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Post by StoryGirl83 on May 9, 2011 12:48:34 GMT -5
Whoa! So Dean was never dead? Definitely a good twist! Looking forward to the next part!  That's right. Dean was never dead. So what do you think happened? But they had a body!? Oo spooky. Was he dead in a similar way Piper was in Styx Feet Under? Yep, they had a body, so why isn't he dead. No, it's different from what happened to Piper in "Styx Feet Under". It will be explained in time. In the mean time, feel free to try and come up with more theories. I'd love to see if you figure it out.
Back to the Manor and what's going on there.
Chapter Eighteen - Assessing the Situation With a quick glance at her sleeping brother-in-law, Prue walked away from her post for the first time in seven years. Holding the amulet up just in case, Prue walked slowly toward the young woman, Christy Jenkins if the demon possessing her told anything resembling the truth. Of course if could just have been a ploy to gain Prue’s sympathy, those short glances of Christy. And now Christy lay flat on the floor, dead or alive, Prue didn’t know. The black smoke that the young man in the back yard had forced out of Christy’s mouth left Prue unsure of what to think. She had chosen to trust him, to help him with her waning strength if she could, but had that been the right choice? She reached Christy and squatted down. It didn’t take long to find a steady pulse under her fingers. So Christy was alive, but was she safe from possession or had the smoke meant something else? Prue made her way back across the room and shook Leo. “Wake up, Leo. It’s over.” Leo yawned and looked up at her. “Piper?” “I don’t know yet,” she admitted. “I wanted to wake you first.” She gave him a hand standing. “I did check the innocent. Christy is alive and I think she’s no longer possessed.” Prue glanced outside at where two boys ran to the side of the young man. “We may still have a problem though.” Leo stopped half way to his wife’s side and looked at her. “A problem?” “I’ve never tried to get out all these years, for obvious reasons,” Prue reminded him, “but that young man over there,” she pointed as she spoke, “touched the door and I think it burned him.” Leo followed her hand and he stared. Unlike Prue his attention was focused fully on the two boys, his boys. “Wyatt? Chris?” Torn between checking on his wife and seeing his sons, it only took a few seconds for the decision to be made and him to reach the door. Not remembering Prue’s warning only seconds before, he winced in pain as he jerked back his hand from the door. Sensing something Wyatt looked up. His eyes lit up at the sight of his dad. “Dad! Chris, it’s Dad!” Chris looked up and seeing Leo ran over to the door, stopping just short of touching it. “Daddy!” Prue smiled as she looked up from where she was checking Piper’s pulse. “Are those my nephews, Leo?” She reached over Piper and felt for Phoebe’s pulse. As with first Christy and then Piper, it was strong. Her spell had worked. She looked beyond Phoebe at her other sister, the one she didn’t know. Paige. There was a world of everything in that name, so many questions with so much pain, betrayal, and love. She didn’t know her youngest sister, it was true, but she had watched her. At first it was with the weary eyes that one gives an invader, but soon she came to care about the quirky girl who just so happened to also be her sister. Unable to check Paige from where she was, Prue got up and walked around her other two sisters. Once she was close enough, she squatted down next to her and felt for a pulse. Finding a steady one, she looked up at Leo and his boys. She smiled as she watched them before standing and walking over to them. “They are alive and appear to be fine. Of course most of their injuries are going to still be there, since the spell didn’t fix anything, just put everything on pause.” Prue smiled at her nephews. “So you’re the nephews I have heard so much about. I bet I can guess who’s who.” She turned first to Wyatt. “You look like Leo, so you must be Wyatt.” Wyatt grinned and nodded. “Do me!” Chris demanded. Prue laughed at his enthusiasm. “Well, you certainly look like a Halliwell and more importantly, like Piper, so you must be Chris.” “Yay!” Chris giggled. “You’re right. How’d you know?” “You’re pretty much all your dad talks about,” Prue informed him. The boys grinned at Leo. “You can tell he misses you very much,” Prue added. She hesitated a moment before asking, “How’s Dad?” Chris looked at her puzzled. “Dad?” Wyatt glanced a Leo, but said nothing. “My dad,” Prue explained. “Leo said they left you two with him when my sisters went to face Zankou, so how is he? I couldn’t exactly check on him while I was here.” “Grandpa’s good,” Wyatt informed her, solemnly. “He’s the best grandpa in the world!” Chris announced more excitedly. Prue smiled at him. “Glad to hear it.” Moving on she glanced down at Sam. “And who is that?” “That’s Sam,” Wyatt informed her. “He’s a demon hunter,” Chris added. He had found that bit of info quite interesting. Chris looked inside at his dad. “Can we get in yet?” Prue closed her eyes and focused on the outside. Nothing happened, so just to check she focused across the room and astral projected herself there. She looked across the room at herself and shook her head. “I would have to say no. I’m afraid there were a lot of spells cast of the last few years, trying to protect, trying to trap. Apparently they held pretty well, because they are still in place.” She returned to her body and sighed. “And I’m not messing with the ones around my sisters until I can get someone in here to heal them. They were pretty badly injured when I found them.” Chris waved his arm at the glass door and nothing happened. It didn’t even shake. He sighed. “And this one?” “That was the demon possessing Christy,” Prue admitted, “though I think it was Christy that had the power. I gather she’s a witch.” “Does your grandfather know where you boys are?” Leo asked suddenly. “Yes,” the boys replied in unison. Leo eyed them silently. “Yes,” Chris repeated. “I told him,” Wyatt added. “Do either of you have a cell phone?” Prue asked, as she began to pace. Chris dug his hands into his pockets and pulled them out to show empty pockets. Wyatt just shook his head. “And does he?” Prue asked, pointing at Sam. Wyatt shrugged. Chris, however, got down on his knees and started digging through Sam’s pockets. He pulled out a cell phone and held it up. Wyatt just groaned as his little brother handed him the phone. “You know the number,” Chris reminded him. Wyatt took the phone and started dialing.
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Post by Reality Bites on May 9, 2011 15:44:53 GMT -5
Maybe Dean made some sort of deal with death. The death reapers in Supernatural are sort of similar to the angels of Death on Charmed.
