Chapter 13 - A Very Short Interlude
"How goes it?" a cloaked figure asked his compatriot as he entered the large spacious room which contained an archway stood on an island. The air in the middle of this archway shimmered with an otherworldly presence, and every so often, if you stay within close range of the archway, you can hear impossible whispers, the whispers of those who have passed on from this mortal plane.
"Everytime I seem to be getting close to understanding this damned thing, it throws a curveball at me and I start all over again" the second man replied.
"What is the latest?" the first asked
"Its very strange, I seem to be picking up life signs from the Arch but I just can't understand how"
"Well your shift ends in an hour, so make your preparations for the transfer" the first ordered before sweeping from the room. As the door to the room closed, the worker within the room had his back turned to watch his superior leave. This was a big mistake.
An elder man walked out of the shimmering air of the veil. He had sallow skin, thin and scratchy grey hair and blue/grey eyes. He had the appearance of a frail old man but he walked with a confidence and gait of power that betrayed his visage. The elder man waved his hand over the cloaked man's body, turned his palm towards his face, and smiled evilly.
"It seems that your worst fear is the very thing you are studying overpowering you and making you succumb to its call" the elder muttered to himself before he made himself invisible to the naked eye and sent a wave of power towards the archway. The cloaked man jumped frightfully when the whispers that can be heard from the archway grow louder. The man couldn't resist walking towards the archway, though you could see it as plain as day that he didn't want to do so and was fighting his bodies automatic response to the elder man's compulsions.
He finally breaks free just as he is two feet away from the archway but as he turns to run, his fear had overpowered him and he fell to the floor, a terrified look on his face, his complexion taken on an ashen white colour. The man whimpers to himself and curls into a ball on the floor, rocking himself back and forth. The elder man fades back into view and smiles as he holds his hand over the shaking man on the floor and grey coloured aura of power flowed from the terrified man on the floor to the elder being. He turns and goes to leave the room, taking a last look at the archway before he walks away, whistling a tune to himself while thinking
'You better watch yourselves Charmed Ones, like I said the last time we met, Fear always comes back'
(A/N Hello everyone! I know, I know. Where have I been?! I can't even give an excuse to you, just that I lost motivation to write, and now that I am working and studying towards a teaching degree, I have even less time to do so. Deepest apologies for leaving you all waiting so long! If anyone has any idea where the story could go next then please, don't hesitate to contact me as I am really struggling with writers block at the moment, for both this story, and for Harry Potter: The Twice Blessed Half Blood. Hope you all enjoyed this very short chapter, and those of you who know Charmed will certainly know that trouble is on the horizon! All the best, Please Read and Review! PotterheadedWhovian)