Disclaimer: The Charmed Characters are the property of Constance Burge and Aaron Spelling. I just borrow them for your enjoyment
The lights shimmered and sparkled everywhere. It was as bright at night as it was during the day. Though now the city was more alive.
Each building surrounded by its own theme to entice the visitors inside. Some went home winners. Some went home losers. Some just went home having seen what had brought them their. The magic of the lights and shows.
But outside the city was something entirely different, nothing but darkness over the sand that surround the city.
He saw her standing in front of him defiantly. Almost challenging him to try anything. But he knew he was faster and stronger then she was. "You can not beat me witch. And you have tried my last patience."
"You killed innocent people. I can not let you continue."
"You are not strong enough to win. We both know that." he sneered at her across the dark desert sky. "But you can certainly try. I enjoy a little scrimmage now and then." He laughed as the fire sprang from his mouth heading right towards her.
She knew what was about to happen and she dove for the ground to her right. Taking in the sand to her hand she watched as he approached her. 'A little closer' she thought as he took one more step to her, then stopped. But she knew he was close enough as she thrust the sand into his face.
"You little." he cried out as the tiny particles entered into his eyes. But then he felt the kick to the side of his face sending him staggering backwards.
He shook off the hit as he heard her words over the air. She was actually going to try and vanquish him. He felt the burning flame inside him as her words started to take effect.
"This is not over witch. And I will continue to send you all to hell." He cried out as he threw another flame of fire at her, though this time anticipating her move he smiled as the flames engulfed her screaming body. A scream that was lost across the desert sands.
"I'm telling you Prue. The stuff in this store is gonna help us big time."
"Phoebe you've been looking for this stuff for weeks. And yet you still haven't found anything that is wildly helpful."
"What? Remember that last demon we vanquished? That was from the last book I got in here."
Prue cast a curious glance to her younger sister, "And I seem to recall Piper ending up on her ass in the middle of the kitchen and you covered in what could only be described as blue goo." She laughed at the memory. "And Piper looking more then slightly pissed off."
"It was just a minor calculation error, nothing more." Phoebe shot back as she reached for a book on the shelf. Only in doing so she brushed her arm by the woman that was standing at the table and her world suddenly went black and white.
Prue recognized the signs right away of her sister having a premonition and tried to ward off the curious look the woman was now giving them both.
Phoebe flew open her eyes and bent over in pain.
"Phoebs?" Prue placed her arms around her sister to help add any comfort she could.
"I just wanna go home." Phoebe said quietly, not sure of her own voice.
"Ok. Come on." Prue placed her arm around her sisters' waist and guided her to the door. Not paying any attention to the looks the two of them were getting on the way out.
She watched as the woman took in a breath and closed her eyes tight. She knew what was happening, as any one in the store probably did, and she watched as the two of them left in a hurry.
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"Marcie." the bookkeeper said as she approached her friend.
"She saw something Anna. You know that look as much as I do. She touched me and her world went into a vision."
"Look if she is a witch then she is not serious with her craft. I've seen her in here a few times. She buys either nothing or books that have no value to a true witch."
"No. She knows what happened to Alanna. I can feel it. They can help me." She said as she left the store in pursuit of the women who had just left.
Before she got past the front door she felt the hand on her arm.
"Marcie. Don't do this. You know what happened to Alanna. And you can not fight him. None of us can." Anna tried to explain to her friend.
"I will not believe that my sister is dead. She isn't. I would feel that inside me." She felt fresh tears running down her face, as she collapsed into her friends arms.
Prue glanced over at Phoebe, who had her head resting back against the headrest of Prues car. She could tell that what ever her sister had seen it had not been very pleasant for her. Even now her colour had not returned to her usually colourful face.
She reached over and placed her hand on Phoebes leg, "You ok Phoebs?"
Phoebe didn't answer. She just moved her hand to Prues and held it in hers. She was still fighting whatever it was she saw.
Pulling up the driveway Prue got out and quickly ran around to help Phoebe. Slowly making their way up the front steps and into the large Victorian Manor they shared with their middle sister Piper.
"Piper. Can you bring us a glass of water please?" Prue shouted through the Manor, not sure where her other sister was. "Here Phoebe, lay down for a bit." She requested as she helped her sister slide onto the couch.
She sat beside her as she ran her hand over the top of her head, brushing a stray piece of hair from her face, "Take your time honey. Tell us when you can."
Piper came into the living room with glass of water as Prue had requested, "You know if you two are to bushed to get your own water after shopping. I'm not going.." she was almost finished her sentence when she Phoebe on the couch, looking anything but healthy, "Phoebe? What happen?" she asked now with concern.
Prue didn't even take her eyes off Phoebe as Piper handed her the glass of water, "She got a premonition in the Wicca book store that nearly knocked her on her ass." Prue said helping Phoebe up enough to drink the water.
"What?" Piper looked at Phoebe, "Of what?"
"I haven't asked her yet Piper. I figured it would be better to get her home safely and then worry about it."
Phoebe closed her eyes to shut out the headache that was starting to reach her temples. She could hear her sisters talking but she shut them out as well. She could feel Prues hand on her head. Offering her comfort in her motherly way. Taking in one more deep breath she opened her eyes and pushed herself up on the couch.
"Easy Phoebs."
"I'm ok. Thanx Prue." She said seeing the concern in her oldest sisters eyes.
They both waited as Phoebe looked up at them.
"I've never felt anything that dark before. The whole premonitions was filled with darkness." She started. "That woman at the shop. I think she is in danger or someone close to her is."
"Do you want to go back there."
"No. Not yet." Phoebe said as she leaned back against the couch trying to get all her thoughts in order.
Piper looked across at her sister. Both her and Prue didn't envy Phoebe her power of sight. But it was times like this that they both wished it was theirs. "Honey what did you see?" Piper asked the question that Prue wanted to.
"It was dark mostly. But I think he killed her. No second thought about it. And he enjoyed seeing her burn."
"Burn?" Piper raised her eyebrows in worry.
"Yeah. He could throw fire with his mouth. Like a dragon but it wasn't a dragon." Phoebe drifted back to what she saw; "He was man. Or at least part of him was. His head was like that of a ram. Yet the horns where larger, darker. The evil that emanated from him was nothing I've ever felt before." She finished as she wrapped her arms around her body as if to ward off a chill.
Prue moved up next to Phoebe and wrapped her arms around her, "We'll figure it out Phoebs. Maybe tomorrow we can go back to that shop and find out whom that woman was you touched."
Phoebe rested her head against Prues shoulder, relishing in the comfort she got. She had a bad feeling about what she saw. But she didn't even know where to begin.
He paced back again inside the dark arena. He felt the ripple of good again. 'Another witch.' he thought.
"Your majesty." He heard the voice beside him as his servant handed him his sword. "There is another."
"I felt it too."
"But they can not defeat you sire. You are stronger then they."
Yes." He replied. Though he knew somewhere maybe. "There are none. And once I have killed them all. I shall rule this meager world."
He watched as his king moved quickly to his horse. He had to voice the question on his mind, "Sire. What of the ones that were foretold?"
He looked down from his horse to the servant that dared to bring up the subject.
"They are a myth. More so then I ever was. If the Charmed Ones do exist: let them try and defeat me. It will be three more notches to my sword." He sneered as he felt the evil laughter starting to emanate from his throat as he rode out to the screaming crowd, looking for the witch that was there now.