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*Maria*
Home. One simple word with infinite possibilities. Where one belongs. A genuine sense of fulfillment. A place to go where the people there have to take you in. It’s a person who means the whole world to you. A wondrous feeling as old as time itself. All the influential poets praise it. One in particular assures the reader that you can never truly go home again.
Well, sorry to disappoint you folks but all I have to say Is: Screw that! I’m clicking the heels of my ruby red slippers and chanting “There’s no place like home” Over and over again as my mantra until we leave Oz behind. I need to be back where things make sense and the caous that is my life is under controlled circumstances. The Manor. The house where a midwife brought me into this world and where I’ll probably be taken out of it by some corrupt demon with an ego trip.
I desperately yearn to be back within those four walls that make me feel safe and protected even during the most vicious of attacks. It’s my center. The place I go to recharge my batteries ,and believe me at this particular point and time I am running on low. It’s so sad when a 22 year old all powerful Charmed One longs to be back in her childhood room so she can pull the covers over her head and pretend the last few days have all been a horrible nightmare.
Isabel who I have just begun to respect and even maybe admire has been captured by The Source, Sebastion and if history repeats itself she will become a Vengeance Demon before night falls. I promised Alex I would safe her ,but in doing so I will significantly alter the past. Can I take that risk? Can I gamble with the lives that have so trustfully put themselves in my care? Unforeseen destinies lie in the balance and I’m not sure what is right and what is wrong anymore.
They also say that home is where the heart is. Where my heart is with a certain 6 ft 2 half demon with gravity defying hair. Why am I even here? Oh yeah because some supreme being (an elder) named Aaliyah, AKA: The Exalted One demanded that we return to our past lives and learn some kind of lesson in order to return home. It’s important in order save the Deluca line she assured me. What have I learned: That everything I touch turns to ash. That love does not indeed conquer all. It was a harsh lesson but I feel I have paid the price to obtain it.
Tears flow freely from my eyes as I desperately try to remember the last words I muttered to my beloved. I'm coming back... to you" That was my final parting to the love of my life. I don’t want that to be the last thing I ever promise him. Trying to search my weary mind for clues on how to rid myself of this mess I reflect on the Exalted one’s promise “If you can prove that your love won’t get in the way of your Destiny we won’t stand in your way ,but if you allow it change the course of your fate then we will be forced to intervene.”
That’s it. We weren’t sent back here to change the past just learn from it’s mistakes. Judging from this little catastrophe there are plenty of them. Also Trust. We’ve lost that. It needs to be gained before anything can be done. “Lysander.” I whisper not quite trusting my own voice. “I know you won’t understand this now ,but what must be must be. In order for you to be with Isabel in the future… if you would like to meet your daughter we must let the events of this day occur as they would had we not known the outcome. Please trust me.”
He seems conflicted. Torn between giving up his love now and the fear that he won't be able to keep her for always. It is a rather difficult decision. I'm glad I'm not the one making it. Taking a deep breath he flashes me a look of pure faith. Now I have something to build on. “Liz. Tess. I need you to take my hands. We’ll need the Power of Three to return home.” The seem suprised but eager to return to the familiar. The chant comes to me out of no where. I just instinctively know the rhyme that will send us home.
Back to Roswell. Back to our lives. Back to my Soul mate. “Repeat after me: A time for everything And everything its place. Return what has been moved Through time and space.” With clasped hands we recite the words over and over and in the distance I can hear the sound of Grams voice singing the song from our child hood that always eased our aches and pains from life.
*You are my sunshine.
My only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear,
how much I love you.
Please, don't take my
Sunshine Away*
I feel a smile of relief fill my tired features as the world around us begings to blur and fade away. Before I can grasp the importance of the situation I am launched into the most vivid detailed flash of my life. Past, present and future all in one. I can here a soft woman's voice echo in my mind. "It is done." Tears cascade over my cheeks as realization hits. "Mom?"
