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Chapter 1:The Power of Three Revealed
(To keep with continuity, this is the end of Phase 1 of the MCU and end of Season 1 of Charmed. Later seasons of Charmed will integrate with the MCU going into Phase 2 and 3. Please enjoy and all reviews are welcome, I'm a new writer in the world of Fan Fiction).
2013 - SHIELD HEADQUARTERS
It's been almost a year since the Battle of New York and Earth's Mightiest Heroes stopping Loki and his invading Chitauri Army. Nick Fury sat in the dimly lit room at SHIELD headquarters, staring at a series of reports spread across his desk. The events of the past year had been nothing short of extraordinary, even in a world where aliens and superheroes were becoming the new norm. The Battle of New York had shaken the world to its core, and Fury's concerns were not limited to the immediate aftermath. There were rumblings of supernatural occurrences that had been cropping up all over the globe, and he couldn't ignore them any longer.
"Maria," Fury barked, summoning his right-hand agent to his office.
Maria Hill, her eyes ever watchful and her demeanor as sharp as ever, entered the room with a sense of purpose.
"You called, Director?"
Fury leaned back in his chair and pointed to a specific report. "I want you to take a look at this, Maria. It's been on my radar for a while now, and it's starting to make me more than a little uncomfortable."
Hill took the report and began to scan its contents. As she read, her brows furrowed in confusion.
"This... this is bizarre, sir. A series of strange events in San Francisco, involving time loops, mysterious deaths, and some kind of supernatural activity. What do you think is going on?"
Fury nodded, his good eye fixed on the report.
"I'm not entirely sure, but I've got a feeling it's connected to everything that's been happening lately. After New York, we can't afford to ignore any potential threats, especially those that have the word 'supernatural' associated with them."
Hill continued to read through the report.
"It mentions three women who seem to be at the center of these events. Do we have any leads on their identities?" Asked Hill.
Fury leaned forward and steepled his fingers.
"That's the tricky part. We don't have names, but we have descriptions. Three women who always seem to be near the action, but never directly involved. It's like they're pulling the strings from the shadows."
Maria Hill nodded, her face displaying a hint of concern. "So, what's the plan, Director?"
Fury's eye gleamed with determination. "We have an old friend in San Francisco, a contact who might be able to get us closer to these women. I want you to reach out to him."
Hill raised an eyebrow. "An old friend, sir?"
Fury smirked. "You'll see. Contact him discreetly, and let's see what he can dig up. In the meantime, we need to keep a close watch on this situation. Who knows what kind of threat we're dealing with here."
Meanwhile, in the shadows of San Francisco, a figure moved silently through the night. Phil Coulson, presumed dead by the world but very much alive, had been monitoring the supernatural activity in the city for a while. He reported to Fury discreetly, using his extensive network of contacts.
Coulson's contact, Melinda May, met him in a dimly lit alley. She handed him a folder containing information on the three mysterious women.
"This is all we've got, Phil. It's not much, but it's a start."
Coulson took the folder and began to leaf through it.
"Thanks, Melinda. This could be a piece of the puzzle we've been looking for."
May studied him for a moment, concern etched on her face.
"You know Fury's taking a big risk by sending you back out in the field, right?"
Coulson nodded. "I'm aware. But we both know that these women could be connected to something much bigger than we can imagine. Fury needs answers, and I'm going to get them for him."
As they parted ways, Coulson couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. The supernatural events in San Francisco were escalating, and time was running out. He had to find these women, the source of this supernatural chaos, before it spiraled out of control.
KAMAR-TAJ
High atop the mystic Himalayan mountains, the ancient sanctuary of Kamar-Taj stood in all its timeless glory. Inside the sacred halls, the Ancient One, accompanied by her trusted disciples, Wong and Mordo, gathered around a luminous, mystical pool. They observed the ethereal energies coursing through it, connected to the very fabric of the universe.
The Ancient One, her eyes sparkling with ancient wisdom, spoke. "The Power of Three has awakened, my disciples. The forces of magic and destiny have converged on the Charmed Ones."
Wong, the diligent librarian and scholar, raised an eyebrow. "Charmed Ones, Ancient One? Are they the key to these supernatural disturbances in San Francisco?"
