Okay guys, here's the episode. Sorry for the delay. As I said, it won't impact on the release date for ep10.
Charmed
Season 4, Episode 9
Did You Hear What Happened to Phoebe Halliwell?
By P3Nathan
In the dark, red-tinted caves of The Underworld, a swirling vortex appeared in mid-air. From the crackling portal, Phoebe floated down to the ground, her feet gently touching the warm dirt ground. She glared at the towering metal doorway before her and started making her first attempt at opening it, when three demon guards shimmered in.
Reminded of the beings that had kept her in her cell, Phoebe fixed her crimson glare on them.
One of the demons threw an energy ball her way, but she dodged it with little to no effort. She grabbed him by the neck and levitated with him. The other demons nervously watched as she threw him into a nearby fire pit.
She swooped down, kicking the second demon to the floor in the process. Panicked, the third demon pulled out a dagger and swiped violently. She defended herself against most of his attacks, but eventually the blade sliced into her cheek. Black bile dripped down from her wound, the demon shocked by the liquid steaming on the ground.
She smirked, then raised her hand and the blood hardened into a large black spike shooting up from the ground, impaling both demons before they had a chance to move, their bodies vanishing in a veil of fire and ash.
She now waved her arms at the door as whisperings and screams echoed through her mind. The door surrendered to her, slowly creaking open. She stepped inside to be greeted by a little girl whose eyes shone red. “I was expecting you.”
“You know what I’m after?”
The girl nodded. “I do.”
“Then tell me where I need to go.”
Prue and Piper sat with a young man in a black suit. Piper flipped through various leaflets he had handed her earlier while Prue attempted to listen to what he was saying.
“There are a few different options in terms of the service,” the man explained, all business and very little empathy. “It depends how much you want it to be personal to your father and how religious you want it to be. That’ll also impact on the service cards, of course…”
There was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it,” Piper instantly jumped up, clearly eager for a break.
At the door she found a sympathetic Darryl. “Hey, Piper.”
She hugged him. “Thanks for coming.”
Prue and the other gentleman joined them at the door, Prue not as subtle about guiding him towards the exit as she might have liked to be. “Okay,” she assured him. “So we’ll take some time to think all of this over and call you.”
“Right, well any concerns, just let me know.”
Prue managed both a smile and a nod, then a sigh of relief after he left the Manor.
“Funeral plans?” Darryl asked.
“Yep,” Prue sighed.
Piper also sighed. “Grams had a whole funeral plan figured out; unfortunately Dad didn’t.”
“Well, we weren’t in his lives for a while,” Prue fumed, “so I guess he figured that as long as that was the case, he wouldn’t have to plan for his untimely death.”
“Prue…” and Piper put her arm around her big sister.
“Sorry, I’m just… I thought I’d dealt with my whole ‘angry at death’ thing, but I’m not angry for me this time; I’m angry for him.”
“Well maybe we should put our anger where it belongs,” Piper suggested. “Work to get Phoebe back and avenge him with the Power of Three.”
“Will Phoebe be willing to vanquish Cole?” Darryl asked nervously.
Again Prue sighed, her eyes turning sad as she worried about her baby sister. “We don’t even know what state she’s in - she might not be fit to be vanquishing anybody. We just want her home.”
“Even with Phoebe and the Book, we don’t know how to vanquish him,” Piper reminded them. “He made himself immune to the potion.”
“There’s got to be a way,” Darryl insisted encouragingly. “You guys will find it; you always do.”
Prue and Piper smiled at their friend’s vote of confidence, even if their feeling of hopelessness didn’t really subside.
“Piper! Prue!” Leo’s voice called from upstairs.
The three of them hurried up to the attic to see Leo setting up a circle of white candles.
“Hey,” Piper greeted. “What’s going on?”
Leo lit the last of the candles. “I just got back from The Elders. They think they’re onto The Source’s plan and what’s going on with Phoebe. I’m going back up there to help out, but first, they’ve arranged for you to speak with someone.”