*Lizzie and I standing on a side walk when we were six years old licking ice cream cones (Mine Rocky Road hers Vanilla) while Mom with her long dark brown braid and chocolate colored eyes (The spitting image of Liz) debated the importance of not being like everybody else. "My darling girls, when are you going to understand that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage!" She was right.*
*The Death of our parents came as a painful blow. Our father a tragic car accident. Our mother had heard the beetle ticking for our father's death all day long. She knew that when you hear the sound of the deathwatch beetle the man you love is doomed to die. She passed mere months later during the night in her sleep. She died of guilt and a broken heart. There are rumors of a Deluca curse but we don't fully understand it's implications. I sob uncontrolably and refuse to leave my bed for days. My older sister doesn't shed a single tear ,but won't leave my side for anything. We are all we have left.*
*Witchcraft lessons with Aunt Nancy and Amy. Liz studies profusely while I dabble with the glamour spells. At twelve I couldn't make a pencil float like Liz could but I could change the color of my hair with the wave of a hand. Priorities. Feeling bored listening to the old proverbs my sister cherished.Always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder/ Keep rosemary by your garden gate, and plant lavender for luck.*
*Liz summons up a true love spell called Amas Veritas. She lists such attributes in her perfect man as :He will hear my call a mile away. He will whistle my favorite song. He can ride a pony backwards. He can flip pancakes in the air. He'll be marvelously kind. And his favorite shape will be a star. And he'll have amber eyes that sparkle. "That's the point." She assures me. "The guy I dreamed of doesn't exist. And if he doesn't exist, I'll never die of a broken heart." I was captivated by that kind of devoted. I couldn't wait to fall in love.*
*Sneaking back into my bedroom window after meeting boys at fifteen years old. Liz catches me but doesn't breath a word to Grams. She doesn't like what I'm doing and worries. Still she won't betray my trust. I call Tess at two in the morning to give her all the details of Doug Sahn and how he wants me to go steady. Of course she's so excited. None of have every had a real boyfriend before.*
*At sixteen I have my first kiss with my best friend Alex who I fall completely head over heels for. Kyle and Liz are dating but it seems to be fairly casual and only lasts for about a summer. Still even after the relationships simmered and fizzled out we all remained very close. Our tight knit group was inpenetratable.*
*Breaking up with Alex at Graduation at going to the Drive In with Tess and Liz to ease my pain. Later that night I packed my bags determined to head to New York and become a famous song writer. Liz teared up fearful i would never return home." Of course you're going to see me again." I reasoned. " We’re gonna grow old together. It's going to be you and me living in the manor... these two old biddies with all these cats. I bet we even die on the same day." I swore cutting her plam and mine through a joined hands we signified a connection that already existed.*
*Coming home at twenty a little tainted and discouraged that the big city didn't quite work out the way I wanted it to. Moving back in with Liz. Alex buying the house next door from his parents. Kyle becomes a fire fighter making him one of the hottest bachlors in Roswell. Liz finally opens her own botanical shop 'Elegent Enchantment' I ring up the first sale to Tess who buys a Strawberry Shortcake scented candle. A sense of family.*
*The night Tess moved into the manor with us. it just seemed natural for the Power of Three to all be under one room. Our powers were activated and that's when the really weird stuff started happening.*
*The first time I laid eyes on Michael. He offered me and hand up off the sidewalk. A concerned Tess rushed and put herself in between the beautiful stranger and myself. As if to protect me. If she had onlt knew what was to come she would have tossed me in the jeep and sped away.*
*Convincing Liz of why we had to save Michael: "He sets me off balance. I see both good and bad battling inside of him. Neither one triumphing over the other. We can't vanquish him Lizzie. He's part human. That means he's an innocent, and I have the sinking feeling if Sebastion (The source of all evil) finds him he'll destroy us all." And of course the most important reason."Plus Michael has a really cute butt. Wouldn't want to go destroying that. Now would we?" Her expected eye roll.*
*Giving Beyonka Love advice :"Um... You could start by saying hi. Men love that." Her surprised expression. Yes, that really works.*
Home. One simple word with infinite possibilities. Where one belongs. A genuine sense of fulfillment. A place to go where the people there have to take you in. It’s a person who means the whole world to you. A wondrous feeling as old as time itself. All the influential poets praise it. One in particular assures the reader that you can never truly go home again.
Well, sorry to disappoint you folks but all I have to say Is: Screw that! I’m clicking the heels of my ruby red slippers and chanting “There’s no place like home” Over and over again as my mantra until we leave Oz behind. I need to be back where things make sense and the caous that is my life is under controlled circumstances. The Manor. The house where a midwife brought me into this world and where I’ll probably be taken out of it by some corrupt demon with an ego trip.