Regarding this chapter, Dean will probably be pissed off if he finds out Sam ended up "injured" (not sure if he's just worn out from using his psychic ability). Victor will at least be relieved he can communicate with Prue and Leo and that the other sisters are still alive.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on May 10, 2011 11:18:15 GMT -5
Maybe Dean made some sort of deal with death. The death reapers in Supernatural are sort of similar to the angels of Death on Charmed. Regarding this chapter, Dean will probably be pissed off if he finds out Sam ended up "injured" (not sure if he's just worn out from using his psychic ability). Victor will at least be relieved he can communicate with Prue and Leo and that the other sisters are still alive. That's also an interesting idea. It is totally something Dean would do, if given the option. And you've got those reactions about right. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy. Chapter Nineteen - A Little Bit of Good News Dean stared across the room at Victor. He was a little stunned at everything he’d been told. And since Victor didn’t know what prompted this latest trip across town, he was extremely worried about his little brother. “Witches,” he mumbled. “Don’t you go on about that, too,” Victor ordered. “My girls are about as far from evil as can be.” “Says their dad,” Dean retorted. “Excuse me if I don’t take the words of a parent. I’ve never run into a good witch.” “You’ve never run into my daughters now have you?” Victor challenged. Dean scowled. “Which says what, that they are the only good witches in the world?” “Maybe all it says is that you hunt evil, and the good witches stay off your radar,” Victor suggested. Dean was silent for several seconds. Before he could reply again, the phone rang and Victor got up. He grabbed the phone. Before he could say anything, Wyatt’s voice came over the phone. “Hi, grandpa. It’s Wyatt.” “Are you all right?” Victor asked, concerned that they felt the need to call instead of just coming home. “Is Chris?” “Uh, huh,” Wyatt agreed. “We’re fine.” “Where are you?” Victor asked, glancing at his visitor. “The backyard.” It was hard for Wyatt to keep the excitement out of his voice at those two words.” “Of the manor?” Victor asked, a little stunned. “I thought I told you . . .” “We’re fine,” Wyatt interrupted. “Sam took care of the demon, so the backyard is safe now. Or as safe as it ever was before.” “Sam,” Victor repeated in surprise, “took care of the demon?” Dean looked at him startled. “Put Sam on,” he demanded, making a grab for the phone. Victor frowned at him. Still, “Wyatt, can you put Sam on the phone. His brother . . . he’s alive and he’s worried about Sam.” “Are you sure, it’s really his brother?” Wyatt asked worried. “Sam seemed pretty sure Dean was dead.” “As sure as I can be, never having met him before, I suppose,” Victor replied glancing over at Dean, who stared anxiously at the phone. “It seems as likely as Sam being who he said he was.” Wyatt sighed. “Yeah, I guess.” “So would you put Sam on?” “Can’t,” Wyatt informed him. “He’s pretty drained and he lost consciousness.” “Is he all right?” Dean made another grab at the phone. “Give me the phone. I need to talk to my brother.” “Your brother is knocked out,” Victor informed him. “That’s it,” Dean announced, dropping the hand that was grabbing at the phone and heading toward the door. “I am not sitting around doing nothing while my brother needs me.” He was almost to the door when he groaned and turned around. “You still haven’t told me where he is. Victor walked over to the coat hanger by the door. “Come on. I’ll give you a ride.” He put on his jacket and pulled out his keys. Dean looked at him through squinted eyes. “Why won’t you tell me where to go?” Victor glanced over at him and shrugged. “Your brother got lost trying to find it. I need to go over there myself, so I figured I’ll spare you the trouble.” Dean sighed, relenting. “Fine. Let’s go.” “Did you hear all that, Wy?” Victor asked, realizing he still held the phone. “Yes, Grandpa,” his grandson replied quickly. “I’ll see you soon. Be careful.”
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Post by Reality Bites on May 10, 2011 21:14:06 GMT -5
Yep, I guess I did guess their reactions pretty accurately. Looking forward to the next chapter!
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Post by Chrisaholic on May 11, 2011 6:31:12 GMT -5
Keeping my mouth shut since I already know it!! LOL
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Post by Astral Echo on May 11, 2011 8:33:10 GMT -5
Know what? Now I'm confused. lol Another great chapter, Sg, can't wait for more.  |
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Post by StoryGirl83 on May 11, 2011 13:49:33 GMT -5
Yep, I guess I did guess their reactions pretty accurately. Looking forward to the next chapter! Well done. Keeping my mouth shut since I already know it!! LOL It's nice to have you reviewing anyway. Know what? Now I'm confused. lol Another great chapter, Sg, can't wait for more. Hopefully, it will all make sense in time.