“Who?” Prue asked.
Within the circle of candles, twinkling white lights began to twirl and form a glowing cloud of light. As the brightness subsided, there stood Patty Halliwell in her glowing ethereal form. She smiled softly at her daughters.
Prue and Piper were stunned. Seeing the ghost of their mother now, when they had just lost their dad, reminding them that they were now adult orphans, hit them with quite an emotional tidal wave.
“Mom,” a teary-eyed Piper greeted.
Prue smiled, welling up herself. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“My beautiful girls,” Patty’s voiced slightly echoed. “I wish I could hold you like last time, but The Elders have sent me for a specific purpose. Even so, it’s wonderful to get to be near you again.”
“Is it about Dad, is he okay?” Prue asked. “Or…or is it about Phoebe?”
“Both,” Leo answered on the spirit’s behalf.
Patty prepared herself to break some unsettling news. “Your father’s soul hasn’t passed on into the afterlife and The Elders aren’t certain where he is… but they think The Source might have him.”
Piper immediately felt sick. “What could The Source want with Dad?”
“I’m not sure… but I think I do know what he wants with Phoebe.”
“Do you know where she is,” Prue asked hopefully. “What’s happening to her?”
Patty bowed her head, her ghostly eyes tinted with sadness.
The look on her mother’s face made Piper’s stomach drop to her feet. “Mom? Is Phoebe going to be okay?”
Patty looked up and took in a deep breath to steady her emotion. “That’s why The Elders have sent me. There’s a story that you’ve never been told; a side of our history that we foolishly kept from you, thinking it was for the best.”
“How far back are we talking?” Prue wanted to know.
“The very beginning of your prophecy,” Patty started. “The day Melinda Warren was put to death.”
Phoebe stood before a golden elevator. She was still in The Underworld, but this part was slightly different. It was still warm and red-tinted, but this part seemed smoother and less stone age. She looked for a button to open the doors, but couldn’t find one.
But that wasn’t a problem it seemed, as the elevator pinged and opened for her by itself. She stepped inside. It was bizarre; she could have easily been in the elevator at Prue’s old auction house, Buckland’s; or at some fancy hotel.
Inside, she did have buttons to press. Nine of them. Having been told by The Keeper of the Scroll exactly where she needed to be, Phoebe pressed the button marked 9. The doors closed and the elevator went down.
(Opening Credits)
Salem, Massachusetts, 1692.
Two men dragged Melinda Warren through a crowd as villagers pelted her with stones. Her hands were tied behind her back as she was taken towards the gallows, her hair and face filthy from the condition she had been kept in by her accusers. She wanted so badly to hide her tears from these people, to seem unbreakable in the face of their hatred, but the thought of leaving her young daughter and not being certain of Prudence’s safety was too overwhelming. She gulped as she stood before the jeering crowd and felt a noose pulled around her throat.
The witch hunter spat in her face. “I love the smell of dead witch in the morning,” he smirked.
Melinda looked him in the eyes, her resolve strong as ever in the midst of such terror. “Killing me solves nothing. Magic will live on.”
“Your kind is a disease on our world and we will find a cure. But until then, cutting your numbers down in size will be satisfactory.” He smiled at the people as they screamed, hissed and spat at the young witch.
“This is not a victory!” she cried out. “Your hatred will bring nothing to this world but sorrow!”
But the crowd wasn’t listening; they were too busy taunting her with the vilest insults their corrupted minds could muster.
Melinda sighed in dismay, when suddenly a rush of energy came over her. A feeling of hope washed through her body as images flashed in her mind. She smiled at the witch hunter and then addressed the crowd once again. “This is not the end,” she proclaimed, rejoicing in her prophecy. “Future Warren women will dedicate their lives to saving those innocent of the existence of magic – what you call demon-worship but is anything but - for centuries to come. Each generation of my line will grow stronger and stronger, culminating with the birth of three sisters. Together they will harness the greatest force of good magic ever known. They will be known as The Charmed Ones!”
