(This takes place at the beginning of Centennial Charmed.)
Cole Turner was drunk. And depressed. He had just celebrated(for lack of a better word)his 118th birthday and the woman he loved beyond life itself wanted him dead. Okay, technically he wanted her dead as well, but that was another matter. He opened the door and wobbled into his penthouse trying not to get sick on anything.
"Why the hell do I let this stuff affect me?" he wondered out loud. "I wish I were dead. Then everything would be better."
Cole had just dropped his keys onto the table when he began to shake violently. A whitish light appeared around him as he gasped for breath. He had time for a final scream as he exploded into thousands of tiny orb lights, which then dissipated.
Paige Matthews orbed into view, looking very pleased. "Yes! I did it! You can scratch one Cole Turner from existence. He won't bother Phoebe or any of us ever again." She looked at the spot where Cole had stood. "That's what you get for messing with the Charmed Ones."
Just as Paige turned to leave however, a cloud appeared and wind whipped around, growing in intensity. Before Paige could orb out it had swept her off her feet. She shrieked as she was buffeted around. Paige hit her head on something hard and passed out.
When she came to she saw something that made her jaw drop. What was it?
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