Well, everyone has flaws, right? It just took me seventeen years to find mine! But my advice to you, if you remember nothing else from this story, remember this: don't make assumptions. Because you know what they say about assuming. It makes an ass out of you and me.
The last week of our Junior year had gone by fast, and since my little mind reading episode, I hadn't seen Atli much at all. I was still pretty convinced he was a demon, but my mom had other ideas, as did the rest of my family. Patience was the only one who agreed with me that he could be a demon. That's why I love her so much. What are best friends for, right? Anyways, now that it was a few weeks into summer and things had settled down a little, I had decided to try to contact Atli and see if he really was a demon. The real demons though, had other plans.
"I'm telling you, he is not a demon," my mom said. We were arguing the whole way through the house one morning while she got ready for Magic School.
"Yes he is! How else do you explain what he was thinking?" I asked.
"Just because he knows you're a witch, doesn't mean he's a demon. He could just as easily be a Whitelighter or some other magical creature," Mom pointed out.
"Or, he could be a demon!" I said. My mom groaned.
"You know what, if you're so worried about it, why don't you go over to his house and find out," she suggested.
"What? You're asking me to go over to a potential demon's house alone. What if he kills me?" I asked.
"Oh he wouldn't do that because that would be doing us a favor, now wouldn't it?" Mom asked.
"Hey! That's not cool!" I exclaimed. She grinned.
"Why don't you come to Magic School with me today? You can help me out with some stuff. I'm sure the kids would love to hear what it's like to be an Archer. It'll take your mind off of Atli which will save us all the pain of going insane," she offered. I sighed.
"I guess," I said. We orbed to Magic School and I looked around. It hadn't changed a bit since the last time I had been there; right before my sixteenth birthday.
"Good morning Headmistress," the librarian squeaked, looking up at my mom. "And Miss Halliwell," he said, looking up at me. "It's nice to see you again." I nodded and smiled politely.
"Good morning, Vernon," Mom greeted him. "Anything dire happen this morning?"
"Not as of yet, Headmistress," he replied.
"Please, call me Paige," Mom said.
"Of course, Headmistress," Vernon squeaked. My mom rolled her eyes and led me to her office.
"So how is Hogwarts doing?" I asked.
"Fine," Mom replied.
"Hey guys!" Patience said happily as she and Preston shimmered in. My mom jumped.
"Hi Patience, hi Preston. Do me a favor," she said angrily.
"What's that?" Patience asked obliviously.
"Don't do that again!" Mom said. Preston grinned.
"Sorry Aunt Paige," he said.
"So where's Parker? He's usually not too far behind," Mom said. Blue orbs suddenly appeared, forming into Parker.
"You rang?" he asked with a grin. Mom rolled her eyes.
"Why don't you guys go make yourselves useful somewhere? You can pop into one of the younger classes," she suggested. We nodded and walked out.
"So have you talked to Atli about the demon thing yet?" Patience asked curiously as we walked through the empty halls.
"No, I'm still trying to figure out what to say. I mean, this is a huge accusation here and if I'm wrong and he's not a demon then he could get pissed at me because I thought he was or he may not even know about demons and then I'm screwed all around," I said.
"Well you do have to talk to him sometime. I mean, demon or not you can't hide from him forever. You either tell him that you're a witch and try to make it work, or tell him you're a witch and flame the shit out of him," Patience said.
"Well I was gonna call him tonight anyways, so get off my case," I said.
"Wait, so you're planning to visit with a potential demon so that you can have a heartfelt talk with him about him being a demon?" Parker asked. I nodded. "And were you planning on having any protection with you?"
"Parker, I want to talk to him, not screw him," I said.
"I think he means power wise. I mean, maybe one of us should go with you just in case he's too powerful," Preston suggested.
"Actually, I think you should do a little reconnaissance first," Parker said.
"What?" I asked.
"Recon," he said. I still gave him a confused look. "Spying?"
"Oh!" I exclaimed. A door opened and a teacher popped their head out.
"Shh!" they said angrily.
"Hey Miss. Bloom!" Patience said happily.
"Patience! Percy, Parker, Preston! I didn't realize it was you. What are you guys doing here?" our History of Magic teacher asked.
"Oh just hanging out," I replied.
"Great! Would you guys mind coming in and talking to my class? They need a little bit of a wake up call anyways," Miss Bloom asked.
"Well, yeah, I guess," Parker agreed. We walked into the classroom to find most of the students staring off into space and a handful of them asleep. We looked over to Miss Bloom.
"What can I say? I don't teach the most interesting subject in Magic School," she said with a grin. Preston focused on the class and a small earthquake started. Some of the students started to look up. A few things fell off of the desks and the rest of them snapped their heads up. Preston grinned and stopped the earthquake.
"Now that I've got your attention… how's it going?" he asked. The students looked at us with confusion.
"Class, as some of you may have heard between snores, we've been studying famous magical families. These four lovely people are the newest part of the Halliwell family. They're the Archers," Miss Bloom introduced us. The students' heads rose a little bit further in interest.
