Charmed Kitsune
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NarutoxPhoebex Prue x Piper x ?
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''Normal Speech''
Inner Thoughts, Dialogue, or reading passages from books and scrolls
(Quick Notes and Messages or Echoes.)
(Dark over lapping echoes)
''Boss Summons, Demons, Dark beings speaking, Demonic/Angry characters Speaking as well as extremely Dark spells and Magic.''
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Story Start
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The woman that Naruto brought was an older woman. She was distinguished looking and dressed as a Priestess. To say she was enthused to meet the Charmed Ones was an understatement.
The three sisters though, having lived the life of a civilians they were still coming to terms with magic. It hadn't quite sunk in that they were magical celebrities.
Aubrey as the woman introduced herself decided to start off with some simple. Gathered in the living room with cups of coffee and the Book of Shadows nestled in Prue's lap Aubrey began to speak. ''Let's start with something simple. I was told by Naruto you just recently came into your powers and unaware of many of the rules and stipulations. So I have to ask, what do you know about being a Witch?''
Phoebe was the first to answer. ''That they're practitioners of magic and that they're protectors of innocent who fight evil.''
The woman took a slow, tentative sip. She was getting on in years. The old woman merely chuckled. ''Appears your friend wasn't lying. He only knows of what he has observed, but no deary witches are more than just crime fighters. While it is true that witches have been partaking this practice within the last seven hundred years or so, our origin is that of healers.''
''If you don't mind me asking. What happened about seven hundred years ago?'' Piper piped up.
''The extinction of an entire clan of witches a group of warlocks had gathered together with the intent to murder and steal the power of the witches. Though because the matron had the power of premonition she and her clan removed their powers and sealed them away. No one knows where these items are, but it is rumor that only none-magical users are able to use the power of these items as long as they are within possession.''
''Well if they knew the attack was coming? Why didn't they fight back?'' Prue pointed out, the grip on her cup tightening and a cold look formed in her eyes every day her hatred of warlocks being fueled by new revelations.
''These were witches of the old way. They were healers and practiced none-violence. They would hope to dis-way the Warlocks peacefully, especially if they had nothing to gain. The Warlocks killed them regardless, because it was unheard of a magical user to bind or remove their powers, let alone an entire family line.''
''In other words they couldn't see past their own greed with reason.'' Piper declared.
''That is one possibility, yes.'' Aubrey nodded. ''Though as a result of this, many witches were spurred into what you long ladies are today. Another thing is that Witches, original witches chose to become evil. It was never something inherited, why yes the magic is hereditary young ones often had to be ordained by the High Priestess of a clan. It has never been an obligation. It was our choices to be healers, teachers, and spiritual leaders; in fact the original interpretation of witch meant wise one, before we were turned into green skinned cackling hags in folklore and movies.''
''So we're not supposed to be fighting demons and warlocks? But what can we do when they come after us or innocent people?'' Phoebe asked as Aubrey took a deep breath. The woman placed her cup on a coaster and shifted a bit. She wished she had brought her chair. The seat she was sitting in was too soft on her back.
''Oh no deary, I think its admirable you young ladies have been doing such heroic things. I am just merely educating you that there is an origin to magic that you've been denied. There is so much you aren't aware of. About honoring the old Gods and Goddesses, through magic whether we're Wiccan or other believers of any kind of Pagan religion. It is the path to spiritual self-realization."
''But you told us that were witches who tried to follow that and were slaughtered by Warlocks.'' Prue argued. ''What good is being a healer if we aren't using our powers to vanquish every demon and warlock we come across?''
A sharp exhale escaped Aubrey's breath. 'This child is a strong-willed one. Just like my granddaughter.' Aubrey thought she shook her head. ''Not all demons are evil my dear. Warlocks, wizards, witches and other matter of creatures are living beings like us. Most of them aren't given the option to explore a morality other than that of evil. After all, witches can fall to darkness and as you all know humans are just as capable of evil.''
Various people flashed through their minds. Roger, Piper's attacker, the Dream Sorcerer. It was true, people were just as capable of evil, but they haven't encountered any good demons or warlocks. ''I'll believe they're good ones as soon as I see one.'' Prue bitterly remarked.
Aubrey could definitely see the oldest one was stubborn. 'Well, the best teacher is experience.' she thought. ''Since we're going over history, I suppose we should cover the history of Wicca across the world.'' at that, a loud groan escaped Phoebe's list. She wanted to learn about magic or how to learn some cool moves. She didn't sign up for a history lesson.
With that a few more days had past. As time went on the girls learned more about being a witch. There was also the fact about the initiation ceremony. It was agreed that instead of the usual year time frame, that the sisters would be initiated after a month had passed in their world, while the majority of their training time would be spent in another world.
Since the girls weren't actually initiated to be travelers, they could only spend the equivalent of a year outside their own realm. At the end of that year Aubrey would initiate them. At the end of the fifth day the sisters were learning about reeds.