Chapter Twenty - One Spell at a Time Victor reached the manor and pulled into the driveway. It had been so long since he last came here. It had been too dangerous. And now here he was. Dean was out of the car almost before it stopped and almost to the backyard by the time Victor had it off and his belt undone. He ran around the back and ignoring everyone else dropped to his brother’s side and shook him. “Come on, Sammy boy. Wake up! Wake up, d**nit! You have to wake up.” Wyatt stared at him bemused. “Does that answer your question?” Victor asked, coming up behind his grandsons. Wyatt nodded and inclined his head in the direction of the manor. Chris turned around and gave Victor a hug. Looking over his younger grandson’s head, Victor’s eyes widened at the sight of his oldest daughter standing just inside. “Prudence.” Prue smiled. “Hi, Dad. It’s really good to see you.” “Really?” Things had been more of a tentative truce before she died. She grinned and nodded. “Really.” “Why are you still inside?” Victor asked as he approached the door. “Don’t come any closer,” she warned. Victor stopped and frowned. “The demon’s gone,” she conceded, “but the spells the demon cast are still intact. We’re trying to find a way to counter them, so we can get out of her, but so far nothing has worked. “I think we’re going to just have to wait until Christy wakes up,” Prue admitted, “and hope she knows what kind of spells the demon cast.” “Well, I don’t care about a demon now that it’s gone,” Dean declared. “Why won’t my brother wake up? What was that demon?” Prue snorted. “Make up your mind. Either you care or you don’t.” “Fine,” Dean said rising. “I care. Are you happy? My brother doesn’t get knocked out when he fights demons that possess people. That’s easy for him. So what was different about this one?” “Not knowing what you are usually up against and not having spoken to him . . . at all,” Prue began, “I have no way of knowing. All I know is that this one possessed a witch named Christy for seven years and when you brother did . . . whatever it was that he did he fought with a black smoke coming out of her mouth for several minutes.” Dean grimaced. “Anything else?” “The demon was pretty mad at my sisters for vanquishing the Woogie in the basement,” Prue informed him. “The . . . what?” Dean stared at her. “Is that some sort of demon?” “You have a little brother,” Prue stated. “Well, my baby sister decided that the demon in the basement was the boogey monster. Except my little sister couldn’t say ‘Boogey Monster’ at the time, so it became ‘Woogie Monster’ and that got shortened to . . .” “Woogie,” Dean finished. “Weird.” A moan from Sam had Dean running to his side. “Come on, Sammy.” Sam blinked open his eyes and looked up. “Dean?” “Sam!” Dean exclaimed, thankfully. “You’re awake!” Sam stared at him in disbelief. “Dean? But you’re dead.” “Not last I checked,” Dean retorted. “Care to explain why the paramedics couldn’t find you?” “I . . . paramedics?” Sam looked at him funny. “I didn’t see any paramedics, just . . . just police and the M. E. They said no one else survived. How can that be, it you are fine? Are you saying no one died?” “Oh, people died,” Dean conceded, “but not everyone and actually not a lot of people. There were a lot of survivors.” “Then, what’s going on?” Sam asked bewildered. “The trickster, again?” “I don’t know,” Dean admitted. “Maybe, though this doesn’t quite seem to be his style.” Sam pushed himself to his feet. “Is the host all right?” he asked Prue. “She’s alive,” was all Prue could answer. Sam nodded. “That’s good.” He walked over to the door. “I can’t go in, can I?” Prue shook her head. “I’m afraid not. We’ve tried all sorts of spells, but it just seems like it’s going to be up to her to uncast the spell the demon used her to cast.” “Speaking of which, I hear something from her,” Leo announced as he walked away from where he had been talking with his sons and toward Christy. Prue joined him and got down next to the young witch. Christy yawned before she did anything else. Then, she opened first one eye than the other. A puzzled expression crossed her face. “I’m me.” There was almost a question in her voice. She pushed her arms back and tried to sit up. She winced as pain shot through her right arm. “Well, isn’t that nice,” she retorted. “I guess I’ll take it, if it means that . . . thing . . . is gone.” She looked at Prue. “You’re . . . Oh, I am so sorry. She was rather cruel to you, wasn’t she? Are you all right?” “In case you missed it, I’m dead,” Prue informed her. Christy nodded. “Yes, but she . . . she still seemed to think she could hurt you. I’m glad you’re not.” She used her left arm to prop herself up. “And this is real? She kept pushing me away into some sort of fantasy world, as if I was so much garbage. She had a nasty sense of humor, let me tell you. I starred as the villain and I had no control. It was always the same stuff. I was kidnapped by demons and by the end of it, my own sister killed me because I tried to kill her.” She sighed as she gave up trying to stand. “Mind giving me a hand? I’m pretty sure you broke my arm. Hopefully nothing else. I guess I should be glad you didn’t kill me. You could have, I imagine.” Prue didn’t comment as she helped Christy get to her feet. She’d known very early on that a demon was possessing an innocent. After that it had never been an option to kill Christy and she hadn’t known how to keep the demon out of Christy. She’d even tried the spell for the Woogie once and the demon had just mocked her. “Any chance you know the reversal to the spell the demon cast?” Christy nodded. “I think so. I’m afraid I was never that good with spells. That was always my sister. She doesn’t have any active powers, so she focused on those. I think I can do this though.” She looked around. “Do you have something I can write on? I want to see if it looks right before I cast it.” “Sure,” Prue pointed at a writing desk. “You should find what you need in there.” “Thanks.” Christy headed over there. Prue headed back to the outer doors. “Christy thinks she knows the spell.” Leo exhaled slowly. “Good. The spell you cast on me helped, but I really need to eat something. It’s been days since I managed to eat anything and even with that spell, I’m starting to feel it. Keep an eye up here for me, would you.” Prue nodded. “Sure. Bring extra. I imagine when I uncast the one I cast on my sisters, they’re going to be pretty hungry, too.” As Leo walked toward the kitchen, Wyatt looked at Prue funny. “What did you do to Mom anyway?” “I cast a spell to stop them, basically,” she informed him. “They don’t eat, sleep, breath, bleed, age. Their hearts beat, which is kind of odd since they don’t bleed. Otherwise they are just stopped in time. I’ve had to recast it several times over the years and since they were unconscious when I found them, it sometimes took a while for me to notice. Over the years there injuries have no doubt worsened and they are probably hungry.” “So if you did nothing, eventually they would wake up?” Prue nodded. “I hope. That last battle took its toll on them. I just hope it can be fixed.” Christy came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. “Here’s the spells, both the original and the counter. See if it looks right. I have no reason to believe she could write a spell.” “Other than a house we can’t get out of,” Prue commented with a raised eyebrow mirroring an action her sister Piper did all the time. Christy chuckled. “Yeah, other than that.” Prue took the paper and silently looked at the first spell. On the paper it read, “Fire from within my soul, circle round this humble home. Close every gap and hole. Do not let these people roam.” Crude, effective, and very specific. After a quick glance at the counter she handed it back to Christy. “You’ll have to cast it.” Christy took the paper back and sighed. She nodded. “Let’s hope this works.” Holding the paper up so she could read, she chanted, “Fire from within my soul, depart now from around this home. Open every gap and hole. Let these people freely roam.”
So do you think the spell will work? And don't expect this Billie and Christy to be the same as the ones on Charmed, they aren't. For one, Christy was not kidnapped as a child. She grew up with Billie and they grew up learning witch craft from their mom. I will leave alone the idea that Helen Jenkins had no powers, because that doesn't effect my story. I wanted this story to show a different reality than the one shown in season eight while still using some of the same characters. The next chapter is called "How It All Went Wrong" and tells the story of how they got into this situation. Have fun. |
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Post by Reality Bites on May 11, 2011 18:23:56 GMT -5
I think the spell should work, since the original used Christy's powers in the first place to empower it. I wonder who this demon was that possessed Christy? I guess that will be explained in the next chapter.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on May 11, 2011 23:31:49 GMT -5
I think the spell should work, since the original used Christy's powers in the first place to empower it. I wonder who this demon was that possessed Christy? I guess that will be explained in the next chapter. You will get explanations for both. This chapter contains mostly flashbacks. The beginning will sound familiar, but not for long. Enjoy.
