Blurred Futures of Magic
Chapter 1
Explanations
By: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any thing from the show. But I own Penelope and Phate and any other OC characters. I do not own the idea of Chris's present time (from season finale) but I own this story and the plot.
A/N: I got this idea after watching the episode. I had this fic written, well parts of it before but used another character. So I decided its perfect for this. It's set in the beginning, the time Chris came from when he went back to the past or the present as we know it. And it's with the three new charmed ones, Wyatt already one of them, but Phoebe and Paige's children I made up. So I guess it would kinda be an AU, but please read! Hope you like!
Death. Nothing but blood red stained faces everywhere. Lightning covered the sky in a bright flash which soon brought forth rain. A drop fell upon my nose swiftly. Dripping down, slowly reaching my parched lips.
Blood?
The blood rain fled from the sky as it rained from the heavens. Screaming. Shrill screaming echoed through the plain surging through my ears.
Flash!
Another stream of lightning filled the blood red sky. Tears streaming down my worn face. My legs gave way as I hit the rather cold ground quickly and hard.
I let out a high scream as I hit the floor. Breathing rather hard I sat up and leaned my scared back against my bed. Hugging my knees to my chest I slowly rocked back and forth inhaling and exhaling as I closed my eyes tightly.
Another nightmare. But yet I do not see them as nightmares. More along the lines of a vision. Opening my eyes slowly I stared blankly around the dull cell I had been sent to. The cell had become my home a few months back. And yet I still wasn't used to it.
My name is Phate Halliwell. I am yet only 16 years old and I am kept in a mental asylum. They would rather not call it that. Their "School for the ill and gifted" is not somewhere you would want to grow up.
Reaching up to my bed I grabbed my damp blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders. Shivering slightly I noticed the rain surging through my cell window.
Tch. Of course, leave the broken and damaged cell to us.
Glancing over towards the other bedroll I noticed him still sleeping. Taking my pillow from my bed I threw it at him.
"Pst. Wyatt!" He didn't budge.
Wyatt was my cousin. Three years older then me, he holds us together.
"Phate. Quiet!" Penelope whispered softly towards me as if not to wake any other beings that slept amongst our world.
Turning to my side I glared at the young redhead. She was of the age 17. A year older then I. So that made me the youngest, yet one of the strongest witches known. That is not time to explain.
We are what our kind likes to call 'The Charmed Ones'. We come from a long line of the most powerful witches ever known. Although Wyatt is now known as a 'Warlock'. A war among the sexes of witches happened a few years back. Men no longer wanting to be known as witches, so became Warlock's. Warlocks were the formal name for a witch gone evil, they are now known as Dark Witch's and Warlock's. And the rest, I will leave out for now it will just confuse you.
The orderlies and workers here may I say don't really like us. For the late night torturing and experiments show that clearly. Here we are cursed to. Not able to escape just yet. The demons overrule this place, making sure we stay in line and out of their ways. But soon, very soon that will end.
Sorry, enough of my jumbled thoughts.
I wiped the sweat from my brow and took in some air. Thunder rumbled through the hallow walls of the school. Lightning lit the hall ways and the cold hard rain smashed into the windows brutally trying to break through.
We knew otherwise, for it wasn't just the rain. It was the power of the many demons that stalk us. Hunt us for our powers. Our parents linger somewhere we do not know of. Many of the demons are known as 'hell demons'. They attack dreamers as if they were food. Which maybe exactly what they were to them.
Sighing I hugged the blanket around me tighter. Penelope made her way down to the floor by my side. Patting my shoulder I grimaced with pain, her face filling with sorry and concern.
"Sorry Phate." Penelope was the middle one. We were as close as siblings, but cousins.
My eyes flew open, glowing a dull white as wind surrounded me looking as if the storm had entered our room. I saw them; they were headed to a cell. Our cell! No, this couldn't be true. Not again.
My eyes closed tightly as the vision ended. This is one of the many reasons I found myself in this place. My little encounters with the thoughtful future, past, or just something that maybe changed. Each of us had many powers we had yet to explore. The time we live in now would not allow us to practice them. The head nurse and doctor had called them a curse. Our powers? A curse?
I had learned awhile ago about these premonitions and my other powers. Wyatt had learned from his birth of his powers. His father being a White Lighter, he could orb, heal, and for some odd reason use a shield of some kind to block all evil. He contracted small powers from his mother, my aunt, but being able to freeze any moment anywhere completely. Uncle Leo had been proud of him, along with Aunt Piper.
Penelope, her mother being half witch and half White Lighter. She developed orbing, sensing, and healing like any normal White Lighter. Not full fledge, but useable. But oddly she cold also contract objects into anything she wanted. This obviously coming from her father who was a demonic witch. Aunt Paige had found love with him but he had been killed shortly after Penelope's first birthday. When the war had continued, I was born.
The titans had brought forth evil. But our mothers had fought their best. They were too much for them. Our mothers were forced to hide. Leo was supposedly killed, but no one believed it. Aunt Piper knows differently.
My powers coming from my mother Phoebe, premonitions. But not only could I receive these premonitions. I also had the ability to reach into minds and bring forth worst fears and illusions of my own, if wanted, destroying them from within. From my father, one of the many 'Cupid's', I am able to shimmer from the power of love. I also some what can feel others feelings, mostly love.
Enough explaining.
"Phate! What did you see?" Wyatt had made his way down to our sides, sensing my dream. Penelope brought her hand to my forehead. She was all for the White Lighter gig. One of the few left, but she was honored to take the title as a White Lighter.
Before I could tell them of my vision, our cell door opened.
A/N: Well what do you think of it so far? If ppl like it then I will continue it. So please leave a review telling me what you think. If no one likes it, then I will no longer write in this story. But thanx for reading!