The Ancient One nodded. "Indeed, Wong. The Charmed Ones possess a power unlike any other. Their destiny is intertwined with the balance of magic and the protection of the mortal realm. They have dealt with Tempus, a sorcerer with ties to the Dark Dimension. His demise has triggered the awakening of their true power."
Mordo, always the skeptic, questioned the Ancient One's assessment. "But why haven't the Elders and their Whitelighter intervened? Shouldn't they be guiding and aiding these witches?"
The Ancient One turned her gaze to Mordo, her voice calm but resolute. "The Charmed Ones have much to learn, and their path must be their own. The Mystic Arts and the Power of Three are not unrelated, my dear Karl. There are ancient connections that transcend realms, and they can be powerful allies in the fight against darkness."
Wong chimed in, supporting the Ancient One's perspective. "The Elders and their Whitelighter may have their own reasons for remaining hidden, and it is not for us to question their decisions. We must trust in the natural course of events and offer our guidance when it is needed."
The Ancient One continued, "We should not interfere directly but rather observe and, if necessary, extend our hand when the time is right. The Charmed Ones may be the key to restoring balance, not only in San Francisco but in the mystical realms as well."
Mordo remained skeptical, but the wisdom of his mentors was not to be dismissed lightly. "Very well, Ancient One. If you believe they are the answer, then I will support your judgment."
The Ancient One nodded in appreciation. "Good. The Power of Three has been awakened for a reason, and we shall respect that. Now, I shall visit the Halliwell sisters and offer them our guidance when the time is ripe."
Wong and Mordo exchanged a glance, both understanding the gravity of the situation. The fate of the Charmed Ones and their potential alliance with the Masters of the Mystic Arts held profound implications for the mystical realm and the world at large.
As the Ancient One prepared to depart for San Francisco, Wong turned to Mordo and said, "Karl, we must trust in her wisdom. The Charmed Ones may be the allies we never knew we needed."
Mordo nodded, acknowledging the truth in Wong's words. "Very well, Wong. We shall watch and wait, and if the time comes, we will stand by their side."
SHIELD HQ
Back at SHIELD headquarters, Maria Hill continued her research into the San Francisco incidents. She began to piece together the strange occurrences, connecting the dots between the time loops, the deaths of Inspector Rodriguez and Andy Trudeau, and the mysterious women.
"These women," Hill mused to herself, "they're the key to all of this. We just need to find out who they are and what they want."
Fury entered the room, his good eye fixed on Hill's screen.
"Any progress, Hill?"
Hill nodded. "I'm working on it, sir. I think we're getting closer to identifying these women. But it won't be easy. They seem to have a way of staying one step ahead of everyone."
Fury leaned in closer to the screen, his expression serious. "Keep digging. And make sure our contact in San Francisco knows that we're closing in. We need to find these women before whatever they're planning becomes a threat we can't control."
As the pieces of the puzzle slowly fell into place, both in San Francisco and at SHIELD headquarters, the fate of these women and their connection to the larger universe hung in the balance. Nick Fury and his team were determined to uncover the truth, no matter where their investigation led them.
SAN FRANCISCO
The Halliwell sisters, Piper, Prue, and Phoebe, stood outside their family home after the emotional and heartbreaking events that had unfolded. The loss of Inspector Andy Trudeau had left a gaping void in their hearts, especially Prue, who had shared a deep and complicated connection with him.
Prue's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she murmured, "I can't believe he's gone. It's not fair."
Piper placed a comforting hand on her sister's shoulder, offering what little solace she could. "I know, Prue. We all loved him, and we'll miss him so much."
Phoebe, the youngest and least experienced of the sisters, spoke hesitantly, "Should I go get the Book of Shadows? Maybe there's a spell we can use to... to bring him back."
Prue, still overcome with grief, responded gently, "Not tonight, Phoebe. We need to rest, and our emotions are running too high."
Piper, always the voice of reason, nodded in agreement. "Prue's right. Let's check in the morning. We need a clear head for something like this."
The sisters slowly made their way inside the house, opening the front door to let themselves in. The sisters were upset and hurt inside, it had been a very long night and few days. The power and responsibility on their shoulders of being the Charmed Ones was draining on them. However, just as Prue was about to turn and close the door, the front entrance creaked and slowly swung shut by itself.
