Retold
By Julien Gregg


Book 1 - Chapter 3
Family Ties


Damon sat in the kitchen the next morning looking into his cup of coffee as he thought about the day before. His powers had come to him when he needed them, so why didn't he feel good about them? He still couldn't figure out what his inborn power was. He'd caused the club to be filled with light. That was perfect, but how did he do it? That was what was bothering him. It was bothering him so much that he didn't even notice when Drake came into the kitchen, got his own cup of coffee and sat beside him.

"What's got you looking so distracted?" Drake asked as he waived a hand in front of his cousin's face.

"My powers," sighed Damon, pushing his coffee cup away.

"What about them?" Drake asked. "I thought your power of light was pretty cool."

"That's just it," replied Damon. "I don't know what it was."

"What do you mean?" Drake questioned. "It was light. You filled the club with light."

"Yes, but how?" Damon sighed. "I want to know more about that power but I don't even know if it's safe to use it."

"Safe to use what?" Dean asked as he came into the kitchen. He stretched and yawned as he looked at them.

"Safe for Damon to use his light power," explained Drake.

"Light power?"

"That's what Drake calls it," replied Damon. "I don't know what it is."

"Maybe we should summon Grandfather and ask him about it," said Dean after a moment of thought. "He might know more about our inborn powers than the Charmed powers."

"We could do that," said Damon. "It might be worth a shot."

"I'm in," said Drake. "When are we doing this?"

"We don't have anything to do right now," said Dean, looking at them both for a second.

"Let's do it," said Damon as he got up and put his coffee mug in the sink.

They filed up the stairs to the attic and Drake got the candles while Damon got the herbs they'd need and Dean took his position in front of the book. Once the candles were lit and the herbs were in the cauldron Dean began to say the words of the spell.

"Hear these words. Hear my cry. Spirit from the other side, come to me, I summon thee. Cross now the great divide," he said and they watched as the white lights swirled in the center of the circle of burning candles and their grandfather stepped out of the light.

"Hello again my sons," he said, smiling at them.

"Hello, Grandfather," said Dean. "We have a few questions for you."

"Whatever I can do to help," he said, walking out of the circle of candles and becoming as solid as they were.

"We vanquished a darkling yesterday," said Damon. "We just don't know how we did it."

"Vanquishing a darkling takes great power," replied Daniel.

"That's just it," said Dean. "Each of us used a power that we didn't know we had. We'd expected to have to use our Charmed powers so we learned how to trigger them. It wasn't the Charmed powers that we used though. I kissed my hand and blew it at the darkling after Drake raised his hands and shot electricity at him. Then Damon caused the entire club to light up."

"You're describing powers that are well known to me," said Daniel. "The Ice Kiss was my power when I was alive. Dean, it sounds as if you've inherited that one."

"What about what I did?" Drake asked. "I mean I'm happy to have an active power. I'd just like to know what it was."

"The power to channel electricity belonged to your great grandfather, Wyatt," said Daniel. "That and many others. Wyatt Halliwell was the strongest witch the family had ever seen. He was also half White Lighter."

"What's a White Lighter?" Damon asked.

"They're guardians that help guide witches and future White Lighters," explained Daniel. "You'll soon have a White Lighter assigned to you."

"Ok," said Damon. "But what about what I did yesterday?"

"Projection was also one of Wyatt's powers," said Daniel. "It's a very strong power and very useful. It can also be dangerous. The explanation for Wyatt's powers are all in the book."

"What about other powers?" Drake asked. "Are we going to suddenly discover that we have others?"

"You may," said Daniel, but there was no mistaking the fact that he was only referring to Drake. "Your mother was . . . different. You may have inherited a number of powers from her as well."

"How was she different?" asked Drake.

"You'll have to summon her to find out," replied Daniel. "I was sworn to secrecy by Gregory a long time ago. It seems that even death can't break the bond of that promise."

"Gregory?" Dean asked, thinking about the man named Gregory that his mother had argued with about his safety when he was a child. The same man had checked in on him at least five other times as he was growing up.