Chapter Twenty-One - How It All Went Wrong For several seconds no one did anything. Then Chris reached out his hand and grasped the door handle. Nothing happened. He turned the knob and pulled it open. With a big grin he walked into the manor and hurled himself at his dad as Leo reentered the room. “Daddy!” The cans in Leo’s arms dropped to the ground and rolled all over the place. Following suit, Wyatt followed after his little brother and hugged both of them as best his short child’s arms could manage. “Dad!” After several long seconds, Wyatt reluctantly let go of his dad and his brother to walk over to where his mom lay on the floor. He turned to face Prue. “Aunt Prue, would you wake them, please. I’m this close. I want my mom back.” Prue sighed. “We need to get a whitelighter here, because they are going to need healing. Being dead I wouldn’t call one, but you’re a witch. You should be able to call yours here.” Wyatt looked at her surprised. “You don’t know?” Turning to Leo, he asked, “How does she not know?” There was accusation in his voice as he added, “I thought she said Chris and I were all you talked about.” Prue frowned. “What are you talking about? You are all he talked about.” “Then, how can you not know that I can heal?” he wanted to know. Prue looked sharply at Leo. “What’s this? How? They’re not whitelighters. I know Paige helped you heal Cole that one time, but it required you to do it. How could your son possibly be able to heal when he is no more a whitelighter than my sister is?” “We can talk about that later,” Leo suggested. “Right now let’s just stick with the fact that he’s right. He can heal and we need to wake them up. It’s been seven years, Prue.” “Eleven for me,” Prue whispered in return as she stared down at her sisters. “You’re right. I’ve got a spell to uncast.” “Who was the worst off?” Wyatt asked as he got down on his knees near them.
Piper and Paige are passed out on a couch. Phoebe is in a chair across from them. Suddenly all three sisters gasp and sit up.
“Ah, the astral projection worked,” Paige commented panting.
“Thank you, Prue,” Piper breathed, thinking about her lost sister.
Unbeknownst to them, Prue was watching, a smile on her lips as she heard Piper’s words. So far so good, she thought.
“The book,” Phoebe announced as she pushed herself to a standing position.
As soon as they reached the attic, they headed toward the Book of Shadows. If their plan was going to work, they were going to need all the help they could get and the Book was vital to them. Running across the room they stopped in front of the Book. Phoebe and Paige stood on either side of Piper and the clasped hands.
“Okay,” Phoebe announced, breathing a little harder than usual. “This may be the last time we have to say this.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” Piper assured her.
As one they began to chant, “The Power of Three will set us free. The Power of Three will set us free. The Power of Three will set us free.”
They let go of each other’s hands and touched the book. When nothing happened Piper opened it and started looking through it. The sound of sirens from the street stopped her and she headed toward the window.
“What?” Phoebe asked as she and Paige headed over there with her.
They all looked out the attic windows at the cars and SWAT van converging on the street in front of the house. They watched as men jumped out of the SWAT van and ran toward harbored places in front of the house carrying guns.
They saw Agent Keyes amidst the group giving out orders and as he looked up it was clear that he spotted them.
“What the hell happened?” Paige asked, staring down onto the street.
“I don’t know,” Phoebe admitted. “But if they come in here before we get Zankou, it’s going to be a bloodbath.”
“Come on,” Piper directed, “we gotta find that spell.”
They walked away from the windows, Piper carrying the Book, just as Zankou appeared in flames.
“I underestimated you,” he informed them in an annoyed voice. “It won’t happen, again.” He threw an energy ball at them.
Paige orbed them out and it went right through where they had been standing.
Within moments, Zankou flamed in and found them in the basement chanting. “Natum adai necral . . .”
Zankou waved his hands and the sisters flew across the basement crashing into some boxes. He stepped down from the stairs where he had appeared and stepped closer to the hole in the floor. “It’s too late,” he announced to them. “You can’t take the Nexus. It has been in me. It knows me now. I should have done this before.”
As they got up he turned his back on them and started chanting. “Natum adai necral. Daya intay layok.”
The hole in the floor lit up and the shadow rose out of it. Not the Nexus, for it has never been the Nexus, always the shadow, always Phoebe’s “Woogieman”. And the spell they had was designed not to destroy the Nexus, but to vanquish the one being who had resided within the Nexus for so very long. The shadow approached Zankou and stopped just in front of his face. He waited patiently as a moment later the Shadow entered him through his eyes. His task complete he turned around and faced them, his eyes black.
The girls stood there waiting.
“You can’t stop me now,” he announced in an unnatural voice.
“No?” Paige queried.
“Watch us,” Piper suggested.
As one the girls read the spell that Paige produced out of her pocket. “From ancient times, this power came, for all to have, but none to reign.”
Zankou began to flash black and red and pain showed on his face as he screamed in that unnatural tone, “No!”
“Take it now, show no mercy, for this power can no longer me,” they finished up.
Zankou turned redder and redder as the Shadow within him was vanquished and it was taking him with it. He screamed.
All around them wind blew from nowhere and the sisters grasped hands, holding on as if to anchor themselves.
“This is it!” Phoebe exclaimed.
As Zankou exploded the power washed over the three sisters, decimating the basement around them.
It was several minutes later when Phoebe pushed herself out of the debris. “Well, that was fun. Let’s not do it, again.”
“Is he really gone?” Paige asked, looking at the gaping hole in the basement floor.
“Zankou and the Woogie, too,” Phoebe grinned. “I used to be terrified of that thing. It’s good to know it’s gone for good.
“Let’s get out of here,” Piper suggested. “I’m going to hate leaving here, but there’s no way we can stay, not with every cop and his dog out there.”
Paige nodded. “I guess it’s really o . . .”
Piper and Phoebe turned to face her startled and found no one there.
“Paige?” Phoebe asked confused.
“Paige!” Piper exclaimed at the same time, scared. A glow surrounded her as she astral projected back into her body in her bedroom. Something had prevented them from leaving the manor and there was no time to figure out what, not with Zankou fast on their trail.