I desperately yearn to be back within those four walls that make me feel safe and protected even during the most vicious of attacks. It’s my center. The place I go to recharge my batteries ,and believe me at this particular point and time I am running on low. It’s so sad when a 22 year old all powerful Charmed One longs to be back in her childhood room so she can pull the covers over her head and pretend the last few days have all been a horrible nightmare.
Isabel who I have just begun to respect and even maybe admire has been captured by The Source, Sebastion and if history repeats itself she will become a Vengeance Demon before night falls. I promised Alex I would safe her ,but in doing so I will significantly alter the past. Can I take that risk? Can I gamble with the lives that have so trustfully put themselves in my care? Unforeseen destinies lie in the balance and I’m not sure what is right and what is wrong anymore.
They also say that home is where the heart is. Where my heart is with a certain 6 ft 2 half demon with gravity defying hair. Why am I even here? Oh yeah because some supreme being (an elder) named Aaliyah, AKA: The Exalted One demanded that we return to our past lives and learn some kind of lesson in order to return home. It’s important in order save the Deluca line she assured me. What have I learned: That everything I touch turns to ash. That love does not indeed conquer all. It was a harsh lesson but I feel I have paid the price to obtain it.
Tears flow freely from my eyes as I desperately try to remember the last words I muttered to my beloved. I'm coming back... to you" That was my final parting to the love of my life. I don’t want that to be the last thing I ever promise him. Trying to search my weary mind for clues on how to rid myself of this mess I reflect on the Exalted one’s promise “If you can prove that your love won’t get in the way of your Destiny we won’t stand in your way ,but if you allow it change the course of your fate then we will be forced to intervene.”
That’s it. We weren’t sent back here to change the past just learn from it’s mistakes. Judging from this little catastrophe there are plenty of them. Also Trust. We’ve lost that. It needs to be gained before anything can be done. “Lysander.” I whisper not quite trusting my own voice. “I know you won’t understand this now ,but what must be must be. In order for you to be with Isabel in the future… if you would like to meet your daughter we must let the events of this day occur as they would had we not known the outcome. Please trust me.”
He seems conflicted. Torn between giving up his love now and the fear that he won't be able to keep her for always. It is a rather difficult decision. I'm glad I'm not the one making it. Taking a deep breath he flashes me a look of pure faith. Now I have something to build on. “Liz. Tess. I need you to take my hands. We’ll need the Power of Three to return home.” The seem suprised but eager to return to the familiar. The chant comes to me out of no where. I just instinctively know the rhyme that will send us home.
Back to Roswell. Back to our lives. Back to my Soul mate. “Repeat after me: A time for everything And everything its place. Return what has been moved Through time and space.” With clasped hands we recite the words over and over and in the distance I can hear the sound of Grams voice singing the song from our child hood that always eased our aches and pains from life.
*You are my sunshine.
My only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear,
how much I love you.
Please, don't take my
Sunshine Away*
I feel a smile of relief fill my tired features as the world around us begings to blur and fade away. Before I can grasp the importance of the situation I am launched into the most vivid detailed flash of my life. Past, present and future all in one. I can here a soft woman's voice echo in my mind. "It is done." Tears cascade over my cheeks as realization hits. "Mom?"