The sisters exchanged wary glances as they realized something unnatural was occurring.
"Did one of us do that? I don't remember using my telekinesis." Muttered Prue, full of emotion and grief.
"I don't think so. Something's not right." Piper replied, on high alert.
Before Phoebe could respond, a strange and mesmerizing portal, glowing with shimmering orange sparks, appeared right in front of them. Out stepped a bald woman, her robes colored a vivid shade of yellow. The sudden appearance of this mysterious figure left the Charmed Ones on edge.
The sisters took defensive positions. Piper's hands began to tingle with the promise of her freezing power, Prue's brow furrowed in readiness to use her telekinesis, and Phoebe looked uncertain, wondering whether her premonitions could provide any insight.
As they braced for a potential threat, the bald woman extended her hand in a friendly gesture, attempting to diffuse the tension.
"No need for that, dear Charmed Ones. I come in peace."
The sisters hesitated, their defenses slowly lowering, but they remained vigilant. Prue voiced their collective concern.
"Who are you, and what do you want?"
The bald woman smiled warmly.
"I am the Ancient One, The Sorcerer Supreme. I have come to offer my condolences on the loss of Inspector Andy Trudeau. His death is a tragedy."
The sisters shared a surprised glance, not expecting such a compassionate response.
"Thank you, but we're still trying to make sense of everything. Can you tell us why you're here?" Phoebe asked with confusion.
The Ancient One, her demeanor radiating knowledge and wisdom, began to explain.
"I have been monitoring the events in San Francisco, especially your confrontation with Tempus. The defeat of such a powerful sorcerer is a turning point, and it has not gone unnoticed in the mystical realms."
"Mystic Realms? What are they exactly?" Piper asked.
The Ancient One's voice held a hint of reverence as she explained.
"The Mystic Realms are a tapestry of worlds and dimensions that exist beyond the perception of ordinary mortals. They are home to powerful beings, both good and evil, and are intricately connected to the balance of magic. Tempus' defeat was a ripple that reached far and wide in these realms, and it drew my attention."
"And that brought the attention of the 'Sorcerer Supreme' just by beating one tough bad guy, that's interesting." Noted Piper, seeming taken back by how big the mystic realms are in the tapestry of the universe around them.
"What exactly can a Sorcerer Supreme do, Ancient One?" Phoebe asked curiously.
The Ancient One regarded Phoebe with a wise smile and began to explain.
"A Sorcerer Supreme is the guardian of the mystic arts, a protector of the realms, and a master of countless magical disciplines. We have the power to manipulate time, access ancient and mystical knowledge, and harness the energies of the universe. Our role is to maintain the balance between the mystical and the mundane, defending the world from supernatural threats."
Prue, her heart still aching from the loss of Andy, couldn't help but hope against hope.
"With all that power, can you bring someone back from the dead?" Prue asked, with grief in her voice.
"Andy?" Piper said softly, looking at Prue.
Prue nodded, trying to hold back her tears. The Ancient One's expression shifted to one of gentle regret as she answered, seeing Prue becoming teary.
"I'm sorry, but the laws of life and death are absolute. Once a soul has passed, it cannot be brought back. To alter such an absolute point in time would have dire consequences, disrupting the very fabric of the universe."
"I see." Sorrowfully said Prue, the pain of the Ancient One's response was a hard pill to swallow.
Piper, her voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm, muttered, "Of course, because life's never simple for us, is it?"
"Sorry to burst your bubble." Replied the Ancient One, with a small smile on her face.
"Would the Books of Shadows be able to bring back Andy?" Phoebe asked, still full of questions for the Sorcerer Supreme.
The Ancient One couldn't help but be amused by Phoebe's hopeful inquiry. She replied with a gentle smile.
"I'm afraid not. The Book of Shadows, while a powerful source of magic, cannot alter a fixed point in time without grave repercussions. Some things are meant to be, and they shape the very essence of the universe."
Phoebe sighed, her shoulders slumping with the weight of reality.
"Well, it was worth a shot, right?"
