Blurred Futures of Magic
Chapter 3
Dark truths
By: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed… boy do I wish I did though especially after it ended… sadly. But I do own Penelope and Phate!
A/N: WOW it has been way to long but I am here to continue writing. Sorry for the long delay, I will make up for it. But I will try and put a few things here and there more up to date, when I started this fic is was way before we knew that Chris was Wyatt's brother but thankfully I can still add that in. So here is the next chapter, I am sooo sorry once more. Enjoy!
The heat from the flames around the city began causing me to feel a little too warm. Sweat dripped from my brow and my skin moistened from the waves of warmth. The sight before us was something I had never wanted to see again.
Wyatt bowed his head in shame and took his focus away from San Francisco. So many things had changed since we had become imprisoned in that hell.
I know what you are all thinking, why didn't we just orb our way out considering my two dear cousins here are orbing compatible and me being able to shimmer. Well that is a good question but has a very good answer, the demons running that heap had some sort of spell on the place that would not allow any sort of shimmering or orbing in or out of the dump. And I'm talking heavy duty spellage.
We tried, trust me, and it didn't work out to well. If I remember correctly, it left me unconscious for two whole days. I don't know how it left Penelope or Wyatt, when I awoke they were standing there waiting for me to say something to know that I was alright.
"I can't believe this. I don't understand how we got out here." Penelope held her head in her hands. I could tell that she was quit upset, but we all were. This was new to us.
"I think those bastards are trying to play with us. Why would they just set us free? There has to be something dark and twisted behind it…" I tried to remember everything that the titan had said to see if he had mentioned anything about why we were standing where we were at this present moment.
"It doesn't matter; we can't stay here and allow them to recapture us. This is what we have been waiting for Phate. We need to get back to the manor and see if there's anything there." Wyatt had always been the wiser one in these sorts of situations.
It was hard for me to manage with these things anymore, between my visions and reality; I could barely tell which was which. Being locked in there for so long had done its toll on my mind.
"I agree, Chris could still be there waiting for us." Penelope couldn't help but smile. She and Chris had always been close. Considering they were both born around the same time, they grew inseparable.
If your wondering who Chris is, he is Wyatt's younger brother. During a hard time in Aunt Piper and Uncle Leo's relationship, they had rekindled their love and soon after found out that she was pregnant once more. That was a few years before I came into the picture though, so I only heard stories.
During our capture, we had managed to get Chris far from us. We led the demons to believe that we were the only ones of the 'Charmed' bloodline. All they knew is that us three were indeed 'The Charmed Ones', but Chris was one of us. His powers were never as strong as ours though, but he was still a Witch and White Lighter mix.
Without saying anything, Wyatt grabbed Penelope's and my hand, orbing us all to the manor. I always hated the feeling of orbing. The idea of you being pulled into a thousand little particles never sat well with my stomach. I much rather enjoyed shimmering over orbing any day. But at this particular moment, I think Wyatt was in much more of a hurry to insure our safety than to ask us for our permission to orb us half way across the city.
Landing at our destination, I shook my head wildly trying to calm my mind and stomach from the ride.
"Oh my god."
I could faintly hear Penelope's voice but didn't know exactly why she had said such a thing. Turning my attention to the image before us, my mouth too dropped.
Wyatt smiled as he walked up the steps.
"Home."
It was hard to believe the picture we saw. The manor, after all these years, stood before us perfectly in tact. Looking down the street there were very few houses that had survived the war, but the manor was still here and that was all that mattered.
We all made our way into the house, finding the door unlocked and shutting it behind us. The inside was a different story. The memories of our capture replayed in my mind, images of pain and dark magic. We hadn't come easily and it showed from the inside of our home. Things were broken here and there, and demonic magic marked the walls from energy balls.
"At least it's still here." I spoke softly, running my hand along the walls as we walked into the living room. It felt so good to be home, away from the hell hole that we had been forced to live in for the past three years.
Pictures covered the walls of our parents growing up, our grandmother with her lovely smile, of us from when we were small.
"Its been so long. I wonder if anyone is still here." Penelope stated stepping onto the bottom of the stairs.
"We still have to be careful, we don't know if they're looking for us or not. They must know this is the first place we would come to." Wyatt ran his fingers through his hair and sat down on the couch.
My eyes fell to the floor not wanting to take in our surroundings anymore. It pained me to think of the years we had spent away from our home. To think if our mothers even still existed.
"Chris!" Penelope's voice was just above a normal tone, she called out to our long lost cousin but we found no response.
"Where could he be now?" Penelope turned to me and bit her lip.
We both decided not to say anything more about it; we knew the topic was touchy for Wyatt. Chris was his younger brother after all.