Phoebe hesitated before she asked, "What about personal gain? You didn't bring that up,'' Phoebe cut in. Aubrey was ready to go and Phoebe wondered why the woman didn't cover that.
''Personal gain Ooh that,'' the woman remarked with a frown. The distaste on her face shocked the three women. Aubrey was something of an elderly woman, sweet and rather soft spoken. Though, the look on her face and the distaste of her voice was rather cold. ''I don't know when that nonsense began, but it isn't part of being a Witch. I've seen so many good and wholesome young girls who drove themselves to worry and ragged to avoid personal gain. They were so afraid to ever do anything for themselves. While it is good to be selfless, one should never feel like they should sacrifice themselves and their happiness. Our laws support using our magic to defend. We heal, but we do not impose our rules on others. We are human beings after all. We all make mistakes and deception is a terrible thing and that's how I feel that personal gain reed is something to goad witches into being the perfect good.''
''Well I used magic to win the lottery when I gained my powers.'' Phoebe argued. ''The winning ticket disappeared, why did that happen?''
''You used your magic to take what rightfully belonged to someone else. Your intent was one of selfishness and would have harmed the rightful user. Magic itself corrected that mistake. Now do you have any other questions?'' she asked as the sisters shook their head.
''I think we're done for now.'' Prue answered. Piper got up and took Aubrey's cup who promptly thanked her. Prue helped the woman up and walked her down to her car.
''I know you're angry Miss Halliwell, but please don't let your rage consume you. When darkness festers it leads to consequences.'' the woman cautioned.
''I'll keep that in mind.'' Prue replied, though it was evident that she was rather set in her belief.
Aubrey realized that Prue was going to have to learn the lesson on her own. Prue watched the woman drive away before pulling out her cellphone and dialing a number. ''Its me. We need to talk.'' she said as she went back to the house. An hour later Pink-chan and Blue-chan entered.
''Hey Blackie!? Whactha need?'' Blue-chan asked as Blue chan hopped back on the bed and spread out.
''Original, this must be serious.'' Pink remarked as unlike her counterpart she chose to stand.
''I've been avoiding this for too long. I have nothing against you two, but I really need to deal with these issues. And that means realizing my sisters are adults now and that I don't have to take care of everything. That I have a strong, dependable, loving man by my side and that hating my father is pointless, it'll all only breed misery.'' as she finished her speech Blue-chan squealed and hugged.
''I'm so proud of you.'' she remarked.
''That is very wise of you Original. I hope you realize now that this means you deserve a break every once in a while.'' Pink-chan remarked. A knock on the door garnered their attention.
''Come in,'' Prue stated as Naruto came in.
''Hey Prue-chan. I got your message.'' Naruto said as he went over and kissed Pink-chan. He then went over to the bed and also kissed Blue-chan and Prue on the chek. ''So what's up Prue?''
''I'm finally coming to term with my issues with Blue and Pink. There's also something that I've been thinking about. Normally I would never consider doing this, but, well since the others are technically me...'' she trailed off. It took a few seconds but Naruto realized what Prue was suggesting. And with that Naruto had a hell of night.
In a church somewhere in San Francisco. "I wake up at night. My heart pounding, a voice whispering in my head 'You're a fraud. You can't fool God." a young man who suspiciously looked like an NCIS Agent admitted to the priest that occupied the seat next to him. The young man drew a hand through his light brown hair, a show of his frustration.
The priest turned to the young man and took the younger man's hand in silent support.
"These are not new fears, Brendan." He started, but took a moment to compose himself before continuing again. "I've watched you grow. Wept for you, rejoiced in you, you are not a fraud. I know your heart."
Brendan shook his head slowly and dropped his gaze. "You don't know my family, Father." He whispered. "Generations of evil, evil that's in my blood." Brendan explained softly.
"The blood of the sacrament washes it clean." The priest assured him.
"Hello, Brendan." A third party joined the conversation. Brendan spun around and jumped to his feet as he recognized the two men that stood behind him. The one in the front, the obvious leader, was the one that had spoken.
"Long time, no see." The man slightly behind the first greeted.
Brendan stared in shock at them for a few moments before he even thought about replying. "How'd you find me?" Brendan demanded with a glance over his shoulder at the priest that had been helping him.
"Yeah, good to see you too." The leader returned sarcastically. His eyes flickered to land on the priest and a wicked grin pulled at his features. "We didn't mean to interrupt your conversation. We'll wait outside for you so we can have a family reunion." He decided, lightly pushing the other man toward the exit. After a few moments of silence, he followed, leaving Brendan and the priest behind inside the church.
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Chapter End
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AUBREY: English unisex name derived from a French form of the Germanic name Alberic, meaning elf power, from alb elf and ric power Alberic was the name of a legendary sorcerer king of the elves.