The morning is young (Prue, OPEN) Nov 27, 2018 5:22:01 GMT
Post by CHARLES WILLIAMSON on Nov 27, 2018 5:22:01 GMT
It was late at night, to some young women this was the perfect time to sneak out for a party. To escape without the parental authority, and to let ones wild side loose. That was for the young twenty year old. For this woman, Prudence Halliwell. Well... She had always been an early bird. First one up, last one down.
Prue Halliwell woke up sleepily and walked downstairs. Unknown to her that she wasn't alone. A slight wind passed through the living room, stopping in the kitchen of the Trudeau home. It was invisible for now, as the being used a spell to hide themselves from this specific witch. A Charmed One no doubt. Though Charles had discovered the one who was once a Witch now was a Witch lighter. What a pity... He thought to himself.
Charles knew a lot of Prudence. Having been around even before the girls found out about there blessed destiny. As he watched her walk into the kitchen he wondered if she could tell he was there... So far no sign. He was standing by the door, feet behind Prue.
Today he was not going to rest. He had a plan. One that unlike others, he calculated carefully. That's when he revealed himself. Charles could see the dark haired woman begin to turn around to face him. She was not startled, and Prue turned and noticed someone was there Charles acted quickly.
He put up his right hand opened his fist as if to show stop, and whispered something in latin. In seconds Prue was thrown backwards, the speed whirled her through themail air, making her body turn and fly towards the kitchen table. Her forehead hit the corner of the table with a bang as the force threw her to the ground.
Charles stood there as he watched Prue. He looked at her cautiously not threatening, more with curiosity. "Oh Prue. Prue." He paused "you just had to come back, my dear."