Thank you for reviewing! Persia and Paris have a step/half brother called Jake, he is the son of James, a Witch who married Paige, and Paris's father. He will not be in the Dark Age chapter(s). Petty is six and a half, Wyatt is ten, Paris is six, and Jake is 11. Jake will not be a bad kid, but his dad teaches at magic school, so he will not be shown much as he is often there too.
Chris and Persia landed in a dark alleyway, next to a woman they recognised.
She jumped as they landed beside her, but smiled when she saw their frightened faces.
"Hello young travellers. I am Prudence Warren. Pray, tell me what are your names." The daughter of Melinda Warren said.
Persia recovered first. "My name is Persia Brody, and this is my cousin Chris Halliwell. We are Witches, although we used to be part whitelighter, until his brother, our cousin, and my baby sister sent us here, with a spell to stop us from using our whitelighter powers. We don't know how to get back!" Persia sobbed, quietly. She didn't know if there were witch hunters near by, or demons. She just knew that there was evil around.
"Tell me the manner of this spell. I may be able to assist you." Prudence asked.
"It sent us to a time of night, no specifications on how to get back, we have to fight evil that is everywhere, but never lets you know it's there, and we will be gone until at least midnight in our time. We're from the future." Chris explained.
Prudence smiled grimly. "I thought as much. I stayed in the twenty first century for a year, although I am first to admit I spent it in Magic school. A time of night must mean a dark age, meaning little was recorded during that time, so little is known. Your family must have thought it meant evil, which, in this case, it does. My friends," Prudence looked downcast. "Welcome, to the dark age of Camelot. I came here to rescue my daughter from Morgan le Fay, half sister of Arthur, and the current wielder of Excalibur."
Chris and Persia absorbed the fact, and then seemed to agree that it was okay, they were going to live through this.
"Can we help? I know a few things about Excalibur, Persia's read about this Dark Age, and Morgan, and we both know a thing or two about magic. And by that, we mean we know a lot." Chris pleaded.
Prudence blinked, confusion in her brown eyes, and she ran a hand through her black hair. She looked a little like Paige, but not quite the same.
"You want to help? This doesn't scare you?" She asked, unsure she wasn't hearing things.
Chris nodded, and when Prudence said they wouldn't blend in, he cast a spell.
His jeans and top became a peasant boy's outfit, his almost cropped hair grew so it hung just above his ears, and his face became smudged with dirt, and his serious blue eyes looked tired.
Persia ended up with a milkmaid dress, but she had no cap. Her dark brown hair instantly became ruffled and tangled, but not tuggy, just enough so that she looked like she had been outside all day, and it had been windy. Her playful brown eyes lost their sparkle, and looked tired, while her milky white skin had dirt on it. She no longer looked so much like her mother.
Prudence nodded in approval, her own dress already perfect for the occasion.
"Shall we proceed?" Chris questioned, startling Prudence. His voice no longer sounded American, and it sounded weary.
She nodded curtly, and put her hands on their shoulders, intending to lead them into the street, when she gasped and shut her eyes.
She was having a premonition.