Piper and Phoebe may not have known what happened to Paige, but Prue saw it all. She didn’t feel the need to watch her sisters fight Zankou, but their bodies, that had scared her. When she had suggested the idea to Leo and given him the spell she hadn’t thought about their bodies. And ever since they started using it, she’d thought of nothing else.
She watched as Piper returned to her body and looked around the room.
Next to Piper, Phoebe was doing the same thing. There was no sign of Paige, but Prue had seen what had happened. Piper and Phoebe could handle the immediate problem, but Paige was going to need medical help and fast. Since her sisters no longer had a whitelighter and she was dead, there was only one person she could think to turn to.
Having no idea that Prue had been there, Piper ran out of the room into the hall. She saw the back of a woman walking down the hall toward Paige. Paige lay in a heap against the wall as if she’d been slammed into it.
Piper waved her arms and the woman froze in her tracks. There wasn’t time to figure out if this was a demon or just an evil human. There was only time to stop her from getting any closer to Paige. “Phoebe, she’s hurt!”
Phoebe reached Paige not long after Piper did. “We can’t orb with Paige knocked out,” Phoebe muttered. “Not that it would do any good when we can’t even orb out of the house,” she retorted. She stopped and looked over at Piper, concern written on her face. “She is only knocked out, right?”
Piper nodded.
“We’re surrounded,” Phoebe added, unnecessarily.
“Let’s just get Paige away from here first,” Piper ordered.
“Her neck,” Phoebe protested. “They always say . . .”
“’They’ didn’t have a demon just down the hall,” Piper reminded her as she squatted down next to Paige and lifted her into her arms.
“I can’t premonition the demon away, you know,” Phoebe reminded her.
“You also can’t lift Paige,” Piper shot back. “Let’s go.”
They were almost to the end of the hall when they heard noises behind them.
“She’s coming,” Phoebe moaned.
“Get in front of me,” Piper ordered. “You can move faster.”
Phoebe moved as fast as she could around Piper and headed down the stairs. Hoping there was some way out of the backyard she headed toward the conservatory.
There she was met by the woman from upstairs. Her eyes flashed black and she laughed evilly at Phoebe. “Thought you lost me did you?” She formed fire in her hands and threw it at Phoebe.
Phoebe only barely managed to avoid her.
Prue forced her body to materialize not far from Leo. In the middle of a crowd, no one would really think about whom she was or what she was doing her. She was just anonymous. She managed to reach Leo quickly. He was walking away from the front line looking concerned and disappointed. Prue met up with him and tapped him on the shoulder.
Leo turned around to look at who had done this. He figured someone had just jostled him in the crowd. Seeing Prue, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something.
She covered his mouth with her hand. “No time. Zankou’s gone, but another demon is attacking. Paige is injured and something is keeping them from orbing out. I had to astral project and even now I can feel something pulling me back. Paige needs medical attention and I don’t know what might be happening while I’m gone. You have to hurry.”
When Prue returned to her “body” such as it was, she heard noises from downstairs. Not needing to walk she moved downstairs and headed toward the conservatory. She was just in time to see Piper slammed into wall, head first. Prue flung her arm out, sending the woman into the wall.
The woman scrambled to her feet quickly, too quickly. “Ah, the missing sister. You think you’re so good. Well, what did my brother ever do to you?”
“Prue!” Phoebe exclaimed stunned. “How’d you . . ?”
“Not now,” Prue ordered. “Get out of here. One of you has to and you’re the only one still standing.”
“I can’t just leave you here,” Phoebe insisted as she ducked another flame.
“Listen to me!” the woman yelled at them. “Listen to me. You freaking witches! Listen to me. You really think I’m going to let you murderers get away? Even now my spell is closing down this house, none of you will escape.”
The slam of a door told Prue that either Leo had managed to find a way in or else the invasion of the SWAT team had begun.
The woman screamed at them in anger and flames spiraled away from her.
Prue grabbed Phoebe and pulled her over to where Piper and Paige lay in a heap. She held up an amulet that swung around her neck. She had intended to give it to Piper or Phoebe years ago. It had belonged to a witch that had been murdered. Phoebe hadn’t been speaking to Cole at the time and so he had shoved the amulet into Prue’s hand along with a white orb. He’d told her he needed the orb protected and that the necklace was the one he stolen from Leeza. Prue had been too stunned to respond.
She had died with it shoved in her pocket and she had been buried with it around her neck. Now, she held it up to protect her sisters. A blue shield went all around them and the fire past by them scorching everything in its path. She heard screams behind her and she shook. Innocents were dying and there was nothing she could do. The flames continued to separate around her and her sisters; the only thing protecting them was the amulet and the shield it created.
And then the flames were gone. The woman glared at Prue. “You know, you aren’t part of this. And you’re dead. Get out here and I won’t stop you. There’s still a little time before this house is completely closed off.”
“You don’t know me very well, if you think I’ll abandon my sisters,” Prue proclaimed.
“Your sisters killed my brother,” the woman announced shooting flames at the still conscious Phoebe who managed to duck.
“I didn’t know Zankou had a sister,” Phoebe commented as she looked for something to use as a weapon.
“What do I care about Zankou?” the woman retorted. “I mean my brother, the shadow who lived here.”
Phoebe froze and turned to look at her. “The Woogie was your brother?”
That was all she needed to send a flame careening at Phoebe. Phoebe didn’t notice it in time to do more than avoid getting hit somewhere deadly.
Leo walked into the room just as Phoebe fell to the ground. His mouth dropped. “Piper!”
“Leo! Behind me,” Prue called, keeping her eyes on the woman. She could see blood starting to pool under Phoebe’s leg and splinters making a line up her thigh in line with the tear in her clothes and the seemingly deep cut in her sister’s leg. Phoebe must have hit something on the way down. While there wasn’t anything in immediate evidence with Piper or Paige, both were still out cold.
Something had to be done and quick. Prue’s mind was working in over time, trying to come up with something she could do. She couldn’t call a whitelighter. Even had she had that ability, it seemed unlikely they would be able to come at this point. She couldn't get to any first aid materials. The possessed woman, for with the claim that the Woogie was her brother, she was convinced that the woman she was fighting was indeed possessed, would finish off her sisters before she could get anywhere. She had no way of transporting them anywhere and at this point she didn’t even think she could leave. There was no potion to use and everything seemed to tell her that she had to stay put.