Trying to hide his reaction to what she had just foretold, the witch hunter smirked. “Burn in hell, witch!” and he gave the signal to open the trapdoor.
Melinda squeezed her eyes shut, but she didn’t feel anything, nor did she hear the crowd any more. She opened her eyes just a bit, just to squint, making sure she wasn’t dead. No, she was still there, but everyone else was frozen.
“Did I do this?” Melinda asked herself. Usually she’d need her hands to activate her freezing power, but these were unusual and dire circumstances.
No, this wasn’t her doing. That became clear when the area darkened and an unnatural shadow shifted across the ground towards her. The shadow lingered around the witch hunter’s feet and rose up into his body. He unfroze and smiled sinisterly at Melinda.
Swallowing her fear, she bravely asked, “Who are you?”
.
The witch hunter’s eyes had turned jet black. “Oh, I think you know the answer to that question.”
And she did, so she demanded, “Why are you here?”
He sniggered through his callous grin. “I heard your little prophecy and it piqued my interest.”
She refused to waver. “Good will prevail. Even you can’t stop this prophecy from being fulfilled.”
His snigger became a full-blown laugh. He looked at her with his dark eyes and she felt him looking into her soul. “I may not be able to stop it… but that doesn’t mean I can’t spice it up a bit. Good has dealt their cards; now we shall deal ours.”
The sky that had been rather clear and blue, suddenly went intimidatingly dark as he crept towards Melinda and whispered into her ear. “You will have your Charmed Ones, but they won’t be immune to temptation. The youngest and most vulnerable sister will be born on a site of great magic; magic that is very potent, but very corruptible. Her heart will be torn between good and evil; a battle will rage inside.”
A tear ran down Melinda’s cheek. “She will overcome your evil.”
“Perhaps, but if she doesn’t, her soul will be mine… and with it, The Power of Three!”
The witch hunter’s eyes suddenly turned back to normal; the crowd unfroze and the sky was blue again. He looked confused, but quickly came around. He gestured again and the trapdoor opened, Melinda falling to her death. She was luckier than many had been; the rope broke her neck and she died almost instantly.
The crowd cheered at what they had just witnessed.
“So you’re saying this was prophesized?” Piper asked her mother. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“We were worried about causing a self-fulfilled prophecy,” Patty admitted, despairingly. “Perhaps The Source was toying with us; The Elders were reluctant to trust his words – they only told us after we were both gone and you three had already received your powers. But even if his prophecy was genuine, we feared that making Phoebe aware of it…”
“Might have put pressure on her?” Prue completed.
Patty nodded. “Exactly.”
Piper shook her head. “But if she’d known, she would’ve known why she was targeted so much; she could have been better prepared.”
“The Elders thought it was something Phoebe had to reach on her own” Leo explained. “That her true morality would win out if they stood back and let it.”
“Really?” Piper asked, laughing bitterly. “Or is it that they thought that if she knew she was more susceptible to evil she’d automatically go that way?”
Suddenly something hit her. “Holy crap, is this why they never said anything about her dating a freakin’ demon? They were that afraid of rocking the boat with her so they just stood back with their mouths shut?”
“Piper,” and Prue put her hand on her sister’s shoulder in an attempt to calm her. Piper just growled angrily.
“I’ll get you some water,” Darryl offered.
“No, thanks, Darryl. I’m…” Piper exhaled loudly and felt a little faint. “Actually, that’d be good; thank you.”
Prue turned back to her mother. “You said something about The Source getting The Power of Three because of Phoebe turning. How does that work?”
“I think Leo might be able to answer that question better than I could,” and Patty nodded to her son-in-law.
“Well as we already figured out,” Leo began, “the more the black blood put into Phoebe’s body spread, the more her darkness took hold. The Elders think that… they think your Dad’s death might have pushed her over the edge, especially with Cole being the one to do it. They think it caused the black blood to finally reach her heart.”
