Clarke felt utterly hopeless. She was stuck taking college classes that corresponded with her undecided major. She just needed a sign, someone or something just needed to tell her what to do with her life. What path was she headed down? What was her fate? What was her purpose for being placed on this Earth? Clarke had no idea.
The middle sister shook her head in an attempt to rid the existential questions from her mind. When she stopped shaking, her eyes landed on Wells Jaha. The only good thing about this idiotic college class. Clarke bit down on her pen with a sly smile while eyeing him down, he was in the front row of the auditorium while Clarke sat closer to the back - farther away from attention. It was no surprise that Wells sat as close as possible to the professor, he had always been a scholar in the short few months that she had known him. They've been close friends for that time, and their friendship was budding on the edges of something a little more passionate and romantic. Of course, Clarke had feelings for him buried deep down within her, but she refused to acknowledge them unless she was absolutely positive that Wells felt exactly the same way.
"You're dismissed." Announced the bearded old professor as he crossed over to the portable chalkboard. Clarke had barely risen from her seat when Wells had rushed over to him.
He was beautiful, or at least Clarke thought so. He kept his dark hair short. His skin was sephia colored and flaw free. His eyes almost matched the color of his skin. He wall tall, taller than Clarke and his muscles showed through in all the right places.
"I've got a surprise for you!" he beamed, his pearly white teeth showing through his open mouthed smile. He handed her a single red rose, something he did very often.
Clarke couldn't help but smile back, "What is it?" she asked curiously, a hint of seduction embedded deep within her tone.
Wells gave off a small laugh, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." his menacing yet silly comment was followed by an awkward moment of silence Clarke had just finished packing her laptop into her backpack when she was being pulled by the hand by Wells, "Come on, we're going on an adventure." And with that, Wells led the middle sister out of the auditorium and into the brightness of the world.
Octavia was surrounded by white. White sheets, white walls, white floors, white furniture, white machines. The brightness of it all was blinding her.
She let out a pained groan and sat up on the bed she immediately tried to lift herself up off the bed, but she noticed there was a needle sticking out of her skin and connected to a machine that read her vitals. Octavia looked around the room - the typical setup for a hospital.
There was a sharp pain yet numbness in her right arm, and when her fingers went to go trace over the skin where the source of the pain was, the skin of her fingers were greeted by the texture of plaster. Octavia looked down; she saw her arm was in a white cast and that she was adorned in a hospital gown.
Octavia groaned once again and flopped back into the bed, laying down she stared up at the ceiling - trying to recall what event had landed her in here with a patient wristband wrapped around her incredibly small wrist. There was an unbelievable thirst in her, her mouth was incredibly dry and the lump at the back of her throat wasn't helping much. Octavia's fingers traced over the "call" button and she was just about to seek out some assistance when her eldest sister walked into the room. Her presence and body language didn't infer the angriness or bitterness Octavia had grown accustomed to throughout the years. Instead her mean and tough demeanor was replaced by something softer.
"Thank god you're finally awake!" praised Raven, rushing over to her sister to hug her.
"Ouch, ouch, my arm." Octavia winced as the pressure of Raven's body leaned on Octavia's broken arm.
"I'm so sorry!" Raven apologized, backing a few steps away from Octavia.
"What happened?" The youngest sister mumbled, fingers rubbing her throbbing temple.
"Doctors said you crashed your bike into the pavement. One broken arm and thirteen stitches to sew up a gash on your leg. You did save two little kids from being hit by a car though, so I guess you're a hero. I'd be surprised if the mayor didn't offer you a key to the city."
The memory of the accident had all came flooding back into Octavia's mind. She still wasn't sure how she saw what was going to happen before it happened and somehow managed to prevent it. But then, as if she was struck by lightning, a light bulb went off in her head.
"Melinda Warren..." the words fell from her lips, Octavia's voice trailing off into the distance. She was beyond terrified, the book of shadows was real! The three sisters were actually witches!
"What?" asked a bewildered Raven.
Octavia's strength came rushing back into her body, she jumped off the hospital bed and rushed around the room, undressing her gown and putting on the clothes she came in with.
"Octavia, what's going on?!"
The youngest sister finished putting on her pants and looked Raven dead in the eyes. "I got into the attic yesterd-" Octavia was cut off by Raven's shouts.
"What?! How?!"
Octavia raised a hand, a gesture for Raven to stop talking. "Let me finish! Anyways there was a book... a book of witchcraft. I read a spell from it and long story short, me, you and Clarke are witches. Our ancestor had three powers, to move things with her mind, stop time and to see into the future." Raven was speechless, Octavia tied on her shoes and continued speaking. "Before I fell off my bike, I saw those two boys get hit by the car, but it hadn't happened yet! That's how I was able to save them, I saw into the future." Octavia's muscles tensed, waiting for Raven's backlash.