That meant the only thing available to her was spells. She could use her powers as a ghost, but could she cast a spell? Unfortunately the only way to find out was to cast one and once she started doing that, the demon was going to react and there was no way to predict how.
A blast of fire came at her. She lifted the amulet in time to fend it off. That amulet wasn’t going to hold forever. How was she supposed to fend off a demon and protect her sisters at the same time, especially when she couldn’t kill the demon for fear of harming the host?
She looked down at her sisters. How she wanted Piper to make some sort of potion that would disconnect this demon from its host. Her eyes widened as a thought occurred to her. Phoebe, why can’t you be awake. What is the spell for the Woogie? It was no good. Phoebe was out and she had to think, think hard. It had always been Phoebe who knew that spell. But hadn’t she seen Piper freeze the demon? And hadn’t she been unable to freeze the Woogie? Oh, who cared, it was a chance and the demon herself had claimed the connection. If it was true, hopefully this would work. And if it wasn’t at least she was trying something. How had it begun? “I am light.”
“What?” the demon looked at her befuddled. “What are you mumbling about?”
“I am one too strong to fight,” Prue pressed on.
“Are you kidding me?” she mocked. “This is just insulting.” She threw a stream of fire at Prue.
Prue used her eyes to redirect the flow of the flame. Behind her she heard Leo’s gasp.
He was on the ground, trying to do something for her sisters. He’d ripped a strip off his shirt and was wrapping it around Phoebe’s injured leg, trying to make a tourniquet.
“Return to dark where shadows dwell,” Prue continued. “You cannot have this Halliwell.”
“This is ridiculous,” the demon scowled. “I am better than this. And I don’t want you. I just want them.”
“Go away and leave my sight,” Prue chanted at her. Nothing seemed to be happening, but she wasn’t going to stop until she knew for sure. “And take with you this endless night.”
Nothing happened.
Or nothing, except the demon laughed at her. “Did you really think that would banish me?” She laughed. “Let me tell you a thing or two. I’m stronger than he was. I am better than he was. I won’t fall like he did. Leave them to me and I will allow both of you to leave.”
“Never!” Prue vowed. “You will not get my sisters.”
“Then, I’ll just wait,” she shrugged her shoulders. “There wounds appear to be damaging enough to kill eventually. Maybe they’ll get an infection. You can’t win.”
“No?” Prue queried, unknowingly mirroring Paige’s question earlier to Zankou. Loosing wasn’t an option, but until she found a way, she was going to have to find some way to stop her sisters from getting worse and the only option she had was a spell. She took one last look at her sisters and started chanting, hoping the words she was trying to form in her mind worked the way she wanted them to. “All around you time flies by. For you time says good-bye. Safe until time starts, again, protected from immortal men. Wounds do not with time progress. Breathing stops, lives regress. When it ends lives renew. All that stopped, begins anew.”
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Post by Jad on May 12, 2011 1:33:38 GMT -5
Wow, pretty good.
Thank you for sharing....
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Post by Chrisaholic on May 12, 2011 5:38:20 GMT -5
Huhu. Good that I can't remember all here. LOL
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Post by Reality Bites on May 13, 2011 1:55:42 GMT -5
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Post by StoryGirl83 on May 13, 2011 4:24:42 GMT -5
Wow, pretty good. Thank you for sharing.... Thank you. I'm glad you think so. Huhu. Good that I can't remember all here. LOL All the more fun when rereading then. Enjoy. Another great chapter! Seems like we're getting closer to the end! I thought I was close to the end when I got here . . . I was wrong. There's still quite a bit to come. Enjoy.
Chapter Twenty-Two - Body Count It had worked. And seven years later she had to find a way to uncast it. It had run out more than once over the years, but she’d never thought beyond casting it, again. Well, she had managed to come up with a spell then, she could do it now. She scribbled the spell on the paper Christy had returned to her and then scratched it all out. She sighed and looked at the words she had written even if it was hard with all the black lines through them, but she knew the words by heart. Looking down at her sisters she tried to form a spell in her mind, but nothing came to her. “Eek!!” Christy’s voice squealed from down the hall. “Someone get in here quick!” Prue glanced down at her sisters and started running toward Christy’s voice. As she got closer a pungent aroma hit her nose. She held her nose as she continued to run into the front hall. Her mouth dropped as she saw maybe a dozen men and women in SWAT uniforms lying unmoving on the floor in the front hall. “How?” “I think your spell did more than you knew,” Christy mumbled. “Are they from seven years ago?” “They have to be,” Prue admitted. “But if it affected them, then why didn’t it affect Leo?” “Well, your spell did talk about injuries,” Christy commented. “As far as I know your brother-in-law didn’t have any. These . . .” She stared down at charred uniforms and burned bodies. While most of them were well preserved and most likely just barely holding on to life, there were two bodies that clearly had decayed over the years. “I killed them, didn’t I?” “Not you,” Prue shot back, plugging her nose, again. “The demon.” Christy nodded. “I got to get out of here. Do you think they have a phone I can use?” Prue nodded. “Yeah. Do you have a whitelighter I can use? With this many injured, I don’t think my nephew has enough time to heal them all.” Christy nodded. “Hopefully she can still hear me.” She looked up and called out, “Lydia!” Seconds ticked by and a middle aged woman with a concerned look on her face appeared. “Christy?” Christy grinned broadly. “Hi, Lydia.” “I haven’t been able to sense you,” Lydia scolded her. Christy nodded. “I know. I’ll tell you all about it later, right now, can you help out.” She gestured to all the people on the ground. Lydia gasped. “What happened here?” “A very angry demon,” Prue retorted. “Right now, I have them under a spell, or at least I think I do, so I’m going to have to undo that.” Lydia ignored her and got down next to one of the men. She held her hands over him and to Prue and Christy’s shock a golden glow covered her hands and the burns on the man’s face began to heal. “Just like that you undo my spell,” Prue looked at her bemused. Lydia smiled as she waved a hand over the man’s face. “I healed you spell. Whatever it was seems to stop most body functions without killing. All I did was restart them. He should sleep for a while. I would suggest you let me deal with them. Christy, your family will want to know you are alive.” Christy smiled. “Yes, thank you, Lydia.” Prue and Christy headed out of the room, but they were stopped by Lydia’s voice. “You’re dead, aren’t you?” Prue stopped and turned around. “Yes, ma’am. Eleven years now.” Lydia shook her head. “And how long have you been walking around as one of the living?” “Seven years,” Prue replied. “My sisters needed me.” Lydia glanced at the bodies around her. Prue shook her head. “They’re in the back. I didn’t know about these, only about my sisters. I haven’t left them alone in all that time.” “Returning won’t be easy for you,” Lydia commented. Prue shook her head. “No, it won’t, but I’ve done what I came here to do. I’ll do what I must.” Lydia nodded and moved to the next SWAT member. “See that you remember that.” Prue frowned, unsure what Lydia meant. When there was no further explanation she headed back to her sisters. She saw Wyatt look up as she entered. “Do you have the spell?” Prue shook her head. “See if you can heal them without one.” Wyatt blinked in surprise and nodded. He got down next to his mom and held his hands over her. To his surprise a warm golden glow covered his hands.
