Post by thekiwicharmed on Jan 22, 2006 6:26:34 GMT -5
Charmed Season eight
The fans alternate version
Disclaimer/Author notes: The fans alternate version of season eight was inspired by the actual shows lack of continuity and direction. The first episodes plot was derived before the whole Billie/Christy affair, so any similarities in plots between the two [new] characters in this episode are purely coincidental and quite scary actually. Some of the [good] ideas of season eight have been included in every episode for many reasons one being that this fiction can be compared to alternate episodes of the actual series. We do not own any of the characters on Charmed (although we should since we know them better then the writers) and most of the ideas stem from the show. Although it is with great regret the show has led to this, we are very proud and blessed to have worked on such a promising project. The events on this fiction take place the day after “Something Wicca this way goes?” was set.
8-00 "Prologue"
Written by KiwiCharmed
Previously on Charmed:
Darryl emerged from the manor wreckage with dismay. The sisters he should have been helping were dead. Something caught his eye in the middle of it though. It was Phoebe, waving to him from afar. Although they looked different, Daryl recognized Leo, Paige, Piper and Phoebe running off in the sunset. Agent Murphy watched as Darryl shook his head with a smile chuckling to himself while jogging down the manor stairs. Piper turned to Leo and asked finally.
“Is this the right thing to do?” She didn’t get a response.
The underworld was in chaos, for a revelation had spread. The Charmed Ones dead? Nobody knew for sure. Legions of demons and warlocks were fighting for power. Others rampaged San Francisco, killing innocent after innocent, perhaps for the sheer joy of it. Evil was insidious, but not stupid. Maybe, just maybe they would be able to flush out the sisters. Legions of bounty hunters, droves of dark lighters and hoards of evil soothsayers entered the underworld no longer in fear of competition. Zankou, as was feared by the source was indeed confirmed vanquished. Perhaps a late goodbye, but as one door closed another hundred opened. It was evil at their best, in chaos but ordered chaos.
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The light of the moon was all that shone on the wreck of the charmed manor, nexus destroyed, worthless and almost in pieces. It was only yesterday that the Charmed Ones single handedly destroyed their warren lines heritage. Dire consequences they had not seen coming may still have been on the fore for the sisters. Prescott street stood in a deafly silence. The Charmed ones were out and the demons were in.
Three familiar faces stepped around the corner. Distressed emotions expelled from their expressions. Something had gone wrong. Magic was not working the way they had planned it too. Their disguises had faded and would never return. They wanted to find out why. The familiar sound of Phoebe’s high heeled shoes grazing against the grass, the sound of Piper’s breathing, the sensation of Paige’s thoughts, returned to the manor property. The house they had walked away from just a day ago, to lead new normal lives, was still in tact.
“I’ll go see if it’s safe” Piper assured her sisters, opening the door to that familiar creek heard so many times.
Both Phoebe and Paige stared blankly at their feet beneath them before walking off silently in different directions around the house. Something was tapping into their emotions and although neither were mentally aware of it they knew it deep down inside. It was their heritage, their ancestors, their past calling out to them. An invisible whisper begged them to return, to keep people from dying; to finish their destiny. The message was being jammed by the sisters want for normal lives.
Phoebe, once youngest of her sisters and now the middle man stepped inside after Paige but turned around to look outside in. Memories filled her mind with such a depth she let out a tear. She remembered the day she had first walked away, many years ago when Roger had hit her. Prue never knew about that, Phoebe was glad. Standing like a statue she remembered and almost ghost like versions of her past self passed by her, walking down the manors front stairs. She recalled her suitcase dropping on the gutter on her way to New York, her smiling face after giving Jenny girl tips and her happiness the days Cole and her father returned. Memories came back to her. When.
“I never thought it would be this awkward” She said out loud, snapping herself from her daydream and back into reality.
Paige, although having only spent five years of her life in touch with her magical heritage felt just as lost as her other sisters. She entered the conservatory for a second, remembering the good times. The goose present from the elders on Piper’s Labor Day. The time she and Glen had snuck into the bushes outside to have sex. Her enchanted kowari shells she placed around the property in order to protect baby Wyatt. Paige stepped to the windows and pursed her hands on them. Looking up at the sky in wonder and fear, Paige didn’t know. Wondering how she had gotten to such a point in her life where she was actually wondering. A magical history had never been truly shown to her; it felt like five years had come and gone so quickly. She was scared because she was lost. Who am I? Crossed her mind a few times, now magnified from recent events, magnified by the familiar but distant echoes of Melinda Warren.