The eldest sister was at a loss for words, there was so much information to process and she simply couldn't take it all in. "Witches, future..." Raven mumbled to herself trying to understand what the hell was happening. She was in a pure state of bewilderment, nothing seemed real and she was lost in her own thoughts. Octavia had to come over and literally shake her by her shoulders.
"Listen to me; we have to find Clarke, now!" Octavia shouted at her lost sister.
Raven was still shocked; she shook her head in a vain attempt to get back into the real world. "Ye - yeah." she stuttered, her hand reached out for the door, but before her fingers could even touch the doorknob, the door swung open all on itself. Raven almost screamed and fainted right then and there, but there was a nagging voice at the back of her head constantly reminding her that she was the oldest and that she had to stay strong for her sisters. In that moment, Raven stood up straight and took a deep breathe. "Well, I guess we know what Clarke can do."
"Wait, there's one thing I left out!" Octavia shouted to Raven who was already halfway out the door. Raven stopped dead in her tracks and turned on her heel.
"What?" Raven gritted through her teeth, knowing it wasn't going to be good.
"In the book I found in the attic, there were pictures of woodcarvings. It was ominous and vague, in the first carving the witches were in a slumber but in the second carving it looked like the witches were fighting different incarnations of evil..." Octavia trailed off, trying to remember other details of the book.
"Evil fighting evil, that's a twist." Mumbled Raven with an eye roll, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Actually we-" Octavia pointed to Raven and then to herself "Are not evil, we're The Charmed Ones, protectors of the innocent. All witches are good, but once they commit an evil act of magic - they become a warlock. A warlock has only one goal: to kill a witch and steal their powers."
"Okay, okay! What do the carvings have to do with us?" Raven demanded, her mind wandered off to Clarke who was probably stopping time left and right.
"I think that as long as we were in the dark about who we were, we were safe but-"
"Not anymore." Raven finished.
"Wells, where you are you taking me?" Clarke giggled, pawing at Wells' hands covering her eyes. Although Clarke couldn't see she could hear him laughing behind her, and with all the noise and chatter around her, it sounded as if they were walking on a busy street. The voices and noises faded within in a few moments however, eliciting a small cold shiver from the middle sister. Wells turned Clarke down a different road and Clarke could distinctly hear the sound of a rusty door opening.
"Just a few more steps..." Wells informed Clarke "... And." he said, dragging out the "A". He quickly removed his hands from Clarke's face and left her to marvel in the sight of the building's interior.
It was just an abandoned building, with boxes and crates stacked up in every corner. Half sawed wood planks lay cluttered around the floor, dust and cobwebs collecting on every single piece of untouched space.
Clarke was bewildered, scratching at her head. "What is this?" She asked, turning her body a full 360 degrees, trying to get a good look at the abandoned room. She wandered over to a dusty and dirty window and looked out of it, not a single soul wandered the streets down below. "Where are we?" she whispered to herself.
"It's your surprise." barked Wells, his tone shifting from his usual light hearted one to something beyond menacing - something purely demonic.
Clarke spun on her toes to face Wells. He was hunched over with a silver dagger in one hand, his mouth was snarled and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Wells?" she questioned, refusing to believe that the terrifying slightly deformed human standing before her was the guy she had fallen for in these past few months.
Upon hearing his name, the man took a few steps closer, his fingers gripping the dagger tightly.
"Wells, stop it! You're scaring me! I'm serious!" Clarke shouted at him, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She took a step back, but there was nowhere to go, her back was against a window and Wells had her cornered. Clarke's heart began thumping in her chest, the sound of a drum beating in her ears. She was shaking uncontrollably and sweat had begun to build up on her forehead. Clarke clenched her fists, ready to attack, but she had never physically fought anyone before and she didn't nearly possess the same strength Wells did.
"So am I, god damn it!" The monster barked at her, Clarke winced. "See, I've waited six fucking months for this! I knew that once your old witch of a grandmother croaked that you and your sister's powers would be released. Powers that would reveal themselves after you three united once again! All that was needed was for Octavia's return."
All of Octavia's words from the morning flashed in Clarke's brain. Clarke had refused to believe that what Octavia read in the book of witchcraft was real, but here she was about to be killed by a man who spoke of powers Clarke didn't even knew she had. "Why are you doing this?!" Clarke yelled at him.
Wells raised his hands, and flames shot out from his fingertips. "Oh baby..." he whispered softly. "I've been killing witches for months, stealing their powers… but I've had enough of stealing weak powers that get me nowhere. I want something bigger and better - yours and your sisters!" Wells advanced on Clarke, knife raised in the air, he yanked her by her sweater with his free hand. The moment his hand came down, Clarke closed her eyes and a scream escaped from her lips, her hands went up defensively. She waited for it to be over, she waited for the eternal darkness that accompanied death, and in her last moments the only thing she could think about was Raven and Octavia. She waited for the dagger to pierce her skin and cut into her flesh, but the searing pain never came. When she opened her eyes, she saw Wells was frozen in place.
