Post by fallingsnow6136 on Mar 9, 2018 18:45:33 GMT -5
Okay, so I’m not really sure about this but I’m going to do my best to write this AU since most of these AUs are about Phoebe dying instead of Prue. Mine is Piper dying instead of Prue. Okay this will be written as a drabblechap at least S4 will. If people like it – then I’ll make S5 into a longer story.
1. A Lost Sister
It was nearly morning but Phoebe Halliwell sat in the attic, the Book of Shadows open in a dim-lit atmosphere as tears streamed down her cheeks continuously.
“Here now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night, the eldest of gods are envoked here, the great work of magic is sought. In this night and in this hour, I call upon the ancient power. Bring back my sister. Bring back the power of three.” The youngest sister watched hopefully for any signs of Piper returning but nothing happened. Nothing happened and more tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies, come to us who call you near, come to us and settle here,” Phoebe chanted before grabbing a small knife and cutting her finger and dropping a pinch of blood in the bowl. “Blood to blood, I summon thee. Blood to blood, return to me.” The candle that is lit sparks slightly but once again nothing happened. Phoebe put her head in her hands. This was all her fault. If she had never read the spell three years ago to make them witches, Piper would still be with them today. She had killed her sister by making them witches.
“Phoebe?” A voice called out.
Phoebe looked up hopefully. “Piper?”
“No honey, it’s just me,” Prue walked into the attic and came to sit down besides her sister. “Phoebe, it’s four in the morning. What are you doing?”
“I don’t understand,” Phoebe said crying. “We’re witches. If magic can take our sister away from us, then why can’t it bring her back?”
“Because Leo can’t heal the dead,” Prue said pulling Phoebe into a hug and wiping the blood off of her finger gently. “He hasn’t come out of his room since then.”
“There’s other magic,” Phoebe said crying in protest. “Scrying, calling a lost witch, it’s like the book just abandoned us and abandoned Piper and I can’t understand why! This is all my fault Prue! I made us witches! I wanted us to protect innocents and be the Charmed Ones! If I had never read the spell that made us witches that day then…then…Piper would still be here.”
Prue felt her own eyes water and she stroked her baby sister’s hair gently. “Phoebe, we lost our sister.” Her own voice choked and she pushed back her tears. “How can we ever hope to understand that? You can’t blame yourself. Being witches was our destiny…if you want to blame someone, blame me. I’m your big sister. I should have saved Piper. I should have protected her.” Her tears finally fell through and she started crying as well while continuing to hold her only remaining sister. The two sisters just cried for a little bit, holding onto one another before Phoebe pulled away.
“It’s Leo’s fault,” Phoebe said, not meaning to blame anyone but this was too much to handle. “The Elders were right! Leo’s feelings got in the way of his job and it got Piper killed!”
Prue grabbed Phoebe by the shoulders, gently shaking her. “Phoebe, you know that’s not true. Leo did what he could to save Piper.”
“But it wasn’t enough,” Phoebe said softly. “And now it’ll never be the same.”
Prue didn’t reply to that. “Come on, Piper will never forgive us if we look bad at her funeral. Let’s get some sleep.” She touched Phoebe’s cheek comfortingly and led her little sister out of the attic.
1. A Lost Sister
It was nearly morning but Phoebe Halliwell sat in the attic, the Book of Shadows open in a dim-lit atmosphere as tears streamed down her cheeks continuously.
“Here now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night, the eldest of gods are envoked here, the great work of magic is sought. In this night and in this hour, I call upon the ancient power. Bring back my sister. Bring back the power of three.” The youngest sister watched hopefully for any signs of Piper returning but nothing happened. Nothing happened and more tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies, come to us who call you near, come to us and settle here,” Phoebe chanted before grabbing a small knife and cutting her finger and dropping a pinch of blood in the bowl. “Blood to blood, I summon thee. Blood to blood, return to me.” The candle that is lit sparks slightly but once again nothing happened. Phoebe put her head in her hands. This was all her fault. If she had never read the spell three years ago to make them witches, Piper would still be with them today. She had killed her sister by making them witches.
“Phoebe?” A voice called out.
Phoebe looked up hopefully. “Piper?”
“No honey, it’s just me,” Prue walked into the attic and came to sit down besides her sister. “Phoebe, it’s four in the morning. What are you doing?”
“I don’t understand,” Phoebe said crying. “We’re witches. If magic can take our sister away from us, then why can’t it bring her back?”
“Because Leo can’t heal the dead,” Prue said pulling Phoebe into a hug and wiping the blood off of her finger gently. “He hasn’t come out of his room since then.”
“There’s other magic,” Phoebe said crying in protest. “Scrying, calling a lost witch, it’s like the book just abandoned us and abandoned Piper and I can’t understand why! This is all my fault Prue! I made us witches! I wanted us to protect innocents and be the Charmed Ones! If I had never read the spell that made us witches that day then…then…Piper would still be here.”
Prue felt her own eyes water and she stroked her baby sister’s hair gently. “Phoebe, we lost our sister.” Her own voice choked and she pushed back her tears. “How can we ever hope to understand that? You can’t blame yourself. Being witches was our destiny…if you want to blame someone, blame me. I’m your big sister. I should have saved Piper. I should have protected her.” Her tears finally fell through and she started crying as well while continuing to hold her only remaining sister. The two sisters just cried for a little bit, holding onto one another before Phoebe pulled away.
“It’s Leo’s fault,” Phoebe said, not meaning to blame anyone but this was too much to handle. “The Elders were right! Leo’s feelings got in the way of his job and it got Piper killed!”
Prue grabbed Phoebe by the shoulders, gently shaking her. “Phoebe, you know that’s not true. Leo did what he could to save Piper.”
“But it wasn’t enough,” Phoebe said softly. “And now it’ll never be the same.”
Prue didn’t reply to that. “Come on, Piper will never forgive us if we look bad at her funeral. Let’s get some sleep.” She touched Phoebe’s cheek comfortingly and led her little sister out of the attic.
Plus I like Prue a bit more than Piper.