"He was your father's White Lighter, Dean," said Daniel. "He was Shae and Adam's as well. He made me swear an oath that I wouldn't say anything after Adam married Eliza."

"Is Gregory our White Lighter?" asked Dean.

"No," replied Daniel. "He was reassigned after Adam died."

"But we can summon my mother?" Drake asked, looking at his grandfather expectantly.

"You can," Daniel said slowly. "I'd think it over carefully before you do though."

"Why?"

"I can't tell you that," said Daniel. "I'm sorry, Drake."

"The oath?" Drake asked, wondering just what it was about his mother that had to be kept secret.

"The oath," he affirmed. He walked back to the center of the circle of candles and smiled at them.

"Thank you, Grandfather," said Dean.

"Blessed be, my sons," said Daniel and then the white lights swirled around him until he was gone.

"Why do you think he said he'd think it over very carefully?" Drake asked when his grandfather was gone.

"I'm not sure," said Dean. "There's nothing about your mother in the book, but there's something about your father."

"There is?" asked Drake, coming around the circle to the book.

"There's something about your father and mine," he said. "Damon's mother is in here too."

"I read what it says about my mother," Damon said without looking at the book. "It's just an account of her vanquishing demons."

"It also tells what her power was," said Dean. "Molecular Stasis."

"What does that mean?" Drake asked.

"It means that she could freeze objects and people just like I can," replied Damon. "It isn't time that freezes."

"You got that from what little it says about your mom in here?" asked Drake.

"No," replied Damon. "I looked it up."

"Ah," he said, looking back down at the book.

Drake still wasn't sure about summoning his mother. He wanted to but something about the way his grandfather had said he'd think it over carefully before summoning her made him uneasy. There was something about his mother that he didn't know. There wasn't even an entry in the book to explain it. He wished he could find out what it was without asking her. He thought about it as he helped his cousins clean up the candles and return the attic to its normal state.

They didn't ask him about it anymore as they went downstairs to have lunch. They made sandwiches in the kitchen and sat down to eat them. The newspaper was on the table when they sat down, but none of them could remember bringing it inside the house. Drake picked it up and shuddered as a premonition took him over.

He saw a young girl with red hair and terrified green eyes running from someone he couldn't see at first. Then the demon caught her and he gasped as he saw the face of the demon. He was horribly burned and his teeth were jagged. His eyes were black and his forked tongue ran over his blackened lips as he held the girl. He looked around and saw that they were in an ally. The buildings around them were abandoned but he could see a sign that said "Brinkman Bakery" on one of them. He shuddered again as the vision left him.

"Drake?" Damon breathed as he touched his arm. "You all right?"

"I had a premonition," he said as he looked at the newspaper. The front page showed a crime scene in another ally. He could tell that it wasn't the one from his premonition though. "I know who killed this kid in the paper. He's going to kill a girl if we don't stop him."

"Tell me everything you saw, Drake," said Dean, putting his sandwich down and giving his cousin his complete attention. Drake described everything he'd seen. When he got to the demon's face he shuddered again. Damon was up and looking at the map in the telephone book. Drake just looked at Dean.

"I found Brinkman Bakery," said Damon. "It's listed in here. I think I know how to get there."

"What time of day was your premonition?" Dean asked Drake.

"It was getting dark in the ally," replied Drake. "I think the sun was setting."

"That gives us three hours," said Dean as he looked at his watch. "Let's get to the book and see if we can identify the demon."

They went back up to the attic and began to search the book. Drake was surprised that there were so many demons in the book. Several were vanquished but there were so many that were either unaccounted for or still at large. They searched for nearly twenty minutes before Drake saw the face of the demon in the book.

Lordan was once a very handsome demon according to the book. It gave two pictures of his face. In one he looked like a normal human male, and Drake had to admit that he looked handsome. In the other the face had been burned away. The book said that he had seduced a witch and tried to turn her evil. She had burned his handsome features away so that he couldn't charm women anymore. It said that Lordan was constantly searching for members of the family line of the witch who'd burned him.

"All right," said Dean. "Let's go to the bakery and see if we can find the victim."

