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also known as cal. half whitelighter, half demon hybrid. biologically the daughter of cole turner and a fallen whitelighter named isabella moreno. twin to silas, unbeknownst to her, separated when they were mere children.
โ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ป๐ท๐ฎ๐ป. retweeted
๐๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ผ๐ฉ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ โ The middle child of Piper and Leo Halliwell.
Witch, brother, aspiring photographer.
"๐๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต."
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โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃโ โโโโ
The locket has been quiet ever since her birthday. She still sported the antique chain โround her neck, still waited (rather impatiently) for it to pulse or anything like it had the first time sheโd come into contact with it.
There โ
โ runes glowed with a soft golden light. A temple that was long forgotten stood aheadโyet somehow it seemed to be waiting, no ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ out to her.
She took a very cautious step forward, then froze suddenly when there was another flicker of light that appeared, though โ
โ this time it was behind her.
Callie spun around on the heels of her feet just in time to see it. Standing there in her presence was a figure who seemed to be her age, @ruinedrelic. He seemed familiar, yet somehow quite the opposite at the same time.
Closing shift at the bookstoreโdonโt know if Iโm excited for the quiet or afraid of it, to be honest.
๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ฉ. โโโ
Callie never truly expected her 18th birthday to change much of anything. She still had to wake up early in the morning for a long day of school, still had to finish off an evening shift at the bookstore. Nothing changed, not really.
Eighteen โ
โ or why it even felt like she was entering some place sheโd never be able to come back from.
But she took the locket that night. She wore it beneath her sweater, and told herself it was just an old, ancient necklace sheโd stumbled upon. It had no real meaningโฆ
It was just โ








