Post by mcharmed21 on Jan 4, 2005 3:45:08 GMT -5
Author: wiccawitch
Prologue- "The End"
In a large red house on Prescott Street, a terrible battle raged. Three sisters fought against things too terrible for words, creatures from Hell. The youngest orbed furniture and weapons at the creatures, and orbed herself out of the way of many an attack. But all too soon, she was cut down, slain by an arrow dipped in poison black as midnight. The others did not weep for their sister, for they did not know. The middle sister levitated out of the way of the oncoming attackers, using her martial arts to kick them from above. Then she received a premonition, a horrible one of her sister's death. When she snapped out of it, she looked around for her baby sister. The last thing she saw was the grimace on her sister's face, before a ball of energy to her back knocked her down. She did not get back up. The oldest sister looked around for the others. She didn't know what was taking her husband so long, but she knew that if her husband was hurt, there would be know one to heal herself and her sisters. She froze the things in front of her, then blew them up, and felt an athamae in her back. She braced against the couch for support. She turned slightly so she could see her attacker, and she gestured with her hands, sending him into a million pieces. She gazed around the room, seeing only the remnants of the battle, no more enemies in sight. But Piper Halliwell couldn't figure out where her sisters were. They should be standing there with her. Then she saw what was unmistakably her baby sister. She crawled over to her lifeless body, ignoring the pains shooting through her body. "Paige? Paige?" Piper knelt over her sister and closed her eyes, letting the tears fall. "Phoebe, Paige is-" As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw it. Her other sister was lying a few feet away, face down. "Oh god, Phoebe!" She went to her sister's side, and turned her over, seeing the look of horror on her face which she knew reflected her own. She whispered her sister's name. "Phoebe..." Then she looked down at her own wound, and at her hands which were coated in blood. She was dying. Her sisters were dead. All of them. Her mind flashed back to a time three years ago, when they buried her older sister, Prue. Her powers of telekinesis and astral projection had not been enough to save herself. And now as these thoughts coursed through her, Piper Halliwell took her last breath. At that moment, brilliant white lights flowed over each sister's body, and flowed out of the house, and the mausoleum, carried through the air to four strangers. The end has come, and with it, a new beginning.
Prologue- "The End"
In a large red house on Prescott Street, a terrible battle raged. Three sisters fought against things too terrible for words, creatures from Hell. The youngest orbed furniture and weapons at the creatures, and orbed herself out of the way of many an attack. But all too soon, she was cut down, slain by an arrow dipped in poison black as midnight. The others did not weep for their sister, for they did not know. The middle sister levitated out of the way of the oncoming attackers, using her martial arts to kick them from above. Then she received a premonition, a horrible one of her sister's death. When she snapped out of it, she looked around for her baby sister. The last thing she saw was the grimace on her sister's face, before a ball of energy to her back knocked her down. She did not get back up. The oldest sister looked around for the others. She didn't know what was taking her husband so long, but she knew that if her husband was hurt, there would be know one to heal herself and her sisters. She froze the things in front of her, then blew them up, and felt an athamae in her back. She braced against the couch for support. She turned slightly so she could see her attacker, and she gestured with her hands, sending him into a million pieces. She gazed around the room, seeing only the remnants of the battle, no more enemies in sight. But Piper Halliwell couldn't figure out where her sisters were. They should be standing there with her. Then she saw what was unmistakably her baby sister. She crawled over to her lifeless body, ignoring the pains shooting through her body. "Paige? Paige?" Piper knelt over her sister and closed her eyes, letting the tears fall. "Phoebe, Paige is-" As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw it. Her other sister was lying a few feet away, face down. "Oh god, Phoebe!" She went to her sister's side, and turned her over, seeing the look of horror on her face which she knew reflected her own. She whispered her sister's name. "Phoebe..." Then she looked down at her own wound, and at her hands which were coated in blood. She was dying. Her sisters were dead. All of them. Her mind flashed back to a time three years ago, when they buried her older sister, Prue. Her powers of telekinesis and astral projection had not been enough to save herself. And now as these thoughts coursed through her, Piper Halliwell took her last breath. At that moment, brilliant white lights flowed over each sister's body, and flowed out of the house, and the mausoleum, carried through the air to four strangers. The end has come, and with it, a new beginning.