Post by CHARLES WILLIAMSON on Nov 28, 2018 22:03:40 GMT
Charles appeared in the underworld. It was a quiet area away from the noise and violence of the underworld. Surprisingly it was still very open. A wide space where any demon could appear if he allowed them. He walked with the former Charmed One in his arms. Unconscious she was, and very human like. In this state she posed very little danger to him.
The warlock walked over to a long table and placed Prue on the table. One of her arms swung over the end of the table and hung there, lifelessly. With another wave of his hand shackles appeared on Prue's wrist. Her left hand.
When she woke up, he was sure she would be angered. She would try to call for her sisters, for Andy, for Leo. It would not work here. This was a different place, sealed by dark magic. This was where Prue needed to be while Charles planned to attack not only the Charmed Ones, but the whole family.
It would be easier now that he had the powers of a Charmed One as well. He walked over to Prue and put his hand on her forehead. "Shhh... I have something in store for you too". He spoke as he started his own Wiccan spell. Prue would be stuck in a nighmare.
Post by PRUDENCE MELINDA HALLIWELL on Dec 8, 2018 4:32:50 GMT
Prue Halliwell could see only darkness around her. It was pitch black. She couldn't make out anything. She didn't feel cold or hot. She was just somewhere. Was she in the underworld?, Was she in another Astral plane?. Prue walked straight and it seemed like nothing obstructed her path.
She sighed to herself. Okay so she wasn't a Charmed One anymore. She wasn't someone who had a magical destiny. She was still half witch, half whitelighter. Perhaps she could reach her husband. The two had the whitelighter connection after all. They were both returned to the Halliwell family as a gift.
No matter how far she walked everything was dark. What were her sisters doing now she wondered?. Prue felt younger here. Younger but not powerful. Slowly there appeared a little less darkness. It was like walking through a foggy forest in early morning hours.
"Prue... Prue... I know your here." The woman looked around for where the voice came from. The voice was chilling but clear. "You are far from your family now Prue.". The witch realized the voice was now in her head. This man was connected to her somehow.
"SHOW YOURSELF ! " Prue yelled forcefully. She turned around in a circle. The voice snickered, "You don't want to find your family, trust me on that".
Post by CHARLES WILLIAMSON on Dec 26, 2018 19:13:43 GMT
For a few moments Charles stood there, observing the Halliwell. He thought to himself that it would be pure madness to attempt this attack when Prue was still a Charmed One. She was now merely a witch-lighter, a witch and angel. Though a part of him knew this was his opportunity to shine. After all, the Halliwell line was descending from her.
The woman was still but aggravated. Her head moving from one side to another as if to fight off a horrible nightmare. Every now and then her arm twitched. Prue was still very much alive, but in a different dimension. "Piper.." She mumbled.
Charles looked at her sadly. Then whispered, "your here to stay my dear.. They can't hear you". This warlock would test the very limit of the Halliwell power. He would test Prue in the most difficult ways. Then he turned around and blinked out.