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Post by Reality Bites on May 13, 2011 5:58:20 GMT -5
Nowhere near the end? Interesting! Looking forward to any new twists!
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Post by Astral Echo on May 13, 2011 9:38:24 GMT -5
Oo oo oo, next chapter please oh please. hehe
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Post by Chrisaholic on May 15, 2011 10:56:21 GMT -5
Indeed. Next chapter, please! ;D
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Jan 19, 2012 22:47:57 GMT -5
I am so very sorry. I was just reminded that I hadn't completed posting this. Looking at the dates on here, I know why. The last time I updated was nine days before the worst day the area I live in has seen in a very long time. An F5 tornado ripped through the city just south of us, ultimately killing 162 people, including at least one I knew, though not well, and many people who people I know knew. The area that was hit is still very jarring, with a lack of buildings, trees, and even street signs. Things are slowly being rebuilt. Buildings are slowly popping up here and there. At any rate, at least I know why I haven't updated in eight months . . . it was wiped out of my memory by everything that happened. I have, over the last month tried to get back to updating things and forgot to get back to this, so now I will start up again. Nowhere near the end? Interesting! Looking forward to any new twists! Sorry I made you wait so long. Thanks for the reminder. Oo oo oo, next chapter please oh please. hehe Here it is. Quite late, but enjoy. Indeed. Next chapter, please! ;D Here you go.
Chapter Twenty-Three - Hugs, Kisses, and Puppy Dog Tails Everyone waited silently as Wyatt healed his mom. When Piper opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was small hands over her eyes. Her voice came out in a whisper as she asked, “What happened?” “Mommy!” Chris exclaimed, hurling himself once more, this time at Piper. Piper looked at him stunned. “Chris? Baby, is that you?” Wyatt’s lip quivered as a smiled pulled at his face. He wanted to give his mom a hug, too, but that could wait. He moved over to concentrate on Paige. Leo got down on his knees next to his wife and younger son. “Piper. Oh, Piper.” He smiled. Piper hugged them both to her and looked around her. She saw her older son holding healing hands over Paige. She heard a soft moan coming from her youngest sister. And then she saw her. “Prue!” Piper let go of her husband and son and scrambled to her feet. “You’re here!” she exclaimed as she stared at her big sister, her long lost best friend. Prue smiled at her and accepted the tight hug with one of her own. “Are you . . ?” Piper couldn’t finish the question. “I’m still dead,” Prue admitted. “You needed me. I wasn’t going to let you down. I don’t know what’s going to happen now. It’s been so long.” “Prue?” Phoebe’s voice asked from where she now sat on the floor. “You weren’t a mirage earlier?” Next to her Paige was rubbing her neck and looking around. At Phoebe’s words, she followed Phoebe’s eyes. “Prue?” She stared at her for several seconds trying to take in what she was seeing. “Oh, my word, that’s . . . that’s Prue!” Piper laughed and pulled Prue along with her as she returned to Phoebe and Paige. Once they stopped, Piper turned to Prue. “You said it’s been a long time. A long time since what?” “Since she stepped in between you and the demon possessing me,” Christy informed her as she reentered the room. “Can anyone lend me a cell phone?” The boys looked over at Victor. “Grandpa?” Chris asked. Victor pulled out his cell phone and handed it to Christy. “Exactly who is she?” Victor whispered the question to his younger grandson. Chris shrugged. Christy took the phone from Victor and wrinkled her nose trying to remember the number she wanted to call. A smile lit her face and she punched in some numbers. “Hi, Billie?” Her grin grew. “Yeah, it’s Christy.” She chuckled a little. “Yeah, I am.” “Piper?” Piper turned away from staring at Christy to look at Prue. “What?” “Are you okay?” Piper shook her head. “Can we trust her? I seem to remember her trying to kill us.” Prue nodded. “She was possessed by a demon.” Prue pointed in Sam’s general direction. “The mop haired one got rid of the demon. Apparently the Woogie had an over protective sister.” “The Woogie had a sister?” Piper asked with a touch of disbelief. “A really mad one,” Phoebe agreed remembering the events just prior to being knocked out. “Was that all a dream? Billie, the triad, . . .” she looked over where Christy was on the phone, “Christy?” Prue sighed. “All I know about that is that Christy said she kept being pulled into some fantasy world where she was the villain.” “That’s the one,” Phoebe agreed. “I’m not sure what to think of all that.” She watched as Christy close the phone and ran over to them grinning. “I’m a grandmother!” That got everyone’s attention. She was met with various levels of disbelief. Prue frowned at her. “What?” Christy grinned bigger. “My dog had puppies a few years ago. I’m a grandmother!” Prue laughed at that, now understanding where the absurd comment had come from. “I have to get going,” Christy announced, bouncing straight to a new subject. “My sister is coming to pick me up and she should be here soon.” She turned to face Sam who was standing next to Dean watching everyone. “Thanks for getting rid of the demon. I am in your debt.” “Yeah, sure,” Sam dismissed her claim. “You all right?” “Mmhh,” she grinned and turned to look at Prue. Trying to keep her face straight she said, “Thanks for not killing me. I know you could have.” “It wasn’t an option,” Prue denied. “You’re an innocent.” She sighed. “Be careful, okay. People are going wonder why you’re alive.” “I’ll figure it out,” Christy assured her. “I’m just missing though. They will wonder, but they don’t have to get over the fact that I’m dead or anything like that.” With a quick smile she headed toward the front of the house, greeting Lydia as she did. Christy’s words made Prue wonder. She turned to her dad. “And them,” she indicated her sisters and her brother-in-law each in turn. “Are they just missing?” Victor shook his head. “I think it’s mostly calmed down, but they are thought either dead or wanted murderers, I’m afraid. Some have never quite been convinced that they weren’t behind what happened.” Paige moaned. “This is not going to work. We’re still going to have to leave.” Leo picked up Chris and hugged him tight as he shook his head. “As Christy said, we’ll figure it . . .” Prue frowned as Leo’s voice just stopped. She turned and looked at him. She waved her hand in front of him. “Leo?” Her frown deepened as she turned to Piper. “Piper, did you . . ?” Her voice trailed off as she realized that Piper wasn’t moving either. No one else was moving at all. “Piper? Phoebe? Leo? Dad? What’s going on?” “Don’t worry,” a voice behind her told her. “Your family is fine.”
