Author: Mind-Mage.
Summary: Phoebe gets pregnant with Cole's child and a Prophecy of the Two Children of Power is made, only the Angels of Destiny's plans have to change as Phoebe unknowingly happens to change there plans with a botched up Abortion Spell, this story will eventually Crossover to LotR.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or Lord of the Rings.
Two Children of Prophecy
Chapter One: Darklighter Alara
Alara sighed in frustration as she glared across the park to the Charmed One's Manor, she had an hour to find a young girl, she was to be a Wiccan Witch not powerful but enough to be a threat to lower level demons, the only problem was that as a Tracker Darklighter she had the ability to sense Wiccan Magic and Whitelighter Magic and track it to it's source the problem was trying to find a tiny Aura of a young child so close to the three most powerful witches in existence meant that she could only sense them and there house and nothing else, there had to be thirty or so kids in the park and only one of them she had to kill, if she took them all out she would be tracked down, by not only the Charmed ones the Elders and every other nosy busy body on the light side till she was found.
Just as she was moving over to a young girl playing by herself she felt the stay tingle of magic though it was more potent than a child as she turned she was hit by a powerful wave of magic, she could see the white glow of a Whitelighter or even an Elder, she winced as she panicked, she gathered her power and allowed it to create a wave of magic from her as she Dark Orbed away, she watched as her form quickly took on a puddle of purple and black energy, she suddenly felt a hot flush explode in her, as she disappeared.
When she reappeared in her room in the Underworld 10 miles below Sydney Australia, she collapsed and convulsed in pain as her stomach exploded, or at least felt like it did, she groaned and rolled over as her stomach stopped hurting, she growled and said "God damned Whitelighters and Witches," she stomped over to a set of draws and opened the middle one and raked around in anger as she looked for something, "Ah hah, found it," she pulled out a bag, it was an old leather sack with a string to close the opening it was made of dark red silk, consequently it belonged to a over confident busy-body witch almost 400 years ago, it was an old witches crystal sack, she pored out the contents of the bag on the flat top of the draws and froze in shock and dawning Horror.
The contents of the bag was small Crystals of all different colours, she had been looking for a purple one that would tell her if she had been placed under a spell or if she was hurt in some way, but lying there on the draw top was only one single glowing crystal – it was a pale blue colour and she knew instantly as she looked at it what the glow meant, this particular crystal told you if you were pregnant or not, her friend gave her it once as a joke, he was a Darklighter that spread destruction and discord by tainting a witches bloodline's with his own progeny he used these crystals all the time to tell him if his target was pregnant or not.
"WHAT!! I can't be pregnant I haven't fucked a chauvinist pig in 600 Years, How the fuck has this happened." Alara Dark Orbed out into the Sources throne room in kneeling position, "Why are you here? Tracker," said a malignant and dark voice that seemed to come from everywhere, making body shiver in fright, he might not be the source yet but Zankou was an extremely powerful Upper-Level Demon.
"I'm pregnant, Zankou," she said it in a soft voice, but he heard her all the same, "and what do I care if you are pregnant or not, it only mean's in the future I'll have one more servant," Alara's jaw clenched as she was called, inadvertently, a slave, "That's a problem in itself Zankou, I haven't had intercourse in over 600 years, how do you suppose I got pregnant," there was a condescending note to her little speech as she took satisfaction in the growl he made but the smirk she had was wiped off her face as a massive blow came to her bowed head as she was kicked across the room into the cave wall.
"Do not presume you can speak to me like that Alara, you won't survive next time." She bowed and Dark Orbed out her head was killing her, she didn't care enough to try and find out why it happened it already had, she sighed she needed to get another assignment.
The End of Chapter One: R&R