"Hi," I said with a wave.
"This is Patience, Parker, Preston, and Percy," Miss Bloom said, pointing to us in turn. "Do you have any questions for them?" One girl raised her hand.
"What's it like to be the most powerful witches in the world?" she asked. I looked over to Patience.
"Uh, it's cool I guess. A lot of demons dropping in for dinner and stuff, but it's alright," she said.
"Are the Charmed Ones cool parents?" a guy asked.
"Yeah! They can be pretty overprotective at times, but other than that they're pretty cool," Parker said.
"Is it true that one of you has a demon for a dad?" someone asked.
"Yeah, isn't it Belthazor?" someone added.
"Yeah, that's my dad," Preston said, raising his hand.
"Isn't he mean? I mean, he is a demon."
"Well, he's also half human, so he can suppress his demon half," Preston explained.
"Do you guys ever tell mortals about your secret?"
"Well some of us do," Patience said, looking pointedly at me.
"Can you show us your powers?"
"Sure!" I said happily, forming a flame in my hand. I looked at the class and they gasped at my eyes.
"Do all of your eyes do that?" I nodded. I formed a ring with my flames. Patience formed a ring of water and connected it with mine. Parker formed a ring of wind and connected it and Preston took some dirt from a potted plant. The students 'ooed' and 'ahed' and we disconnected it.
"Well that was fun," I said as we walked out of the classroom to applause.
"Yeah, but not as fun as talking to Atli is going to be," Patience said. I sighed. Later that day, I decided to call Atli. I tried his house first, but there was no answer. So I tried his cell phone. No answer there either.
"This can't be good," I mumbled, orbing out. I appeared in behind Atli's house and walked around the front, knocking on the door. Nothing happened for a few minutes, but then the door opened to reveal an older man.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Um, yeah. I was wondering if Atli was here," I said politely.
"Who?" he asked.
"Atli Williams. He lives here," I clarified. The man shook his head.
"No Atli lives here," he said. I gave him a confused look.
"Um, must be the wrong house. Sorry to bother you," I said. He nodded and closed the door. I looked up at the house. This was definitely the one that I had been to before. Atli had lived there then. Where was he now?
I orbed back home and grabbed a map of San Francisco and a scrying crystal. Then I looked at the ring on my finger that Atli had given to me one day. It was the first time we'd ever said 'I love you' to each other. A small tear escaped my eye as I looked at it. It was called a Claddaugh. It had two hands holding a heart with a crown on top. The hands represented friendship, the crown loyalty, and the heart love. I slowly slipped it off and tied it to the end of the crystal chain, circling it around the map. I did this several hundred times, but the crystal never landed.
"It's not gonna happen sweetie," I heard Patience's soft voice from behind me. The crystal, along with the ring slipped out of my hand and I laid my head down on the table, sobbing quietly as Patience comforted me.
"I just don't understand why I didn't see it sooner. I mean, there had to have been signs," I said later in my room as Patience, my mom, and my aunts sat around with me.
"Well honey, sometimes we don't always see what's right in front of us. I didn't," Aunt Phoebe said. "I mean, my demon turned out to be good, but that's beside the point."
"Phoebe, you were just lucky that yours was half human," Prue shot.
"Ugh! I'm so stupid!" I yelled, falling into my pillow. Piper put her hand on my arm.
"You're not stupid, sweetie. The demons have realized that they can never beat us as witches, but as humans they can. If we had an all out magical war, chances are we'd win. We already have and they know that. But as human beings, there's already a war going on inside all of us. They've figured out that the key to defeating us is through our hearts and it'll work on us every time because we always find the strength to open back up. It's our gift, but it's also our curse," she said softly.
"Then how can I ever trust anyone if there's the chance that they're a demon?" I asked helplessly. Mom smiled.
"Because you're a Halliwell. We're suckers for love. And if you never trust anyone, then you'll never find 'the one'," she explained.
I fell asleep that night reading The Army of Witches. I read all of the parts with my mom and dad in them, marveling at how quickly they fell in love. It was like a fairytale. My relationship was nothing like that. It was more like a horror story. He was really sweet and great and I loved him so much. I probably would have married him if he had asked me to, right then and there. But he was a demon and now I had to kill him. I knew it wouldn't be easy. He knew how much I loved him. He'd use it against me. A million different scenarios ran through my mind of what would happen when we met up. Something in me wished that none of them had to happen. It would make things easier to just never see him again. But that couldn't happen either…
"Hey honey, how are you feeling?" Mom asked as I plopped down at the kitchen table. I shrugged. "Not feeling any better then?" I shook my head. "Well, you'll be okay," she assured me.
"I can't kill him," I whispered.
"What?"
"If I see him again, I won't be able to kill him," I said. Mom just looked at me for a few minutes.