Piper, after checking the house entered her room. Her middle name was practically emotion, and she was feeling them all at once. A gut wrenching nausea exhausted her. She looked at Chris’s bassinet, wanting to see her children. Piper knew it was not safe. She felt like she was responsible for what happened, lying to the whole world just to get her own way. She knew magic owed her, but at the price of her family, innocents and her whole life, maybe they had all made a mistake.
Like a telepathic sense of insecurity, Piper, Phoebe and Paige found each other in the attic. Piper glanced at Paige who had her eyes set on Piper. Piper had her senses fixated on the book of shadows. Its triquetra’s three symbols no longer intertwined.
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She looked into the crystal ball that was left for her, to find a clue. There was a confused message. Words appearing at random, faces showing up slowly fading out to reveal more. She was in some sort of library cottage, complete with dark brown walls holding shelves of books. Lanterns could be visibly made out but were not lit. A small lamp sat idly on the desk revealing to absolutely no one, the girls features. She was focused, gathering energy from her surroundings. Her hair thick, long and black lit a slight blue in the light. Her scrunched up glance hid bright blue eyes, for she had a soul. Her blisteringly Goth like appearance gave off a false impression of a cold, mysterious looking girl. However on the inside an, insecure yet determined and loyal woman breathed silently. It took a few moments until she got the energy to stand up, she was weak but it was time for her to change destiny the best way she could.
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Piper hushed her sisters outside and closed the door behind them to a still dark and dreary night. The pupils in Phoebe’s eyes widened as she sensed something.
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“It’s still not clear exactly what happened yesterday but what we do know is that somebody has been confirmed dead, and that the three Halliwell sisters who lived there are now missing.” Leo switched off the television as calmly as he could, putting down the remote gently, he didn’t want to wake up the kids. Victor walked into the lounge with a bag of potato chips and a solemn attitude.
“Leo, what’s going on?” Victor asked, slowly sitting down next to his son in law. He was tired of being left in the dark about everything, not knowing where his daughters were or even if, they were still alive.
Leo had an epiphany.
“It’s the elders…”
“What’s the elders?” Victor asked bluntly.
Leo focused. He was a mortal now, but seventy years of being a Whitelighter left him with a magical residue. Victor felt a slight breeze strike his face, something magical he knew.
“Leo,” a familiar feminine voice called out, though there was no physical body to familiarize it with. Victor sat down in shock, twisting his head around as if to ask Leo what was happening. Leo’s throat stiffened, he replied.
“Sandra, its okay. Show yourself.”
In a familiar array of fluorescent blue and white orbs a sacred elder entered Victor’s apartment unaware of whether her being in the mortal world was the right thing to do. She took only a slight look at Leo before her connection with him intensified. She felt sorrow, that he had been put through so much. She felt regret for she had been one who had tried to purify him from the avatar rage and loyalty, proud to be the savior.
“Leo.” She replied, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news. Leo didn’t know how to begin, though he knew he had to say something. Getting straight to the point he asked,
“Why can’t the girls’ glamour?” a good question at that and although he knew the answer, Leo needed to be told just to make sure.
“You know as well as I do,” Sandra began unwillingly,
“That their barred from casting spells on themselves.” An awkward silence thickened the room. Victor became intrigued.
“They abandoned their destiny and tried to use personal gain magic on themselves. We had to take the book to a safe place.” She continued, breaking the silence.
“Oh really?” Leo’s left eyebrow flew upwards in confusion,
“What else did you expect them to do? Without the help of the cleaners they would have been arrested and most likely exposed.” Leo retaliated quietly.
“We couldn’t involve the cleaners this time, you know that Leo.” Sandra appealed, stepping closer to her estranged ex-Whitelighter friend.
“Every way possible would bring back Zankou. Time would repeat itself. The demonic world would catch on.” Sandra continued, though in her mind she knew what she was saying wasn’t completely true.
“The sisters have to figure this out for themselves. It’s their destiny” She finished hesitantly before giving Victor an oddly familiarized smile, then orbing out.