“Her heart is black?” Prue gasped. “Well…is that it, does that mean we’re too late?”
“Not quite,” Leo quickly tried to allay her fears. “It has her heart, but it doesn’t have her soul. Her soul isn’t something that the blood can take; she has to give it. That’ll only happen if she takes an innocent life.”
“If she took a life, the blood would blacken her soul,” Patty continued, “And then The Power of Three would be corrupted. Then The Source could take the Power of Three for himself; having rotted the magic of our family line.”
“Phoebe would never kill…” Piper started, but then suddenly remembered the future they had visited years ago and stopped herself from finishing the sentence.
Prue knew who she was speaking of. “Cal Greene was anything but innocent…” she growled.
“But he was innocent of magic,” Piper pointed out, remembering the lesson they’d learned, and the one they’d been reminded of not that long ago. “And by doing that, she proved that she was a witch; that magic was real.”
Patty nodded. “That was one of several occasions when The Source tried to force his prophecy. There were two times in particular; the night Phoebe was born and when she was just six years old…”
The Source rose up through a large building in the elevator. The doors opened and before him were the offices of his Brotherhood. The Charmed Ones had set them back a little not long ago; having vanquished three of their top demons, but The Source knew it wouldn’t take long for them to get back on track and he was right. The offices were bustling with suited men and women, phones were ringing, meetings were being held. The operation seemed to be running smoothly as ever, even with Klea keeping an eye on The Underworld for him.
Several suits turned at looked at him in Cole’s body. Some of them were new and were simply wondering who he was, others thought the traitor had returned and were preparing to hurl their energy balls. The Source blackened Cole’s eyes to indicate who he was and the entire office knelt at his feet.
“I am here, my children” he smiled. “Let the chaos begin…”
The Underworld’s elevator finished its descent and the doors opened. What Phoebe saw didn’t surprise her. A crackling red vortex hovered above in an angry sky, and from it balls of fire flew down into a black ocean. Just beyond the ocean was a throne; crimson red and gold.
It had to be with the throne, she thought.
“How do you intend to get across?” a voice echoed.
Klea walked in beside her.
Phoebe didn’t answer; she didn’t even look at her.
“No teleporting down here,” Klea smirked. “You may be powerful, but even you won’t get across there without some deeply unpleasant pain. You don’t even have an umbrella.”
Phoebe chuckled under her breath. “Don’t need one.” She looked Klea in the eye and grinned.
Klea couldn’t deny being just a bit unsettled.
Phoebe stepped out of the elevator and into the rain of fire. The first few flames missed her, but she then started to be pelted. They burned through her clothes and singed her skin. She activated her levitation power just enough so that she could walk over the black water. She screamed as her flesh burned. At least, it seemed like screaming; Klea could have sworn she was laughing.
Klea watched horrified as Phoebe moved towards the throne; she wasn’t even trying to run; it was as if she wanted to prolong the pain.
Phoebe touched the throne with her burnt hand. She smiled, her face dirty with ash from her singed clothes.
Klea shuddered as she watched. “Oh, my liege, I do hope you know what sort of monster you have created.”
Back at the Manor, Prue, Piper, Leo and Darryl were still listening to Patty’s story.
Darryl was shocked by what he was hearing. “They tried to kidnap Phoebe at birth?”
Patty wiped a tear from her eye. “We were lucky my mother was there; her power was at its peak when she was protecting her family.”
“And she was also targeted when she was five by the shadow under the Manor,” Prue remembered.
Patty nodded. “Phoebe’s Woogeyman.”
“Right,” Piper remembered, “The shadow we also battled after we became Charmed – and that also went after Phoebe.”
“Exactly. You see, the shadow Phoebe called the Woogeyman - her word for Boogeyman - is an entity that feeds on corrupted magic. But when it went after the Manor, since it’s sitting on the nexus of the wiccan pentagram formed by five elements, the entity didn’t account for how much good had been living on the spiritual spot for so many centuries. That spot had become too good; the entity was biting off more than it could chew and our family was able to seal it in the basement using that same power.”