*Lizzie and I standing on a side walk when we were six years old licking ice cream cones (Mine Rocky Road hers Vanilla) while Mom with her long dark brown braid and chocolate colored eyes (The spitting image of Liz) debated the importance of not being like everybody else. "My darling girls, when are you going to understand that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage!" She was right.*
*The Death of our parents came as a painful blow. Our father a tragic car accident. Our mother had heard the beetle ticking for our father's death all day long. She knew that when you hear the sound of the deathwatch beetle the man you love is doomed to die. She passed mere months later during the night in her sleep. She died of guilt and a broken heart. There are rumors of a Deluca curse but we don't fully understand it's implications. I sob uncontrolably and refuse to leave my bed for days. My older sister doesn't shed a single tear ,but won't leave my side for anything. We are all we have left.*
*Witchcraft lessons with Aunt Nancy and Amy. Liz studies profusely while I dabble with the glamour spells. At twelve I couldn't make a pencil float like Liz could but I could change the color of my hair with the wave of a hand. Priorities. Feeling bored listening to the old proverbs my sister cherished.Always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder/ Keep rosemary by your garden gate, and plant lavender for luck.*
*Liz summons up a true love spell called Amas Veritas. She lists such attributes in her perfect man as :He will hear my call a mile away. He will whistle my favorite song. He can ride a pony backwards. He can flip pancakes in the air. He'll be marvelously kind. And his favorite shape will be a star. And he'll have amber eyes that sparkle. "That's the point." She assures me. "The guy I dreamed of doesn't exist. And if he doesn't exist, I'll never die of a broken heart." I was captivated by that kind of devoted. I couldn't wait to fall in love.*
*Sneaking back into my bedroom window after meeting boys at fifteen years old. Liz catches me but doesn't breath a word to Grams. She doesn't like what I'm doing and worries. Still she won't betray my trust. I call Tess at two in the morning to give her all the details of Doug Sahn and how he wants me to go steady. Of course she's so excited. None of have every had a real boyfriend before.*
*At sixteen I have my first kiss with my best friend Alex who I fall completely head over heels for. Kyle and Liz are dating but it seems to be fairly casual and only lasts for about a summer. Still even after the relationships simmered and fizzled out we all remained very close. Our tight knit group was inpenetratable.*
*Breaking up with Alex at Graduation at going to the Drive In with Tess and Liz to ease my pain. Later that night I packed my bags determined to head to New York and become a famous song writer. Liz teared up fearful i would never return home." Of course you're going to see me again." I reasoned. " We’re gonna grow old together. It's going to be you and me living in the manor... these two old biddies with all these cats. I bet we even die on the same day." I swore cutting her plam and mine through a joined hands we signified a connection that already existed.*
*Coming home at twenty a little tainted and discouraged that the big city didn't quite work out the way I wanted it to. Moving back in with Liz. Alex buying the house next door from his parents. Kyle becomes a fire fighter making him one of the hottest bachlors in Roswell. Liz finally opens her own botanical shop 'Elegent Enchantment' I ring up the first sale to Tess who buys a Strawberry Shortcake scented candle. A sense of family.*
*The night Tess moved into the manor with us. it just seemed natural for the Power of Three to all be under one room. Our powers were activated and that's when the really weird stuff started happening.*
*The first time I laid eyes on Michael. He offered me and hand up off the sidewalk. A concerned Tess rushed and put herself in between the beautiful stranger and myself. As if to protect me. If she had onlt knew what was to come she would have tossed me in the jeep and sped away.*
*Convincing Liz of why we had to save Michael: "He sets me off balance. I see both good and bad battling inside of him. Neither one triumphing over the other. We can't vanquish him Lizzie. He's part human. That means he's an innocent, and I have the sinking feeling if Sebastion (The source of all evil) finds him he'll destroy us all." And of course the most important reason."Plus Michael has a really cute butt. Wouldn't want to go destroying that. Now would we?" Her expected eye roll.*
*Giving Beyonka Love advice :"Um... You could start by saying hi. Men love that." Her surprised expression. Yes, that really works.*
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*Continued*
*I see an image of the moon with a circle around it. A sign that trouble is not far behind.*
*My first kiss with Michael in front of 'The Book of Shadows' Proving he wasn't evil. The flutter in my stomach when our lips met. it was magic!*
*It just so happens the first time Michael confessed he loved me I was under a spell where I couldn't even remember who he was. Still my soul felt what the black arts had attempted to conceal. “. I. I Don't remember you with my mind ,but my heart could never forget this."*
*The first time we made love. I can't describe the sensations. Lust. Need. Belonging. True satisfaction for the first time in my entire life. True Love. I knew nothing would be the same after that moment. i was changed.*
*I fix Liz's veil as we stand in front of a full length mirror. She gives me a soft hug and giggles, "This is the happiest day of my life." Tess rushes in pleased at how well her bridesmaid dress looks. They both sip champagne carefully out of fluties. I instead sip orange juice. It's almost time to go.*
* I am holding a slumbering child as I wade through a living room stock piled with toys. "Honey could you pick up some milk on you way home for work?" I call. Looking down at my son I smile. The Charmed Legacy will live on.*
'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 voices of our ancestors ring out giving us the powers to return to our rightful place in the Deluca Heritage. I can hear our mother, Grams, and the first witch of our line Melinda distinctly. They are sending us home. The mission has been completed and I couldn't be happier. Can love really travel back in time and heal a broken heart? Was it our joined hands that finally lifted the Deluca Curse? I'd like to think so. I feel as if a great burden has been lifted from my shoulders.
