Destined - "Charmed" fic - PG, gen
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tigriswolf
Title: Destined
Fandom: “Charmed”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: unchanged future
Pairings: canon, mostly
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 810
Point of view: first
This is always where we were going, and there was never any escape.
For centuries our family fought evil, and only a rare few ever turned. The odd spell here and there turned some for a while, but they always found a way out.
And then the first boy born to the bloodline in a thousand years—an anomaly. Something that would not be replicated.
Wyatt Halliwell, the most powerful being of all time, of all the worlds. Son of a Whitelighter and a Charmed One. Twice Blessed Heir of Magic. Culmination of all that was good and right in the world. Anomaly.
The Elders and the magical community were sure there wouldn’t be another boy born to a Warren daughter. There could not be. Wyatt was special; he’d been prophesized for millennia, if one knew where to look.
But then Christopher came to be, strange and secretive Chris, who loved only his brother and mother and me. He was not Twice Blessed, though Leo had become an Elder. He was completely unexpected, an unknown. Not even two years after Wyatt and another boy for the Halliwells?
Balanced on a knife, the world began to tremble because everything was wrong.
They were the only sons, my brothers. Aunt Paige had two daughters and Aunt Phoebe three. Paige married a mortal and Phoebe the ex-Source, once he’d resurrected again. Neither lived long: Paige died when Megan was three and Phoebe when Patty turned four.
So Momma raised us all, the next generation of good. Wyatt was the oldest and I the youngest. Wyatt, Chris, Prudence, Penelope, Megan, Patricia, Talia, and I—Melinda.
Dad helped when he could, but he had the Elders to deal with. I understood but Wyatt felt abandoned. Prue, Penny, and Patty began rebelling the earliest, unable to cope with their dual natures. Prue lashed out at the demons, going on ever more dangerous missions. Mom did the best she could and Wyatt tried to rein Prue in—but she died at fifteen and Penny soon followed. Patty lasted until she was twenty, but cousins could never equal sisters and she succumbed to grief.
Megan died when a truck hit her car at sixteen. She never saw it coming and had no chance to orb. Talia lasted the longest, till just after Wyatt claimed the world. She could not deal with such a coup and fought against us.
I know that my brothers are wrong, that nothing is as it should be. I know that my soul is probably damned and my mother winces with shame in the afterlife. I also know this is always where we were going, and we never could have avoided it.
If Momma still lived, Chris would never have followed Wyatt. If Momma still lived, Wyatt would never have fallen.
Momma had the two strongest witches of all time, sons of a Whitelighter and an Elder. And I, daughter of a mortal, testament of a week-long retirement before Dad went back to the clouds. Momma did the best she could, and no one could have done better.
Sometimes, I dream of those days before this world. When I and my cousins played together, when my brothers watched over us. Now we three are all that is left, powerful remnants of a family gone. And our names are cursed instead of revered.
Wyatt rules, King of the Darkness, Emperor of the World, Twice Blessed Heir of Magic. And Chris stands beside him, the only of us not foretold. The citizens whisper that Wyatt is the most powerful being, but we three know the truth.
If Chris did not love us, he could destroy us and take it all.
Eventually, the Darkness is stronger than the Light. And our family always walked the edge. We have no explanation and we utter no excuses. This is easier than the constant fight.
Wyatt was prophesized. And I am meant to be. But Chris…
He was not mentioned anywhere, even though all our cousins were. Wyatt tells him it means nothing, that something was overlooked. But Chris and I know.
I see no way out of this perversion. Wyatt cannot see what he has become. And Chris can only see what hurt, before; he’s lost sight of the pleasure, of the fun we had bathed in Light. I wish I could help them. I wish I could save them.
I wish for my childhood back.
Prue and Penny and Megan and Patty and Talia—I am glad you are beyond this pain. Dad, forgive me for my weakness. Aunt Paige and Uncle Henry, Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Cole—I miss you. Momma…
Momma…
Forgive me for letting them fall. Forgive me for falling with them. Forgive me for not seeing a way out of this.
Momma, forgive me for giving up. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself.
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Date: 2008-07-26 07:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-26 01:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-26 03:41 pm (UTC)This was so evocative, and so real. It really captures the feel of such a future.
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Date: 2008-07-26 05:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-10-13 06:38 pm (UTC)Love your idea!!!
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Date: 2008-10-14 01:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-21 12:25 pm (UTC)The idea that Chris knows them well enough that he could destroy them and take over, if he wanted, is intriguing. The fact that he doesn't, just wants to be with them, his last family...and then there's Wyatt, trying to reassure him it's all right that he's not "meant" to be, like the others.
There's always so many subtle implications and undercurrents going on in your stuff, it's frustrating they're not longer!
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Date: 2011-05-22 05:19 pm (UTC)Long stories don't work out with me, more often than not. It's frustrating.