Post by mcharmed21 on Jan 4, 2005 3:46:11 GMT -5
Author: silvermoon8705
Basically, this is a story where Chris is really being a whitelighter and has to deal with other charges besides, of course, the Charmed Ones. He finds a connection with a little girl through the deaths of their mothers. Oh, and Lily's clairvoyant, but apparently she's stuck on only seeing the deaths of others, and not much of anything else. Can Chris help?
A World of Fragile Things:
A little girl was swinging to and fro on her swing. She had brown hair, which at the moment was pulled back in a ponytail, startling blue eyes (her mother once said angels had blessed her with them), and a round face that on a better day would be smiling...
Anyway, the old swing creaked as all weather-worn, aged instruments of play may tend to do. Her aunt had called her to come in, but she appeared not to have heard her.
“Lily?” Someone said; apparently a voice behind her.
The swing set continued to move back and forth. She wasn’t listening.
“I heard about your mother, Lily. I’m here to help.” He continued.
The swing stopped for a moment as she put down her head. She wouldn’t cry. She just wouldn’t.
“I know…” He started again.
Lily finally turned her head around and looked at him, slightly teary-eyed.
“Do you?” She wondered, pretending to be curious.
Chris let out a sigh of relief, finally, something…<br>
“I could help. If you’ll let me, of course,”
“Take me to my aunt.” She requested, ignoring his plea.
“Lily…” He repeated. He wished she could listen to him for once.
She continued to swing to and fro on her swing. She didn’t like when people didn’t listen to her.
“Ah, what the heck…” He muttered and touched her shoulder and orbed them both away.
“Lily, honey?” Her aunt asked, concerned as she saw her face. She was furious.
“How dare you!” She yelled at him and rushed off into the house, up the stairs, and into her room.
“I’m sorry,” Her aunt apologized.
“No, I am. I could only imagine how seeing the death of everyone around you must feel. But, I have to help her…she’s not using her gifts as she should, Mrs.—“ He stopped, uncertain of her name.
“Call me Helen,” She said.
“I know how it feels like…Helen, I saw my mother die. But I was 14 and with Lily so young, she needs some guidance,”<br>
“She saw her mother die twice,” She informed him quietly.
“What?” He didn’t know that.
“Once in her vision, and then it was the real thing,”<br>
He didn’t know what to say.
What do you think? I'm hoping to do the scene Chris was alluding to...
Basically, this is a story where Chris is really being a whitelighter and has to deal with other charges besides, of course, the Charmed Ones. He finds a connection with a little girl through the deaths of their mothers. Oh, and Lily's clairvoyant, but apparently she's stuck on only seeing the deaths of others, and not much of anything else. Can Chris help?
A World of Fragile Things:
A little girl was swinging to and fro on her swing. She had brown hair, which at the moment was pulled back in a ponytail, startling blue eyes (her mother once said angels had blessed her with them), and a round face that on a better day would be smiling...
Anyway, the old swing creaked as all weather-worn, aged instruments of play may tend to do. Her aunt had called her to come in, but she appeared not to have heard her.
“Lily?” Someone said; apparently a voice behind her.
The swing set continued to move back and forth. She wasn’t listening.
“I heard about your mother, Lily. I’m here to help.” He continued.
The swing stopped for a moment as she put down her head. She wouldn’t cry. She just wouldn’t.
“I know…” He started again.
Lily finally turned her head around and looked at him, slightly teary-eyed.
“Do you?” She wondered, pretending to be curious.
Chris let out a sigh of relief, finally, something…<br>
“I could help. If you’ll let me, of course,”
“Take me to my aunt.” She requested, ignoring his plea.
“Lily…” He repeated. He wished she could listen to him for once.
She continued to swing to and fro on her swing. She didn’t like when people didn’t listen to her.
“Ah, what the heck…” He muttered and touched her shoulder and orbed them both away.
“Lily, honey?” Her aunt asked, concerned as she saw her face. She was furious.
“How dare you!” She yelled at him and rushed off into the house, up the stairs, and into her room.
“I’m sorry,” Her aunt apologized.
“No, I am. I could only imagine how seeing the death of everyone around you must feel. But, I have to help her…she’s not using her gifts as she should, Mrs.—“ He stopped, uncertain of her name.
“Call me Helen,” She said.
“I know how it feels like…Helen, I saw my mother die. But I was 14 and with Lily so young, she needs some guidance,”<br>
“She saw her mother die twice,” She informed him quietly.
“What?” He didn’t know that.
“Once in her vision, and then it was the real thing,”<br>
He didn’t know what to say.
What do you think? I'm hoping to do the scene Chris was alluding to...