"He's alive, I know he is." Wyatt spoke gently, closing his eyes and letting his hand run along the end of the garments we had been forced to wear.
This forced me to take in my own apparel. The clothing we wore was not suitable for us anymore; we were not locked away as prisoners.
"I wonder if our clothes still reside in the rooms." A smile lit both mine and Penelope's face as we rushed up the stairs and into the bedrooms.
Wyatt only laughed at us and followed behind.
The upstairs wasn't half as bad as the downstairs was. Finding the rooms still in tacked, this warmed my heart a little.
We all cleaned our appearance up, washing our faces, our hair, anything that was needed. Walking down the stairs feeling a bit more confident in myself, I couldn't help but smile. Today was like a dream already. It was as if none of this could be real. I did not dare to say it wasn't though, I've had my share of visions where I could of sworn they were really happening. But this was different, I knew this was happening.
As I came down the stairs, I found Wyatt looking through papers that were scattered on the coffee table, his appearance had changed completely. His hair for once was combed and I noticed it seemed a lot longer than before. That could also be because at the time it was full of sweat, dirt, and hadn't been washed in ages causing it to mat and curl.
Now, it hung a little past his ears, dark brown and very soft looking. His face, clean shaved and more pure than ever before. His clothes were clean and no wholes found anywhere, a nice pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. It was nice to see him like this once more.
Penelope brought her hand to rest upon mine on the banister with a smile. My eyes turning to hers I couldn't help but laugh. Her long red hair was let freely down around her shoulders, it had always been a beautiful color no matter our surroundings. Her face was colored ivory now instead of dirt stained. Her clothes were simple and bright, cackie pants and a pink tank top; it was odd seeing her in such bright colors. We had grown accustomed to our rags covered with stains and dirt.
"You could say something Phate, no need to just stare at us." I laughed at her remark and shook my head.
"Sorry it's just rather odd, us being here. Not seeing the dirt and darkness covering our figures."
"Look whose talking." Wyatt smiled at me and joined us at the banister.
"What?" I glanced at myself and shrugged. I was never much for bright colors, I decided to throw on a pair of worn jeans with holes torn in them here and there, and a black shirt that hung off my shoulders, the front reading 'I'm the wicked witch'. My long black hair was pulled into two low crazy buns, hair sticking out here and there.
"I found them in my mother's closet. They must be from her younger years."
We all laughed at this. It was nice to not look at everything so serious for a change.
"No sign of anyone here though." Penelope was the first to turn back into serious mode. Sighing, I said goodbye to the good few moments we had then and listened.
"The papers I found, they all have something to do with going to the past. It looks as if someone was researching our mothers past. I also found some spells." Wyatt took our hands and brought us to the couch.
"I think Chris went back to the past to try and stop the titans. If you remember we had planned that, all of us. We wanted to change this fate. I think he actually went through with it."
I bit my lip trying to comprehend everything that Wyatt was telling us.
"Isn't that against the rules?" Penelope was always one to follow rules.
"He wanted to save us, to save our family." Wyatt grabbed some of the documents and flipped through them, showing us the evidence.
"What do we do? We can't just sit here and wait for the demons to find us once more." I swore to myself right then and there I would never go back to that hell.
Wyatt threw the papers down. "We must try and find our parents. We need to know if the rumors are true. They can't be dead."
I shook my head and clenched my hands in my lap. I always hated talking about this subject. The idea of our parents dead was not something easy to think about.
"But how, we have no clues, no leads. We can't just walk out of here and expect everything to be clear skies." Penelope grabbed a small black zip-up sweater jacket from the chair next to her that she had brought down and slipped it on.
"Were the Charmed Ones Penelope. We're not just your normal every day person. We can actually defend ourselves. I think it would be good for us to use our powers. It has been a long time." I fisted my hands and stood up.
"It's time for us to take a stand. We can find them, we can fight."
Wyatt shook his head. "It's too dangerous for you two out there."
He always insisted on protecting us.
"We might be girls Wyatt, but last time I checked, both of us could clearly kick your ass. We have powers just as you do. You can't expect us to just sit here and let them come after us. We need this." For once in a very long time, I agreed with Penelope's statement.
"So it's settled then. We don't sit here. We fight, we find them. We do everything in our power to take these demon's down. And on top of that, contact Chris." Wyatt loved taking charge of the group but we had no complaints.
Smiling we all hugged each other. This was going to be a war like no other.
"We stand together." Each of us said.
I only hope that our powers are strong enough to begin this search.
A/N: End of this chapter! I know it took me forever. But I'm trying to just keep writing in all my fics right now. I hope you enjoyed and if you didn't, I apologize. But please don't forget to review!