Charmed Fic: Tale of the Three Little Witches
Title: The Tale of the Three Little Witches
Fandom: Charmed
Prompt: Table 4: Author's choice - Story
Characters: Lena, OFC
Rating: PG
Summary: Lena tells her daughter a bedtime story.
“Mommy, tell me a story!” Lena Halliwell-Kalos smiled down at her daughter and nodded. She climbed into the little bed, the small girl lying against her.
“What would you like to hear?” she asked.
“Tell me the one about the witches and the demon king!” she requested with excitement.
“That one again? Well it is a good story.” Lena shifted to make them both more comfortable before launching into her tale. Her child was silent throughout, clinging to her and listening with rapt attention.
“Once upon a time, there lived three good witches; two brothers and their cousin. The oldest was fair-haired and tall, and he was the most powerful witch the world had ever known. The younger had brown hair and bright green eyes. He was the smartest of them all, always thinking and planning. The youngest was dark haired and the shortest of them all. She was… intuitive, she could see the past and the future and how things would come together.
These three witches were very special. But, there were very bad creatures who wanted to kill the three and cover the world in darkness. The three witches lived through many battles with very bad things called demons, and they didn’t always get along, but they always loved each other. It was hard for them to grow up as witches, and many of their friends went to heaven, which made them very sad. They were family, but they were also the very best of friends.
The three witches took an oath, which meant that they made a promise that bound them to each other, causing their fates to become intertwined, like the three pieces of hair in a braid. This made them even stronger, and because they were both so strong and so good they were made Kings and Queen in Camelot, the most magical place of all. There an army of those loyal and good banded around the three, wanting more than anything to fight alongside them.
So on the chosen day, the witches and the army went to the chosen field. They saw in the distance an army of the worst creatures imaginable and they were scared. But they saw each other, and when they met eyes from different parts of the army of good, they knew that they could rely on each other, and so they weren’t scared anymore.
The battle was long and it was difficult. Many of the army of good fell, even though there were angels on their side that could fix any wounds. But the bad things could hurt the good faster than the angels could heal. However, the goodness of their army gave them the strength they needed to defeat many of the bad demons. And so finally the demon king was the only one left. He was also very strong, maybe even stronger than the three witches. The three witches came together across the field. They held onto each other and brought together their powers and their strength to fight the demon king. In the moment that their magic came together, they felt as if they were all the same person. Together, they beat the demon and so the world was covered with light and there was no more despair or hatred and everyone was happy.”
“What happened to the witches after that?” the girl asked.
Lena started. She had never asked that before. She realized her daughter was growing up, and simply stating that everyone was happy was no longer a good enough ending.
“Well…” Lena began, pausing as she tried to collect her thoughts. It was a now-or-never moment, either she finished the story the way it had happened or she invented a false ending. “The witches no longer had powers, because in a world of good there was no need for magic. And so the oath they made… it was unmade. Losing their power made them sad, because it had been part of them for so long. It was hard for them to be together, because they remembered what it was like when they fought the demon king, when the three became one. And so being together afterwards just made them lonelier. Years went by, and they went their separate ways. But even though they could not bear to be together, they still loved each other very, very much.”
“Did they ever see each other again?”
Lena thought of Chris and Wyatt, their tight expressions and awkward smiles the last time they parted. How long ago had that been? How quickly the years were passing them by. “I don’t know,” Lena whispered, smoothing the girl’s hair. She remembered clutching her cousins’ hands tightly in hers, feeling magic run through them; remembered losing herself in the connection, becoming merely a part of something great and powerful and just, thoughts and feelings and hopes and dreams swirling unchecked, what belonged to her, to Wyatt, to Chris, had in that moment belonged to all of them. And overarching it all was that fierce love that linked their souls. Her heart ached for them.
“I think they saw each other again,” Lena’s daughter said firmly. “They loved each other so much, so that had to have.” Lena smiled at her words, leaning her head against the girl’s.