"What the..." Clarke whispered quietly, she waved his hand in front of Wells' face, but not a single part of him moved. She took advantage of the odd situation and pushed past Wells, and took off running for the door.
"I've called her 10 fucking times!" Raven was pacing around the living room, panic apparent in her voice. "Her phone is off!" She yelled, throwing her phone down on sofa.
Raven's eyes darted up to the clock hanging on the wall; it was almost eight o'clock. The sun had fully set and the moon was rising. Clarke's classes were over seven hours ago, she should've been home by now. "I'm getting worried!" Raven yelled out to Octavia. Just then, Octavia came bolting down the door the stairs with the Ouija board in her hands.
"Well, I tried contacting her with this and it didn't work. So we know she's not dead." Octavia reported, flipping over the Ouija board, her fingers traced over the wooden design and the inscription carved within. An inscription she had never noticed before. "The power of three will set you free - Love, Mom." she whispered a loud.
"What are you talking about?" asked Raven, walking over to her younger sister.
"There's an inscription on the board." She answered, handing Raven the board so she could take a look for herself.
The noise of the door opening and slamming shut made both of the sisters jump into the air. The cause of the noise was Clarke rushing into the house. She didn't look like the usual calm, bubbly Clarke however. Her light demeanor was replaced by something of pure terror; she seemed oddly out of place. She struggled with the lock of the door, not even taking in that her sisters were standing right behind her; she was too preoccupied with trying to get to safety. Clarke even grabbed the table that was situated in the entrance hallway, pushing it towards the door and using it as a barricade.
"Clarke, what's going on?!" demanded Raven.
Clarke snapped back into reality, "We don't have much time! Look Octavia, in the book of shadows, did it say anything about how to get rid of a - a" She was at a loss for words to describe the demon that Wells had become.
"A warlock?" Octavia blurted. Clarke nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat, still shaking from fear.
"I'm calling the cops." Raven chimed in, rushing into the living room to grab her phone. When she came back into the entrance hallway, Clarke stole the device away from her and set it down on the table.
"What are you gonna tell them? That we're witches? That a man with powers beyond comprehension is trying to kill us? Even if the police did come, Wells would kill them in less than a second. And then we'd be next."
"I have an idea." Octavia interjected, taking off up the stairs and towards the attic "Come on!"
The three sister witches sat in a circle on the floor, lit candles surrounded them, in the middle of the circle was a single pot. The book of shadows rested on Octavia's lap.
"Okay, now we placed nine candles anointed with spices and oil in a circle." Octavia stated.
"Where's the rose that Wells gave you?" Asked Raven, Clarke was shaking back and forth on the forth on the floor, but she retrieved the destroyed rose which she had quickly crammed in her pocket back on campus.
"Right here." she whispered, holding the rose within her fingers.
"And now the poppet." Octavia declared, handing it to Clarke. "Read the spell and then place the thorns into the doll."
Clarke nodded, taking in a deep breathe, clutching the doll a little closer to her chest "Your love will wither and depart, from my life and my heart, leave me be, Wells, and go away forever." Clarke whispered, choking on the words, before pushing two rose thorns into the poppet. Clarke exhaled while placing the punctured poppet into the pot. Within an instant, the pot caught fire and exploded. The three sisters screamed and jumped back, the fire extinguished on its own, and the contents of the pot were now only a charred doll and black rose.
"The spell is done." Octavia stared blankly. She refused to make direct eye contact with her sisters, and instead stared deep into the pot, as if the pot didn't have a bottom and went on forever. There was something odd stirring within the youngest sister, Octavia liked the idea of being odd, but she didn't like the dangers attached.
"I can't believe that Wells was a warlock this whole time." Clarke whispered, her voice weak. Her heart beat slowly; she was trying to process what the hell was going on. She was trying to understand why she had fallen for Wells, an evil being who was now trying to kill her and her sisters. She was trying to understand why he hadn't killed her way back when; did he really have feelings for her? Or was he just lying in an effort to secure himself within her life, so he could find the find the perfect moment to kill her. Romance never worked out well for Clarke.
"It's okay. Let's just hope the spell worked." breathed Raven, her arms around Clarke in an effort to console her younger sister.
"It had to have worked, the pot blew up for god's sake." muttered Octavia.