“Phoebe was always terrified about going down into the basement,” Piper pointed out.
Patty nodded. “We think it sensed an opportunity with Phoebe in the house. A new life with the magic that could be turned dark, so it tried to get her after an earthquake cracked the floor of the basement. Luckily, Mother anticipated that this might happen. She was ready in the basement with the banishing spell.”
Prue nodded. “Luckily she taught it to us girls as a rhyme just to be safe, so when there was another earthquake, we were able to banish it yet again.”
Patty also nodded. “Banished but not vanquished – that is something that can not happen as long as the the Book of Shadows is in the attic, since that is the power that the entity craves.
Leo suddenly spoke up. “The Elders are calling. Is it okay if I…”
Piper nodded. “Yeah, they might have more information. We need all we can get.”
Leo kissed her and orbed out.
Prue looked at her mother, silently asking her to continue, but immediately became concerned when her mother became grief-stricken. “Mom?” she asked.
Patty took a deep breath and then continued. “But for your Grams and me, the worst time, was when Phoebe was only three. That was the one time that we failed to protect her.”
Piper gasped in horror, but instinctively, Prue reached out, wanting to put her hand on her mother’s shoulder. She had forgotten momentarily that she couldn’t touch her. Even so, Prue allowed her hand to hover close to her Mom’s glowing shoulder.
Patty smiled gratefully at her oldest daughter, then took another deep breath before she began. “One night, Phoebe went missing…”
Halliwell Manor, 1981.
A storm raged outside, strangely reflective of Patty’s current state of mind. She hyperventilated in the dead of night and frantically searched Phoebe’s room for any sign of her youngest daughter.
“Victor!” Patty screamed. Her husband ran into the room. “She’s gone.”
Victor’s eyes widened in horror.
Later, Patty, Victor and Penny sat in the sitting room trying to think of a plan.
Penny stood and began pacing. “If they’ve taken her to The Underworld, we’ll need all the magic we can muster.”
Patty’s blood-shot eyes stung as Victor reached out to hold her hand. “How do we get there?” he asked.
“You don’t,” Penny answered. “We barely know what we’re in for, it’s certainly no place for someone without magic.”
Victor burst into anger. “She’s my daughter! I should be there for her! It’d be one thing if I stayed here to look after Prue and Piper, but you had them sent to Gail’s before I could even get a word in. I won’t sit back and be useless.”
“Patty is clearly already wracked with guilt over Phoebe,” Penny hissed. “Do you want to be on her conscience too?”
“Enough!” Patty shouted. “Stop it right now, both of you!”
Victor and Penny went silent.
“Please, no more fighting. We cannot be arguing right now. We don’t know what they’re doing to her.” Patty tried to stop herself from crying but she couldn’t.
A stream of orbs floated down from above and Sam Wilder materialized before them. “You were right,” Sam told Penny. “They’re pretty sure she’s in The Underworld.” He turned to Patty, “I’m sorry, Patty.”
“Come with us?” Penny asked.
Victor jumped to his feet, horrified. “Are you freakin’ kidding me?”
Penny rolled her eyes at her son-in-law. “You want us going down there without a healer? Patty should have never even told you.”
Victor sighed. Sam looked at the floor.
“How do we get there?” Patty asked. “Can The Elders open a portal?”
“No,” Sam answered. “But they think you can.”
That confused everyone.
“The Source has his shields up, keeping good magic out,” Sam explained. “But the Elders think you have something stronger than that.”
