AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE SCOOBY DOO FRANCHISE!!!!
Practical War,
Chapter Four: A Long Overdue Meeting,
Melinda sent a shiver down her spine as they came to a black river, it's waters swirling with objects that were either utterly destroyed, or purposefully damaged to mock the owner. She noticed that these items were from the Mortal World, college degrees, diplomas, antiques, paintings, even armor floated by through the river.
"Allou, what are these?" Melinda asked, indicating the objects in the dark water below. Allou sighed and shook her head with pity.
'Those, young one, are forgotten dreams of the no-longer living souls that inhabit these depressing realms. Goals that were never accomplished, life-long dreams that were shattered, if you can name it, it is most likely floating through this river, a reminder to the souls of what never was.' Allou explained, her head bowed before she once more began walking. Melinda looked for one last time into the dark waters, watching long-lost dreams flow by.
"Velma? Velma, are you still there?" Madelyn's voice asked from the phone. Velma shook herself back into reality.
"Yea.... Did you say Οι Τιτάνες?" Velma asked, hoping that she had only misheard Madelyn.
"Yes, do you know who they are? Or what it means?"
"It means The Titans in ancient Greek." Velma explained. "Look, Madelyn, I don't think you'll be very safe at the school, I want you to slip away if you can. Bring Marlon, Whirlen, and Crystal if you need to, just evacuate immediatly. Do you hear me? Immediatly." With that, Velma hung up and raced to the toy room.
Meanwhile, in the Shadow Realm, Allou, Arya, and Melinda had arrived in front of a mansion that looked achingly familar to Melinda. It was the manor her mother left to her, the shadow version. They stepped inside and the door closed behind them on it's own. Melinda gasped at the two figures lingering in the hallway. They were shadow spirits yes, but they were more than that, they were her parents.
"Mother?" Melinda whispered, unbelieving. Piper Cromwell stood before her, her long brown hair flowing to her shoulders, wearing the clothes that she died in, a small, purple frock, red high-heels, and a rose pinned into her hair. She nodded and Melinda ran over to her, wrapping her arms around her mother for the first time since she was a toddler. The man standing beside them was Samuel Bennette, Melinda's father. Melinda released her mother and turned to face her father for the first time in her life. He was a handsome man, with black hair and chocolate-brown eyes. He was wearing a black blazer and a white, button-down shirt underneath, complete with a red tie, black pants, and dress shoes. Though Melinda had a hunch that at home he'd be the man in a flannel shirt, wrangler jeans, boots, and a southern draw.
"Melinda," Was the only word that he spoke as he took her into an uncertain hug.