The three sisters reached the bottom of the stairs and stood around awkwardly in the entrance hallway. "What if - what if it didn't work?" questioned Clarke, her eyes wide with horror at the thought. In that moment, there was a loud bang on the door. All three sisters screamed in unison. The bang was followed by another, and another and another. Raven stepped in front of her two sisters. There was one final bang, and the table that Clarke previously barricaded the door with went flying across the room. The doorknob turned slowly and on the other side was Wells. Although he didn't look like Wells, tons of thorns protruded from his skin – he literally looked like a walking rose thorn.
"The spell didn't work, Octavia!" Raven yelled, extending her arm out, acting as a barrier between the warlock and her sisters.
"I can see that!" Octavia retaliated.
"Hello, ladies..." Wells spoke confidently, his true pure evil, demonic voice showing through the charming voice he had used on Clarke for the past few months.
"Clarke, Octavia! Get upstairs now!" Raven yelled, the other two girls took off running. Raven waved her hand at the man hoping that her power would work. Fortunately, it did. Wells went flying a few feet into the wall.
"Cool parlor trick, bitch. You were always the strong one, Raven. Didn't even cry at your own mother's funeral."
"And I won't be crying at yours either." Raven waved her hand again, sending Wells flying into the parallel wall. Raven took off running up the stairs, joining her sisters in the attic.
"He's right behind me." Raven bellowed with fear, taking advantage of her newfound power to move chairs and tables with her mind in an effort to barricade the door. "We need a plan quick." she demanded, looking towards her youngest sister. "Octavia, please tell me you have something?!"
Octavia barely had time to answer when an evil, menacing laugh boomed from outside the door. "You can't keep me out, witches!" bellowed Wells. The three sisters back away from the door just as the tables and chairs Raven used to barricade it explode into thin air, the door slams open.
Wells waved his hand; a circle of fire instantly surrounded the sisters. The heat spread all throughout the room. Octavia could barely breathe; she began gasping for air, the air that the fire was stealing.
"We're trapped!" Clarke yells.
"Come on, we'll face him together!" Octavia yells over the roar of the fire. "The inscription! On the back of the Ouija board!"
The other two sisters immediately latch onto the plan. The sister witches begin chanting in unison, "The power of three will set us free! The power of three will set us free! The power of three will set us free! The power of three will set us free!
As the sisters chant the incantation, Wells yells over them menacingly "I am not the only one! I'm one of millions! In places you can't even imagine! In forms you would never believe! We are all around you! You won't be the last! You will never be safe! And you will never be…free!" As he yells his last words, Wells explodes in a series of white flashes. No trace of him is left behind as the ring of fire disappears. The room comes to a dull quiet as the three sister witches embrace.
Raven stands on the entrance steps of the Victorian manor that her grandmother willed to her and her sisters after her death. She takes a sip from her coffee and bends over to grab the newspaper.
"What are you doing out here?" Octavia yells out to her from the front door.
"Grabbing the paper." Raven responds. As soon as Raven grabs the paper and stands up straight again, she's face to face with her neighbor; Finn Collins. Finn was more around Octavia's age, and he and his family had been living right next door to their grandmother for about five years before the sisters moved back in. He was a very calm guy, modern day hippie, vegetarian, always trying to create peace wherever he went. After a while, his personality started to bug you, it made you wonder how someone could be so kind. Physically, he was attractive, piercing brown eyes that made him look like a sad puppy, hair that extended to his neck, and it was easy to tell that his muscles were well defined underneath his clothing. Octavia had a slight crush on him, but that was years ago.
"Finn, hi!" Raven acknowledged her neighbor.
"Hey Raven, listen - I uh - heard a huge commotion last night, everything okay?" he questioned, his facial expression showing nothing but pure concern.
Raven nodded, "Everything's great." Her words were a lie but it put the man at ease. There was nothing else she could tell him, it wasn't like she could that her and her sisters were battling a warlock and dealing with the idea of witches. She flashed a smile before turning away from the man.
"I think he knows about us." Observed Octavia.
"Who would ever believe him?"
"That's true. So what are we gonna do now?" Octavia wondered. Octavia was the only sister who really processed what all this information meant. One, they were witches, and not just regular witches, but the most powerful trio of witches the world will ever know. Two, their powers would grow beyond belief. Three, the evil didn't just stop with Wells, there are thousands of others out there just like him. Four, they would never be safe. And Five, they would never live normal lives again.
"Same thing that we've always done. Borrow each other's clothes, steal each other's food and call dibs on hot guys. But no matter what, we'll always be sisters, right?"
"Yeah, sister witches." Octavia reassured her.
Raven just smiled. Octavia walks off into the kitchen while Raven stands in place behind the door, just watching the world from the safety of her own home. "You coming?" asked the youngest sister.
"Just a second." Raven takes a deep breathe in, and smiles, she knows that everything will be okay as long as her sisters are by her side. As she exhales, Raven lifts two fingers and waves them in the air – with just a little bit of magic, the door closes on its own.
What'd you guys think of the first episode/chapter?