Penny nodded, understanding what Sam was getting at. “A mother’s love,” and she smiled at her daughter. “The strongest magic of all…”
Patty smiled and agreed. “Well, it will be until the girls’ powers are unbound and they can access The Power of Three, but until then…”
Patty stood in Phoebe’s bedroom. Penny, Victor and Sam watched as she cast a magic circle in the center of the room. It wasn’t an ordinary magic circle however, if such a thing existed, since it was made up of things of Phoebe’s that meant a lot to Patty. As part of the ring, Patty placed Phoebe’s old pacifier, a onesie that she wore before she could walk, a book of bedtime stories that Patty read to her every night, a teddy bear whose ears still bore Phoebe’s teeth marks, and Phoebe’s favorite rattle. Patty stood just outside the circle and took a slip of paper out of her pocket.
“My love for my child is strong and true; I call on that power to help us break through. To a world of darkness that we must explore. Take me to Phoebe; please open the door.”
The centre of the circle opened up into a vortex. Patty looked at her husband. “I love you.”
Victor reciprocated, trying to hide his feeling of inadequacy.
Patty jumped into the vortex, Penny and Sam quickly following and then the portal disappeared; leaving Victor alone with the baby items.
Having been warned that he couldn’t pick up any of the items without breaking the circle and putting his wife and daughter in danger, he sat down next to the onesie, leaning down to put his cheek on it. He took the alone time to weep for his baby girl; victim to a world he knew he would never fully understand.
In The Underworld. Patty, Penny and Sam came through the vortex and were delivered to a circular room of doors. It was dark and dirty. Screams and groans of anguish echoed through the place.
Patty’s heart sank at the thought that this must be where her daughter was being kept, but she couldn’t let her emotions get the better of her now.
In shimmered four demons. “You’re outnumbered.”
Patty responded by raising her hands and freezing them in place. Penny didn’t waste any time; she used her own power to swing the doors open. Some were holding demons, so she made sure to swing them closed again and make sure they were locked before moving onto the next. She waved her arm at another door and saw Phoebe, unconscious and chained by her leg to the ground.
The demons unfroze.
“Patty, Sam,” she ordered, “go get Phoebe. I’ll deal with them!”
The demons laughed at the matriarch. “What you gonna do, old woman?”
“Haha! I love it when they underestimate me,” and Penny raised her arms and the demons were suspended in the air. She then began waving her arms around and bouncing the demons off the walls. The wailed each time they crashed against the stone.
Patty and Sam ran to Phoebe. She was dirty and still unconscious. Sam looked at the little girl to see if there were any wounds that needed healing, but she seemed to be uninjured; however, he applied a bit of his healing touch to her head just to be safe.
Patty held her daughter and cried with relief. She didn’t see the demon shimmer in behind them, but Sam did. The demon threw a fireball towards them, but Sam jumped into the path of the attack. His body burst into countless orbs and he reconstituted on the ground, wracked with pain.
Patty gasped and grabbed a potion vial from her pocket, throwing it at the demon. It smashed at the demon’s feet and he was instantly turned into a stone statue.
“Sam, are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” he groaned as he crawled over to Patty and Phoebe. He put his arm around Patty’s shoulder and looked into her eyes. “I’m just so glad you’re both okay.”
Patty smiled. She found herself lost in the moment. There was something special about being close to Sam. They moved closer towards each other, locked in their gaze, but suddenly Phoebe woke up. She screamed and cried hysterically. Patty held her baby tight.
Penny allowed the unconscious demons to hover before her and lowered her arms, dropping them to the ground with a loud thud. “Just consider yourself lucky that you are not at this moment, an artichoke!”
Then hearing Phoebe’s screamed, she ran into the room, joining Patty and Sam in trying to calm the traumatized little girl.
Back in present day, Prue and Piper stood shocked.
“She was in The Underworld before?” Piper gawped.
“Yes,” Patty sighed. “She was so frightened; we just couldn’t calm her down. Mother had to give her a forgetting potion… but I don’t think it ever really got rid of the scars.”
“At least you got to her” Prue comforted.
“Yeah,” Piper added, “You said you couldn’t save her. I was afraid that maybe my baby sister isn’t really my baby sister.”