“I hope they did.”
Fandom: Charmed
Prompt: Table 4: Author's choice - Story
Characters: Lena, OFC
Rating: PG
Summary: Lena tells her daughter a bedtime story.
“Mommy, tell me a story!” Lena Halliwell-Kalos smiled down at her daughter and nodded. She climbed into the little bed, the small girl lying against her.
“What would you like to hear?” she asked.
“Tell me the one about the witches and the demon king!” she requested with excitement.
“That one again? Well it is a good story.” Lena shifted to make them both more comfortable before launching into her tale. Her child was silent throughout, clinging to her and listening with rapt attention.
“Once upon a time, there lived three good witches; two brothers and their cousin. The oldest was fair-haired and tall, and he was the most powerful witch the world had ever known. The younger had brown hair and bright green eyes. He was the smartest of them all, always thinking and planning. The youngest was dark haired and the shortest of them all. She was… intuitive, she could see the past and the future and how things would come together.
These three witches were very special. But, there were very bad creatures who wanted to kill the three and cover the world in darkness. The three witches lived through many battles with very bad things called demons, and they didn’t always get along, but they always loved each other. It was hard for them to grow up as witches, and many of their friends went to heaven, which made them very sad. They were family, but they were also the very best of friends.
The three witches took an oath, which meant that they made a promise that bound them to each other, causing their fates to become intertwined, like the three pieces of hair in a braid. This made them even stronger, and because they were both so strong and so good they were made Kings and Queen in Camelot, the most magical place of all. There an army of those loyal and good banded around the three, wanting more than anything to fight alongside them.
So on the chosen day, the witches and the army went to the chosen field. They saw in the distance an army of the worst creatures imaginable and they were scared. But they saw each other, and when they met eyes from different parts of the army of good, they knew that they could rely on each other, and so they weren’t scared anymore.
The battle was long and it was difficult. Many of the army of good fell, even though there were angels on their side that could fix any wounds. But the bad things could hurt the good faster than the angels could heal. However, the goodness of their army gave them the strength they needed to defeat many of the bad demons. And so finally the demon king was the only one left. He was also very strong, maybe even stronger than the three witches. The three witches came together across the field. They held onto each other and brought together their powers and their strength to fight the demon king. In the moment that their magic came together, they felt as if they were all the same person. Together, they beat the demon and so the world was covered with light and there was no more despair or hatred and everyone was happy.”
“What happened to the witches after that?” the girl asked.
Lena started. She had never asked that before. She realized her daughter was growing up, and simply stating that everyone was happy was no longer a good enough ending.
“Well…” Lena began, pausing as she tried to collect her thoughts. It was a now-or-never moment, either she finished the story the way it had happened or she invented a false ending. “The witches no longer had powers, because in a world of good there was no need for magic. And so the oath they made… it was unmade. Losing their power made them sad, because it had been part of them for so long. It was hard for them to be together, because they remembered what it was like when they fought the demon king, when the three became one. And so being together afterwards just made them lonelier. Years went by, and they went their separate ways. But even though they could not bear to be together, they still loved each other very, very much.”
“Did they ever see each other again?”
Lena thought of Chris and Wyatt, their tight expressions and awkward smiles the last time they parted. How long ago had that been? How quickly the years were passing them by. “I don’t know,” Lena whispered, smoothing the girl’s hair. She remembered clutching her cousins’ hands tightly in hers, feeling magic run through them; remembered losing herself in the connection, becoming merely a part of something great and powerful and just, thoughts and feelings and hopes and dreams swirling unchecked, what belonged to her, to Wyatt, to Chris, had in that moment belonged to all of them. And overarching it all was that fierce love that linked their souls. Her heart ached for them.
“I think they saw each other again,” Lena’s daughter said firmly. “They loved each other so much, so that had to have.” Lena smiled at her words, leaning her head against the girl’s.
“I hope they did.”