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Post by Esmeralda on Sept 8, 2008 21:29:41 GMT -4
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TITLE: Friendship...and The Seer
AUTHOR: Esmeralda
TYPE (one-shot, chapters, part of a series): One-shot
RATING: (K, T, M, MA): T
LEAD CHARACTERS: The Seer (and Cole, Phoebe and Elizabeth Turner)
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: None
SHORT SUMMARY: When Cole gives The Seer a gift for helping him have Phoebe as his queen, The Seer wonders if she's found friends.
Dedicated to my wonderful betas, Primrose, Aurora and Silver. Could NOT have done this without you guys!
"It is done."
The Seer whispered the words to herself as she watched the new Source of All Evil place his hand on the Grimoire and say the words symbolizing the fact that he had accepted both his position and his power. A shiver of anticipation ran up and down her spine as this moment arrived. She had served many Sources in her long, long life, seen many coronations. Although this one’s reign would be one of the shortest, at its end she would finally reach her ultimate goal--possessing all of the power she had ever desired.
She smiled at the woman standing next to him. This young woman, once part of the most powerful force of good the world had ever known, would be the reason why she would have so much power for such a long time. Within this woman, this Charmed One, was a child with all the powers of a Charmed One blended with all the powers of The Source. Thanks to the potion The Seer had given to the woman and the tonic she would continue to feed her, that child would ensure that his mother remained evil for her so-short life, also ensuring that his father would, as well. Then, when the time was right for her, The Seer would bring that child into her own womb, becoming the next Source herself and then the power behind the throne of the most powerful, the most evil Source that had ever lived.
The newly crowned Source turned and walked up to his Seer, his hand linked to his queen's. He lifted the other hand to The Seer. In it laid the strangest thing—a small glass snow globe. Inside, the figure of a man held a blanket-wrapped baby in one arm, his other arm wrapped around the figure of a woman. "For you,” and he handed her the globe. “In gratitude,"
The Seer's large, dark, unblinking eyes stared dumbfounded at the foreign object in her hands, her forehead furrowing as she tried to understand the full meaning behind this gift, the very first time any Source which she had served had shown any form of appreciation for her services. This was nothing she could have foreseen.
"Thank you for helping me have Phoebe as my queen and our son as my heir."
The Seer looked up at the words, staring at him, already knowing that she was going to betray him, yet felt a brief ting of something--friendship perhaps--but if so, it had to be squelched quickly. She would have to find her tonic of pure evil as soon as possible and take a sip of it herself.
Looking down at the gift again, she realized that Cole Turner had been around humans too long. No Source was supposed to have friends--it required too much humanity. The thought made her smile, thinking that this Source, standing before her now, would not even exist were it not for her own friendship with a demon named Elizabeth.
TITLE: Friendship...and The Seer
AUTHOR: Esmeralda
TYPE (one-shot, chapters, part of a series): One-shot
RATING: (K, T, M, MA): T
LEAD CHARACTERS: The Seer (and Cole, Phoebe and Elizabeth Turner)
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: None
SHORT SUMMARY: When Cole gives The Seer a gift for helping him have Phoebe as his queen, The Seer wonders if she's found friends.
Friendship...and The Seer
by Esmeralda
by Esmeralda
Dedicated to my wonderful betas, Primrose, Aurora and Silver. Could NOT have done this without you guys!
"It is done."
The Seer whispered the words to herself as she watched the new Source of All Evil place his hand on the Grimoire and say the words symbolizing the fact that he had accepted both his position and his power. A shiver of anticipation ran up and down her spine as this moment arrived. She had served many Sources in her long, long life, seen many coronations. Although this one’s reign would be one of the shortest, at its end she would finally reach her ultimate goal--possessing all of the power she had ever desired.
She smiled at the woman standing next to him. This young woman, once part of the most powerful force of good the world had ever known, would be the reason why she would have so much power for such a long time. Within this woman, this Charmed One, was a child with all the powers of a Charmed One blended with all the powers of The Source. Thanks to the potion The Seer had given to the woman and the tonic she would continue to feed her, that child would ensure that his mother remained evil for her so-short life, also ensuring that his father would, as well. Then, when the time was right for her, The Seer would bring that child into her own womb, becoming the next Source herself and then the power behind the throne of the most powerful, the most evil Source that had ever lived.
The newly crowned Source turned and walked up to his Seer, his hand linked to his queen's. He lifted the other hand to The Seer. In it laid the strangest thing—a small glass snow globe. Inside, the figure of a man held a blanket-wrapped baby in one arm, his other arm wrapped around the figure of a woman. "For you,” and he handed her the globe. “In gratitude,"
The Seer's large, dark, unblinking eyes stared dumbfounded at the foreign object in her hands, her forehead furrowing as she tried to understand the full meaning behind this gift, the very first time any Source which she had served had shown any form of appreciation for her services. This was nothing she could have foreseen.
"Thank you for helping me have Phoebe as my queen and our son as my heir."
The Seer looked up at the words, staring at him, already knowing that she was going to betray him, yet felt a brief ting of something--friendship perhaps--but if so, it had to be squelched quickly. She would have to find her tonic of pure evil as soon as possible and take a sip of it herself.
Looking down at the gift again, she realized that Cole Turner had been around humans too long. No Source was supposed to have friends--it required too much humanity. The thought made her smile, thinking that this Source, standing before her now, would not even exist were it not for her own friendship with a demon named Elizabeth.