One thing I've learned is to fall in love whenever you can but don’t let it change who you are and what you must do. We all have a Destiny. The key is we don't let it define who we are. The pasts mistakes are what makes us who we are today. Without them a valuable lesson would be lost and all the rest would crumble to pieces. I am Marianna Deluca. One of the last descents of the Deluca Coven. A Charmed One.
I open my eyes to find myself standing in the attic with The Book of Shadows. Liz is on my left. Tess on my immediate right and Max directly in front of us. "Home sweet Home." I whisper finally content with a difficult past.
*I see an image of the moon with a circle around it. A sign that trouble is not far behind.*
*My first kiss with Michael in front of 'The Book of Shadows' Proving he wasn't evil. The flutter in my stomach when our lips met. it was magic!*
*It just so happens the first time Michael confessed he loved me I was under a spell where I couldn't even remember who he was. Still my soul felt what the black arts had attempted to conceal. “. I. I Don't remember you with my mind ,but my heart could never forget this."*
*The first time we made love. I can't describe the sensations. Lust. Need. Belonging. True satisfaction for the first time in my entire life. True Love. I knew nothing would be the same after that moment. i was changed.*
*I fix Liz's veil as we stand in front of a full length mirror. She gives me a soft hug and giggles, "This is the happiest day of my life." Tess rushes in pleased at how well her bridesmaid dress looks. They both sip champagne carefully out of fluties. I instead sip orange juice. It's almost time to go.*
* I am holding a slumbering child as I wade through a living room stock piled with toys. "Honey could you pick up some milk on you way home for work?" I call. Looking down at my son I smile. The Charmed Legacy will live on.*
'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 voices of our ancestors ring out giving us the powers to return to our rightful place in the Deluca Heritage. I can hear our mother, Grams, and the first witch of our line Melinda distinctly. They are sending us home. The mission has been completed and I couldn't be happier. Can love really travel back in time and heal a broken heart? Was it our joined hands that finally lifted the Deluca Curse? I'd like to think so. I feel as if a great burden has been lifted from my shoulders.
One thing I've learned is to fall in love whenever you can but don’t let it change who you are and what you must do. We all have a Destiny. The key is we don't let it define who we are. The pasts mistakes are what makes us who we are today. Without them a valuable lesson would be lost and all the rest would crumble to pieces. I am Marianna Deluca. One of the last descents of the Deluca Coven. A Charmed One.
I open my eyes to find myself standing in the attic with The Book of Shadows. Liz is on my left. Tess on my immediate right and Max directly in front of us. "Home sweet Home." I whisper finally content with a difficult past.
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Isabel/Calypso
It feels like all hell is breaking lose out there,literally and metaphorically.The winds howling,the sky's overclouded,the moon has been blanked out,there's no electricity and I am in this house with a whitelight and a firefighter...who has been upstairs doing god knows what for quite sometime now.Where the hell is Michael and what's he doing?I had contacted him ages ago.I hope and pray...sounds ironical I know but my husband's life's safety is top priority to me...that Alex is alright and that Michael is with him.
As if hearing my thoughts,Kyle shouts from upstairs,"Are Alex and Michael here yet?"
"NO...not yet." I yell and go out on to the front porch.Everything and everyone is in chaos.People are running around on the streets.I can hear Sebastian's evil,wild laughter from somewhere close by but can't pin point it yet. "MICHAEL,where are you?" Even in my mind that felt like a scream "If you don't get here soon there's going to be nothing left to save." Turning to run back in to the house I yell at Zarifa,"You keep an eye here,keep the house safe,Michael and Alex should be here any second." and add to myself 'hopefully' before continuing "I'm going outside."
Running out of the house as fast as I can the first thing I notice outside is the building opposite the manor,Alex's parent's home is on fire.Without a thought about who sees my powers,I rush to it and start trying fight the fire with my ice.
It feels like all hell is breaking lose out there,literally and metaphorically.The winds howling,the sky's overclouded,the moon has been blanked out,there's no electricity and I am in this house with a whitelight and a firefighter...who has been upstairs doing god knows what for quite sometime now.Where the hell is Michael and what's he doing?I had contacted him ages ago.I hope and pray...sounds ironical I know but my husband's life's safety is top priority to me...that Alex is alright and that Michael is with him.
As if hearing my thoughts,Kyle shouts from upstairs,"Are Alex and Michael here yet?"