The Ancient One nodded, her wisdom evident in her eyes.
"Indeed, it is always worth seeking answers and trying to change the unchangeable. But in the realm of magic and destiny, some rules are absolute."
"Ok, but where were you when all of this started, and why didn't you intervene earlier?" Prue asked, seeming a little frustrated.
"I chose not to interfere because, in your journey as witches, you must face your own challenges and make your own choices." Answered the Ancient One. "The defeat of Tempus is but the beginning of a path filled with both light and darkness. You must find your own way."
"Then what do you want from us, then?" Piper enquired further.
The Ancient One's eyes held a sense of genuine care as she replied.
"I offer my guidance, should you ever need it. The Masters of the Mystic Arts would welcome you as allies in the fight against darkness. But the choice is yours. Your power is still growing, and you have the potential to shape your own destiny."
"We have had these powers for a few months now." Replied Prue, taking the leadership role of the group. "I feel we need to learn this on our own."
"Shape our own destinies and learn from mistakes and painful experiences." Piper agreed, with a small nod.
The Sorcerer Supreme smiled, knowing these three women were willing to learn the hard way and develop their abilities in their own way.
"I can respect that decision. Just remember, I will always be there if you need me. All you have to do is call." Stated The Ancient One gently.
The sisters exchanged a glance, intrigued by the Ancient One's response.
"Like a cell phone call?" Phoebe blurted out loud.
The Ancient One's eyes twinkled with amusement as she chuckled softly.
"No, not quite like a cell phone call. Just speak my name with intention, and I will hear you from my temple."
"So, if we need help with demons or a quick recipe for vanquishing, we can just give you a shout?" Asked Piper with a sense of mischief in her tone.
The Ancient One smiled, enjoying their banter.
"Not exactly, but I'll be there if you're facing a challenge beyond your abilities."
"Are you in the Book of Shadows?" Asked Prue.
The Ancient One's response held a touch of mystery.
"Now, that's something you need to discover on your own. Your journey as witches is just beginning, and there's much for you to explore and uncover."
With a parting smile, the Ancient One raised her hands and, with a flick of her fingers, conjured a mystical portal. As she stepped through, she turned to the sisters one last time.
"Goodbye, Charmed Ones. May your journey be filled with courage and wisdom."
The portal closed behind her, leaving the Halliwell sisters standing there, contemplating the strange encounter.
"We need one of those portal things. Imagine the time we'd save." Phoebe admitted.
Piper chuckled, her mood slightly lifted.
"Yeah, I can think of a few situations where that would come in handy."
Prue, still mourning but with a sense of newfound determination, added, "And who knows, maybe there are other allies out there who know about us. Like, maybe Thor or those Avengers who save New York"
"I do like Thor. See his muscles and hair. Truly the God of Thunder." Admitted Piper with a smile.
"More of a Tony Stark guy myself." Prue replied, her mood lifted with this bit of Avenger talk.
"Do you think we could be Avengers?" Spoke Phoebe, her mind racing with possibilities to team up with Captain America and the Hulk.
Piper, the pragmatist of the group, couldn't help but roll her eyes at her sister's hopeful thinking.
"Phoebe, stop living in the clouds. You really think Nick Fury and his eye patch would come knocking on our do—"
Before Piper could finish her sentence, a sudden, unexpected knock echoed through the Halliwell manor. Prue's eyes widened as she glanced at Piper.
"If that's Nick Fury, an Avenger, or someone from SHIELD, you might want to put on a lottery ticket, Piper." Exclaimed Prue.
"Please be Thor." Piper joked.
The sisters shared a surprised look before Piper quickly composed herself, heading towards the front door.
"Oh, please be Thor!"
"It's probably Leo." Phoebe noted. "Don't tell him you like Thor sis, he might get jealous."
She cracked it open cautiously, only to find a tall man in a black suit and a stern expression waiting on the doorstep. His eyes were full of mystery and experience from countless battles it seemed.
"Piper Halliwell?" The man said with authority.
Piper nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Yes, that's me. Can I help you?"
The man flashed a badge, revealing his affiliation with SHIELD.
"Agent Coulson. I'm here on behalf of a certain organization that's taken an interest in your recent activities. May I come in?"