"Sounds like a plan," said Damon. "I think I can find it."

Having grown up in different parts of the country none of them really knew their way around San Francisco. They filed down the stairs to the waiting SUV that Mr. Pollock had said belonged to them now. Damon carried the map of the city with him. Dean clutched the piece of paper he'd written the vanquishing spell on. The darkling from the day before had been one thing. They were now hunting a Power of Three demon. He supposed they would find out soon enough if they were up to the challenge of being the Charmed Ones.

The sun was just beginning to set as they finally found the bakery. Damon's sense of direction wasn't as good as he'd thought. They parked across the street, fed the meter and went inside. Drake saw the victim right away. She was behind the counter, helping customers. He told his cousins and they went to take seats at the counter. They saw that her name tag said her name was Lori.

"Can I help you guys?" she asked as she smiled at them. Dean was amazed at how beautiful she was. Her red hair shined under the lights above her and her green eyes held a life that seemed to be carefree.

"Just coffee for us, please," he said, returning her smile.

"What do we do?" Damon asked as soon as she walked away. "We can't just tell her that a demon is after her."

"You said it happened in the ally?" Dean asked Drake.

"Yeah," he replied as he looked around at everyone in the bakery. "From the look of the sun outside I"d say it's going to happen very soon."

"Why don't I go back there and have a look?" Damon asked, getting up from his stool.

"Be careful," said Dean as he watched his cousin walk back out the door.

Damon walked to the ally and looked around. There wasn't anything to see other than trash cans and boarded windows. The other buildings on the other side of the block were all empty and it looked like they were each in need of repairs. He was about to give up when he saw someone crouching beside the dumpster right outside the back door of the bakery. He walked closer until he could see the demon's burned face. Without thinking he raised his hands and froze the demon.

It seemed like seconds later and Dean and Drake were walking around the building. He turned to look at his cousins as the back door of the bakery opened and Lori stepped out of it with trash bags in her hands. She smiled at him until she saw the frozen demon crouched next to the dumpster.

"Oh my god!" she cried, dropping the trash bags and backing off just as the demon un-froze.

"You," he said, glaring at Damon. Then he formed a ball of light in his hand and Damon froze him again.

"Get out of here!" he cried to Lori who was still standing right where she'd dropped the trash bags. "Dean, Drake, help!"

His cousins came running just as the demon un-froze again. The ball of light sailed through the air but missed Damon as he ducked under it. Then something amazing happened. Drake was at his side and incredibly another ball of light formed in his hand. He threw it at the demon, but it seemed to ripple and then was gone. The ball of light hit the dumpster and it exploded. Then Drake rippled and was gone as well.

"What the Hell?" Lori gasped as she stood up again. She looked from Dean to Damon and back again.

"What just happened?" Dean asked as he got to Damon.

"I'm not sure," said Damon. "He's just gone."

"He shimmered like a demon!" cried Lori, looking at the two of them with fear in her eyes.

"We're not demons," said Dean. "We're the Charmed Ones."

"Demons aren't Charmed Ones," she spat. "Your friend is a demon. He threw an energy ball and shimmered. Demons do that, not witches!"

They looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces. How could Drake be a demon? It didn't make sense, but they'd seen what he'd done. The ball of light, or energy ball as Lori called it, looked just like the one the demon had thrown at Damon. It didn't make sense. Dean couldn't think about it anymore. At that moment the demon reappeared. Then, seconds later, so did Drake.

"Now!" cried Drake as he stood beside Dean. Dean just looked at him, so Drake pulled the piece of paper out of Dean's pocket and held it out so they could each see it.

"Spirits of good and family, set us of this demon free," they said together as the demon began to wail in agony. "Take his ravaged, evil shell and drive this demon back to hell!"

They watched as the demon spun in a complete circle. He screamed and hissed at them until flames erupted from his black eyes and mouth. His screaming grew louder as the flames consumed him. Then he exploded and was gone. They'd vanquished their first Power of Three demon. Then Drake felt their eyes on him.