"NO...not yet." I yell and go out on to the front porch.Everything and everyone is in chaos.People are running around on the streets.I can hear Sebastian's evil,wild laughter from somewhere close by but can't pin point it yet. "MICHAEL,where are you?" Even in my mind that felt like a scream "If you don't get here soon there's going to be nothing left to save." Turning to run back in to the house I yell at Zarifa,"You keep an eye here,keep the house safe,Michael and Alex should be here any second." and add to myself 'hopefully' before continuing "I'm going outside."
Running out of the house as fast as I can the first thing I notice outside is the building opposite the manor,Alex's parent's home is on fire.Without a thought about who sees my powers,I rush to it and start trying fight the fire with my ice.
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*Alex*
Grief clouds Michael’s exhausted features as he takes my hand and prepares to shimmy us to the Manor. It’s true we aren’t the friendliest of acquaintances. To be honest I’ve loathed him half the time I’ve known him ,but there is an underlying sadness within his gaze that leaves me feeling remorseful. He’s lost a dear old friend to The Source of all Evil. His own father. I can’t even fathom what he must be going through right now. I can’t imagine how I’d feel if I lost Maria, Liz, or Kyle.
I would be devastated. My mind goes out to my beloved wife and I know precisely how I’d feel if she was taken from me. I’d feel nothing. Absolutely nothing. I would cease to be. Without that amazing woman in my life I would have no purpose. She is my everything. It is on that note that we are teleported into the girl’s home and into the battle field. “We’ve been to hell.” I evaluate out loud. “It was nicer than this.”
We have landed in the Kitchen so I immediately begin calling out for reinforcements.” Uh Guys… Is it the end of the world…again?” I question unable to suppress the urge to point out the dramatic irony of the situation. Through the window I can see my home going up in flames. “Oh my God!” I rush outside to witness Isabel putting out the flames with ice shooting from her very fingertips. Remind me not to piss her off. “Sweetie. Don’t!” I can’t have her getting caught. It’s not worth it.
Grief clouds Michael’s exhausted features as he takes my hand and prepares to shimmy us to the Manor. It’s true we aren’t the friendliest of acquaintances. To be honest I’ve loathed him half the time I’ve known him ,but there is an underlying sadness within his gaze that leaves me feeling remorseful. He’s lost a dear old friend to The Source of all Evil. His own father. I can’t even fathom what he must be going through right now. I can’t imagine how I’d feel if I lost Maria, Liz, or Kyle.
I would be devastated. My mind goes out to my beloved wife and I know precisely how I’d feel if she was taken from me. I’d feel nothing. Absolutely nothing. I would cease to be. Without that amazing woman in my life I would have no purpose. She is my everything. It is on that note that we are teleported into the girl’s home and into the battle field. “We’ve been to hell.” I evaluate out loud. “It was nicer than this.”
We have landed in the Kitchen so I immediately begin calling out for reinforcements.” Uh Guys… Is it the end of the world…again?” I question unable to suppress the urge to point out the dramatic irony of the situation. Through the window I can see my home going up in flames. “Oh my God!” I rush outside to witness Isabel putting out the flames with ice shooting from her very fingertips. Remind me not to piss her off. “Sweetie. Don’t!” I can’t have her getting caught. It’s not worth it.
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It almost feels like I am fighting a losing battle.The flames are so hot that I can feel the heat on my skin,and it's difficult to keep my power steady.The ice is barely leaving my hands and it melts.I can't help but scream in frustration.
"Sweetie. Don't!"
I look over my shoulder for a second and see Alex and relief floods me instantly,"Alex get back in to the house." I yell at him while trying to keep half my attention on the flames "Go inside where it's safer.Michael and Zarifa can protect you. GO!!"
It almost feels like I am fighting a losing battle.The flames are so hot that I can feel the heat on my skin,and it's difficult to keep my power steady.The ice is barely leaving my hands and it melts.I can't help but scream in frustration.
"Sweetie. Don't!"
I look over my shoulder for a second and see Alex and relief floods me instantly,"Alex get back in to the house." I yell at him while trying to keep half my attention on the flames "Go inside where it's safer.Michael and Zarifa can protect you. GO!!"
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(OOC: I am not well...so I apologise now if these suck. Btw Faith, loved your post!!!)