"I didn't expect you to," she said. I sighed. "But someone will have to." I tensed up at her words. I didn't want him to die. Evil or not, I loved him. I couldn't let him die. My thoughts were interrupted as a warlock blinked in, throwing a fireball at my mom. It hit her in the shoulder and he shimmered out.
"Mom!" I yelled, running over to her and healing her.
"I'm fine, but I think we should go after him. I didn't get such a good feeling about that. It'll take your mind off of things too," Mom said, standing up. After about an hour, my mom, my cousins, my aunts and I were all ready to go. We orbed to where the crystal had landed on the map and found the warlock ready and waiting.
"I knew you'd come for me, witches," he sneered. About ten other warlocks blinked in, surrounding us all. We immediately started fighting. I launched fireballs at every warlock I saw, vanquishing a few. But when one died, five more came and we were slowly losing the fight. Suddenly, black and white orbs appeared, forming into Atli.
"Atli!" I exclaimed in shock, taking my attention off of the warlocks, which caused me to get hit in the leg. Atli formed a crossbow and aimed it at the warlock who hit me. He shot him, causing him to explode. With Atli's fast aim, the warlocks were all vanquished within minutes.
"Somebody heal her," Atli ordered. Parker came over, healing my leg. I stood up and walked over to Atli slowly, looking at him for a minute. Then I slapped him. "Ow!"
"You lied to me! You lied to me! And since when can you orb? And why were your orbs black? You're a darklighter, aren't you? Of all the damn things I could fall in love with, it had to be a darklighter! Ugh! What is wrong with me? And you! You lied to me! You made me fall in love with you so that you could kill me and my family, you filthy pig! I'm going to kill you!" I screamed, forming a fireball in my hand.
"Percy! I'm not a darklighter! I swear!" Atli said.
"Liar! Shut up!" I yelled. Atli grabbed me and I pounded at his chest.
"Persephone!" he yelled. I pounded on his chest some more before falling into it, shaking with tears. He held onto me tightly and orbed us out. I didn't know where we were when we appeared, but I didn't care. I just stayed close to him, my head in his chest and my tears soaking his shirt. When I finally lifted my head, I found him staring at me.
"What are you?" I asked quietly.
"Here, sit down and I'll tell you the whole story," he said. I did as he said and looked around. I gasped at the sight of a beautiful green meadow. We were sitting under a huge willow tree that was full of blossoms.
"Where are we?" I asked. Atli smiled.
"It's my sanctuary. I created it in my mind. I go here to get away from the real world," he explained.
"What are you?" I asked again. He sighed.
"I guess I do kind of owe you an explanation. I'm half Whitelighter, half darklighter," he said. I gasped. "I know, it's weird. See, my mom was a darklighter and my dad was a Whitelighter. My mom was after one of his charges, a witch. She couldn't stand them constantly fighting over her, so she cast a love spell on them so they would leave her alone. It lasted for a long time, long enough for them to have me, but a demon killed the witch when I was about two. The spell was broken and my mother was furious. She killed my dad right away and left me to fend for myself. The Elders wouldn't take me in because I was half darklighter. They were afraid that I would grow up to be evil and kill them all. But an old witch took me and cared for me. She died when I was fourteen. I knew enough about magic by then to be able to live on my own. I created a record for myself in the SF Valley School District, but I lived here for most of the time. I'm not evil. I vowed that after what my mom did to my father and I, I never would be. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I knew you weren't ready." I just stared at him, completely dumbfounded.
"I'm not sure that I'm ready now," I whispered.
"Yeah, I know. But you cast that mind reading spell the other week and you found out that I knew about magic. Today didn't make it any better. I guess it's good that I finally told you though," Atli said.
"Did you always know I was a witch?" I asked. He nodded.
"That's why I enrolled at SF Valley. I wanted to be able to help you guys out. I never expected to fall in love with you though," he explained.
"So, when Alex orbed in right in front of you…"
"I wasn't expecting it, but it's not like I didn't already know about magic. I knew something seemed a little funny about him, but there was really nothing I could do after you put the memory spell on me. I had to act like I didn't remember him," Atli said.
"Wait, that spell didn't work?" I asked. He shook his head and I huffed. He laughed.
"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault. I made a potion to make me immune to those kinds of spells."
"Wow, I can't believe all this time you knew. I'm so sorry I thought you were a demon," I said, my cheeks turning red in embarrassment. Atli smiled.
"It's okay. I'm just glad that you know now. We don't have to keep secrets from each other anymore," he said. I nodded and put my head on his chest again.
"So, this place… can we come here anytime?" I asked with an impish grin. Atli chucked.
"Anytime."
Well there you go kiddies! See, I told you it would be okay. I couldn't make Atli a demon. Okay, maybe part darklighter, but that's beside the point. It all worked out in the end. So let me know how you liked the chapter. Again, I'm really sorry for the long wait, but between schoolwork and my soccer tournament, I had no time to write. I have off tomorrow though, so I'll be anxiously awaiting your reviews! Toodles!
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