"What did you do, Drake?" Damon asked with wide eyes.

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking back at them. "He tried to kill you, so I just used his own magic against him."

"It was more than that," said Dean. "You shimmered out like the demon."

"I just followed him . . ." Drake stopped as he thought about what they'd said. He had done exactly what the demon had done. How was that possible? "I'm not a demon."

"You have the powers of a demon," said Lori, coming to stand in front of them. "Why?"

"I don't know," said Drake. "I'm not a demon. I'm a Charmed One."

"You can't be a Charmed One," she said. "For one thing, the Charmed Ones are female. And demons can't be Charmed!"

Without another word, Drake shimmered out again. His cousins were left to stare at the place where he'd been. Then they looked at Lori who was still regarding them with caution. Dean didn't understand what was going on, but he knew about the female Charmed Ones. His great great grandmother had been a Charmed One.

"Look," he sighed. "My name is Dean Halliwell. I assure you that we are the Charmed Ones. The Angel of Destiny told us so. I don't know what's going on with Drake, but I'm sure we can find out. You're safe now. The demon is vanquished."

"Just stay away from me," she said, backing away from them.

They quickly got to the SUV and drove back to the manor. They still didn't know where Drake went or how he was using demonic powers. They were confused and a little scared. What if Drake really was a demon? How could that be? Dean couldn't think. All he knew was that he had to get back to the manor.

When they got there they saw the light on in the attic. They raced inside and up the stairs just in time to find Drake lighting the circle of candles. They watched for a moment unsure of what to do. If he was a demon weren't they supposed to vanquish him? But if the was a demon why didn't their grandfather know it?

"What are you doing, Drake?" asked Damon.

"I'm summoning my mother to get some answers," he said quickly. "You can help or you can watch. Just don't try to stop me."

"We won't stop you," said Dean.

"Hear these words, hear my cry. Spirit from the other side come to me, I summon thee. Cross now the great divide," he said and then amber lights appeared in the circle. They were like the white lights that came when they summoned their grandfather. Then a blond woman stepped through the light and into the circle.

"Drake," she said, smiling at him. "I knew you'd summon me eventually."

"You're my mother?" Drake asked, staring at her.

"Yes, Drake," she said with a huge smile. "I'm your mother."

"You know why I summoned you, don't you?" he asked.

"Your powers," she sighed. "I'd hoped that you wouldn't inherit any of my powers, Drake."

"These powers come from you?" he asked.

"The demonic powers do," she affirmed. "We were worried that you might inherit them."

"But I'm not a demon," he said.

"No you aren't a demon," she replied quickly. "You are a Charmed One, Drake. I'm sure that you can use those powers for good. I used mine for good once I met your father."

"You're a demon?" he asked, looking at her with wide eyes.

"Half demon and half human," she said. "My mother was a witch who tried to vanquish a demon who seduced her instead."

"How is this possible?" he asked as his cousins came to stand beside him.

"We hid my heritage from the Elders and got married," she said. "Even after your father learned the truth about Dax."

"Dax?" he asked.

"That's another matter," she said, shaking her head. "I can't tell you about Dax right now. All I can tell you is that you aren't a demon. You possess upper level demonic powers, but you are human. It's up to you how you use those powers."

"How can I have demonic powers and still be a human?" he asked, shaking his head.

"Drake, you're going to have to deal with this," she said. "You are a strong man. I've watched you all your life. I know that you can do this. With your Charmed Power, your demonic powers can be used for good. I know that with them will come a strong temptation for evil, but you can fight it. Surely the Elders knew that when they allowed you to have your powers."

"Elders?" he asked in confusion.

"You'll learn about them when the time is right," she said, shaking her head. "I'm only allowed to answer questions about your powers and my heritage, Drake. Anything else you have to learn about on your own."

"We'll help him," said Damon.

"I know you will, Damon," she said with a smile. "It's so good to see the three of you together again at last. Be good to each other and cherish each other. You are the Charmed Ones. Never let anyone make you doubt it. Blessed be."

Then she was gone in those amber lights and the cousins stood looking at the place where she'd been.


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