~~~~~SEBASTIAN~~~~~
This is soooo fun! I laugh coldly into the air as I set building after building alight. No more charmed ones. And I think now... now I'm going to kille the charmed one's friends. All I need... is the bait.
"Michaelus!!!" I yell into the air. "If you can hear me listen up... you want me to leave this town alone...meet me at the old clock in two minutes...or else this city is going to BUUURRRN!!!"
~~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
And then we're home. That's it? That's all the council is going to throw at us? Max and I are allowed to be together? Not that I care what they think of course...
"Max?" I call out as I get up off the floor. I'm back in my room... and I hear screaming.
I look outside and see the town ablaze.
Holy...
Quickly I shift into the centre of town and start to help with the fires... but theres only so much a witch can do.
~~~~~SEBASTIAN~~~~~
This is soooo fun! I laugh coldly into the air as I set building after building alight. No more charmed ones. And I think now... now I'm going to kille the charmed one's friends. All I need... is the bait.
"Michaelus!!!" I yell into the air. "If you can hear me listen up... you want me to leave this town alone...meet me at the old clock in two minutes...or else this city is going to BUUURRRN!!!"
~~~~~~LIZ~~~~~
And then we're home. That's it? That's all the council is going to throw at us? Max and I are allowed to be together? Not that I care what they think of course...
"Max?" I call out as I get up off the floor. I'm back in my room... and I hear screaming.
I look outside and see the town ablaze.
Holy...
Quickly I shift into the centre of town and start to help with the fires... but theres only so much a witch can do.
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*Alex*
The Winds are out of control and the crimson stained skies are so cloudy the moon has been completely blacked out. The electricity seems to be out on the whole block perhaps the entire city. Pure chaos haunts my surroundings. What happened to our peaceful neighborhood? The one I wanted to raise My and Isabel’s children on. I feel unsettled and anxious as my very world falls a part around me. The streets are no longer safe. The city itself is under siege.
People letting panic get the best of them run rampart. Sebastian's maniacal laughter fills the air leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I’ve helped the girls vanquish many demons. I’ve never really hated any of them though. I understood that just as it is in my nature to want to keep the peace there are those that thrive on creating disaster. I loathe the Source with the passion of a thousand suns. It almost scares me how deep this hatred lies.
I never knew there was a darkness like that within me ,but surveying what used to be my home has delivered that sharp blow. The place I grew up in is slowly becoming ashes. All my processions. The memories encased within those walls. Vanished. Bile fills my uneasy stomach. Isabel looks over her shoulder and calls out to me, “Alex get back in to the house” She attempt to dose the flames but it is to far gone. "Go inside where it's safer. Michael and Zarifa can protect you. GO!!"
I shake my head in uttre defiance. “No! Isabel get away from there. It isn’t safe for you or the baby!” Swallowing back the fear overwhelming my senses I try to reason with her, “I can lose my house. It’s just a building composed of wood and nails. I can’t lose you. You are my home!” I shout over the howling wind. I begin trying to make my way over to where she is.
The Winds are out of control and the crimson stained skies are so cloudy the moon has been completely blacked out. The electricity seems to be out on the whole block perhaps the entire city. Pure chaos haunts my surroundings. What happened to our peaceful neighborhood? The one I wanted to raise My and Isabel’s children on. I feel unsettled and anxious as my very world falls a part around me. The streets are no longer safe. The city itself is under siege.
People letting panic get the best of them run rampart. Sebastian's maniacal laughter fills the air leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I’ve helped the girls vanquish many demons. I’ve never really hated any of them though. I understood that just as it is in my nature to want to keep the peace there are those that thrive on creating disaster. I loathe the Source with the passion of a thousand suns. It almost scares me how deep this hatred lies.
I never knew there was a darkness like that within me ,but surveying what used to be my home has delivered that sharp blow. The place I grew up in is slowly becoming ashes. All my processions. The memories encased within those walls. Vanished. Bile fills my uneasy stomach. Isabel looks over her shoulder and calls out to me, “Alex get back in to the house” She attempt to dose the flames but it is to far gone. "Go inside where it's safer. Michael and Zarifa can protect you. GO!!"
I shake my head in uttre defiance. “No! Isabel get away from there. It isn’t safe for you or the baby!” Swallowing back the fear overwhelming my senses I try to reason with her, “I can lose my house. It’s just a building composed of wood and nails. I can’t lose you. You are my home!” I shout over the howling wind. I begin trying to make my way over to where she is.
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