“No, we rescued her from The Underworld, but for a child to go through that kind of trauma… I think The Source had already done the damage he intended.” Patty cleared her throat. “He wanted her to feel unsafe, to feel powerless and alone. And I’m afraid that’s something we were never able to help her get over.”
“So that’s what she’s feeling now?” Darryl asked as he handed Piper the glass of water.
Patty nodded. “She’s desperate for power. Phoebe has always enjoyed the respect and courage that power gives her. The state she’s in now, that could be a huge problem.”
“Well then, we need to remind her that she’s not alone,” Prue insisted. “We’re in this together, just like we always have been.”
“So we need to save Phoebe and save Dad’s soul. All in a day” Piper said breathlessly.
Darryl steadied Piper and took her over to a nearby chair just as Leo orbed in.
“Oh, please,” Piper pleaded with her husband. “Tell us you have good news!”
Leo cringed. “Well… sort of, kinda… depends how you look at it.”
Prue glared. “Go on.”
“Well, The Elders don’t think that Cole killed your father.”
“That’s impossible!” Piper exclaimed. “Phoebe saw it!”
“The Elders think that he was possessed during the time that Phoebe was captured – that since then, it’s been The Source who has been using his body.”
Prue’s expression brightened a little. “So he didn’t betrayed us again; he didn’t kill Dad?”
Leo nodded. “It seems like that’s the case. It would explain how The Source got Victor’s soul.”
“So, what’s the bad way to look at it?” Piper had to ask.
Leo sighed. “Two things. First, The Source isn’t used to being aboveground so his power has limitations here until he gets used to it. That may be partly why he took Cole’s body; to give himself time to build strength before he reveals himself in our world.”
“It’s been months,” Prue pointed out. “Will he be at full strength now?”
Leo shrugged. “Possibly, but we can’t be certain.”
“Okay, what’s the second issue?” Piper prompted.
“The Elders think Phoebe went to The Underworld on her own.”
Piper’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “Why would she go back there after everything that’s happened?”
“Probably because she thinks Cole killed her father and since Cole made himself immune to the vanquishing potion… The Elders think she might be looking for the one thing that could definitely kill him.”
Down in The Underworld, Phoebe rested on the throne, her arms and legs searing with pain from the fire. She didn’t mind; she was where she needed to be. She pressed the palms of her hands against the arms of the throne and they glowed with blood-red energy. The area rumbled intensely. A cloud of black smoke appeared above her, revealing something that shone in the fiery light. It floated down towards the throne; towards her.
“It’s called The Mordred Blade,” Leo explained to everyone. “The Source of All Evil’s sword. It’s used to elevate his greatest warriors and cut down his greatest enemies. If Phoebe gets it, she won’t need a potion to kill Cole.”
“Does The Source know about this?” Piper asked. “Why would he want to get stabbed?”
“It won’t kill The Source; he’ll just leave the body. But Cole- it will annihilate his human soul along with his demonic essence. He will no longer exist.”
Prue stared in shock. “She’s going to kill the man she loves and it’s not even him.”
Leo frowned, but nodded.
“We have to tell her” Prue decided. “Before she does something she regrets.”
Phoebe held out her hands as the weapon hovered down into her grip. She smiled as she held the blade and was mesmerized by the crimson glint of its metal. She stood up from the throne, overcoming her pain. Grinning maniacally, she held the sword up above her head, victorious. “I will fix this Daddy. I promise.”
The Source stood in a large room with countless Brotherhood members before him. He was pleased with everything they had told him.
“We are ready to move forward when you are, my liege” one of the suits declared.
The Source smiled. “We will move forward now. I think we have been patient enough. Things are going well, so let us take full advantage.”
The suit nodded. “Very well, my liege.”
The crowd turned to reveal a wall filled with television screens. “Our operatives are awaiting your orders. They are prepared to ready the world for your ascension.”
On the television screens were several hooded figures. Some were holding guns; some were holding knives and other weapons.
“It shall be done,” The Source smirked. “Let the war between Good and Evil begin, my children. Let the war begin.”
(To be continued)
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