Chpt's 4 here! Sorry for the long wait!
Disclaimer: I dont own charmed/harry potter.But i so own the Golden Mist and the Zone idea. So dont try to take it! If u want to use my idea, ask me.
The first thing Chris noticed was that he was floating and upside down. Literally. He could see colourful lights around him but he was too disorientated to focus on it. He felt limped as if all his energy was sucked right out of him. He moaned and grimaced slightly, feeling his blood rushing to his brain. Muscle tensed, he slowly tried to stay upright and after many unsuccessful attempts, he finally float upright. He gave a sigh of relief and looked around him, with a dazed and tired expression. His eyes widened in realisation at the familiar surrounding. He grinned. Chris is in the Zone.
The Zone is an area where magic co-exist together. In a way, the Zone is the central power house of each magical people or creatures. Be it demon powers or witch powers and other magical creatures like unicorns, leprechauns and others. All the brightly coloured Chris saw were actually the 'orb' of each individual's powers. Some of them are bright while most are glowing softly. The best part about the Zone is that no Elder, demon, human or any other creatures can enter the Zone. In fact, Chris is the first and only human/witch/whitelighter that is able to be physically there. Chris remembered the look on his families face when he told them about it. Especially his dad. He was dumbfounded. Chris was only five when he 'accidently' tap into that power and transported there. Needless to say that his sudden disappearance caused quite a ruckus. Not only that, the elders found out about it and wish to be taken there but stopped when a VERY angry mother stood in their way, her hands twitching to blow something up. With little Wyatt by his side, protecting him, of course. It was hilarious to see the Elders scared stiff of one witch. But of course, with her motherly instinct kicking into overdrive, they better be safe than sorry. Hell hath no fury than a women's scorn. Especially when their children are concerned. Of course, Chris never let anyone into the Zone. He made a promise to her after all.
"Chris" said a voice, softly behind him. Chris turned, knowing fully well who that voice is. His grin widened as he recognised the familiar face. Her long wavy blonde hair flowing around her, giving an almost ethereal look and her long dress, pure white and untainted. Her heart shaped face, framed with beautiful almond shaped eyes and her sapphire blue eyes. She smiled gently at him. The interesting fact is that she looks like a small child. Way shorter than Chris. But Chris knew that she is way older than she looks. And wise as well.
( A.N: Imagine Princess Emeraude from Rayearth. For those who dont koe who Princess Emeraude is, use yr own imagination instead.)
"Hey, Krisella. Long time no see," he said, smiling cheekily at her. She smiled back, her eyes twinkling brightly at her favourite visitor. Krisella is the Guardian of the Zone. Here, she lies and guard each power and has been doing this for god knows how long. He remembered the time he got first came and got lost in the Zone, she appeared - white lights and all, and guide him home. Chris grew fond of her and see her as a older sister. His parents were hesitant at first but admitted that she didn't hurt while he visited her. Wyatt was jealous at first but started to appreciate her after he heard she has taken good care of Chris. "Chris, how are you? I hope you're all right after what happened," she said, her eyes showed concern. Chris stopped grinning. Slowly, a look of horror and realisation etched on his face. How could he have forgotten? His mind played back to what happened. The vision, the attack and the blackhole. Wyatt!
"Gah! Oh no! Mom! Aunt Phoebe! Aunt Paige! And Wyatt! Gah! How could I forget!" said Chris, hyperventilating and pacing around in panic. Suddenly, he turned to Krisella, who jumped in surprise by his sudden reaction. "What happened? AllIremember was that there was these voices in my head and the blackhole but that's it!", he asked hysterically and continued, "Oh no! Mom's probably panicking right now! She's never going to let me out of her sight anymore! And Dad...wait! Dad! Arrgh! He's probably worried sick about me! Arghh!" Chris paced around, his mind filled with panic and confusion. Krisella frowned concernly. She needs to calm him down now. "Chris, please calm down," she said, her voice low and gentle, "I know you're worried and I do not wished to burden you with more problems but...," she stopped, her face showing whether or not she should tell him. Chris stopped and looked at her. He didn't remember her acting this way before. Usually, she tells him anything.
"What's wrong? Do you know what's going on?" asked Chris. She let out a sigh and looked up.He blinked. She looks serious for once as he remembered she always tease him before telling him anything. "Yes. It has something to do with what happened with you and your brother," she said and continued, "It would seem that both of you have stumbled upon an ancient relic. This relic was created by a dark sorcerer named Mozrel who wanted crave for more power so he created this power in a form of an amulet." Chris looked at her, thinking about the golden amulet he saw and dreamt. She nodded, seeing that he has gotten it. "With this amulet, he could gain more power and control of whole universe. Fortunately, they were some good sorcerers at that time who had heard of this dark sorcerer's plan and joined together to stop him. They managed to defeat him but the amulet was nowhere to be found so they assumed that it was destroyed in the chaos."
Chris nodded. "But, it didn't, right? Did he hid it somewhere?" he asked. She shook her head. "No.Most would think of that possibility but I know the truth," she said, her eyes filled with sadness. "This amulet is not like any other amulet. This amulet has a mind and will of its own," Chris looked at her, shocked. "You mean it's alive!" asked Chris, his mind not accepting it. "And aware, too,"she said and frowned. "Why are you surprised? Isn't The Book Of Shadows the same as well?" Chris looked at her, quizzically. "Really? I thought that that was Great-grandma, Grams and Aunt Prue. They flipped the pages if we can't solve any demon problem," he asked. She gave him a smile. "Yes. That is their action but have you ever seen the book protected itself when someone other than the Charmed Ones or you brothers try to leave the house with the book," she asked. Chris nodded. "Well, there you have it. The book, in a sense, is well aware of its surrounding and alive. This way, no demon can steal the book." Chris thought about it and agree with what she said. "So, the amulet sensed that it was in danger and fled," she said.
He frowned. "But what does this amulet do?" he asked, "What kind of power did this Mozrel guy create it for?" She looked at him hesitantly. "At that time, Morzel believed that having control over all universe and dimensions is the key to absolute power," she stopped, biting her lower lip. Chris frowned. "Dimensions?" he asked. He noted that she looked even more nervous. "Yes. Alternate worlds, each different from one another. Essentially, he needed something that is capable of him to cross over to these different dimensions." A feeling of dread and disbelief ran through his mind. "You mean that Wyatt and me have..." he trailed, the truth running across his mind. She nodded, looking at him admittedly.
"Both you and your brother have just cross dimensions."
Arghh! Wyatt and Chris have crossed dimensions! What are they gonna do? How are going to get back home? Stay tune for the next chapter of The Mozrel Amulet!
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