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Post by Reality Bites on Jan 20, 2012 4:07:02 GMT -5
Glad to know Wyatt was able to heal everyone! And Christy claiming to be a grandmother threw me for a loop! I didn't think they were stuck in the manor for that long, but the grand-puppies revelation cleared that up, lol. Dean and Sam were pretty quiet, but that is to be expected given the Halliwells are all reuniting after so many years. And the frozen Leo (and everyone else) thing is a bit familiar... wondering if the Angel of Destiny is behind that voice! lol Thanks for the update StoryGirl. It's completely understandable about the lack of updates. |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Jan 20, 2012 10:49:48 GMT -5
Ah yes, it was some time ago since I read it but nice ending for now. If only I could remember who this voice was? An angel of Destiny, maybe?
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Jan 20, 2012 17:40:04 GMT -5
Glad to know Wyatt was able to heal everyone! And Christy claiming to be a grandmother threw me for a loop! I didn't think they were stuck in the manor for that long, but the grand-puppies revelation cleared that up, lol. Dean and Sam were pretty quiet, but that is to be expected given the Halliwells are all reuniting after so many years. And the frozen Leo (and everyone else) thing is a bit familiar... wondering if the Angel of Destiny is behind that voice! lol Thanks for the update StoryGirl. It's completely understandable about the lack of updates. Yeah, the bit about Christy being a grandmother was supposed to through people, especially the people she was talking to, but also the readers. I made sure not to drag it out. I just wanted it to be fun. I think I kind of imagine that while the Halliwells are busy with all this Dean and Sam are staying out of their way and talking, filling each other in on what happened. Ah yes, it was some time ago since I read it but nice ending for now. If only I could remember who this voice was? An angel of Destiny, maybe? Very good. And since this is making season eight a dream, literally, there is only one Angel of Destiny.
Chapter Twenty-Four - A Moment In Time Prue whirled around to face her adversary. What she found was a middle aged man in a robe looking at her with a kind smile. “Who are you?” she demanded. “Your family has the most fascinating way of messing with destiny,” the man commented without answering her question. “What are you talking about?” Prue asked glaring at him. “Don’t you dare say my sisters were supposed to die.” “One of them, yes,” the man informed her. “Had you not interfered one of your sisters would have died. However since you did interfere and all three of your sisters have thus survived, we will not dwell on that. What we need to discuss is the fact that you did so at the peril of your own soul and now you have left us little choice by remaining here so long.” “What are you talking about?” Prue demanded. “I know I have to go back to being dead. I know . . .” “You cannot,” the man interrupted. “What are you talking about?” Prue repeated, perturbed. “Of course I can. I have to.” “One does not simply stay corporeal for seven years after dying and not expect consequences,” the man informed her. Prue sighed and nodded. “My sisters are safe. Christy is safe as well. I will accept my punishment.” “Cases like yours are rare,” he informed her, “but when they do occur the person normally is sent strait on to their next life. In your case that’s a problem,” he admitted. “And your soul cannot stand the strain of returning to death. Prue looked at him with raised eyebrows so like her sister’s. “How’s that?” “Your next life is nowhere near ready to be born,” he announced. “You see you were never meant to die when you did and since you did we were already going to be waiting a long time.” “So now what?” Prue asked frustrated. “Just tell me what is going to happen to me all ready. I will take my punishment.” “As I said, you left us with little choice,” he repeated. “We can of course attempt to return you to your death, but that will prove difficult and maybe impossible. Should we fail you will be gone forever and your next life will never come to be. That is not desirable. You have a long destiny yet to experience.” Prue gave him a look. “And the other options?” “We can find some way to,” he frowned, looking for the right words, “more or less to put you in storage until it is time for your next life.” Prue sighed. “Fine. Do that, if you must.” “There is another option,” he admitted. Prue waited, growing impatient with him. “It would require all of your powers to be given up,” he informed her, “but you may find it the most desirable option.” “My powers aren’t really a whole lot of use to me when I’m dead, now are they,” Prue retorted. “That they were able to protect my sisters for all these years is enough.” “The thing is that by draining your powers, we might be able to bring you back to life.” Prue stared at him shocked. “Repeat that,” she demanded. “You would be without magic, any magic,” he reminded her, “but you would be alive, living your life as you saw fit and when you died, again, it is to be hoped that your soul would have had the chance to recover and you would pass peacefully into death.” He sighed. “There is the chance that this too could fail and that if you died too soon you might still lose your soul completely and never move on to your next life.” “But there’s also a chance I could live,” she demanded. “I could spend time with my sisters get to know Paige and my nephews. I could live?” He nodded. “The choice is yours.” Prue looked at her sisters, at her nephews, at her dad. She turned back to the man. “Who are you?” “I am the Angel of Destiny,” he told her, finally answering that question. She shook her head, trying to think. She gulped and nodded. “Okay. Do it.” He waved his hand at her and magic swirled around her. She felt it picking and pulling at her. She saw nothing but a swirl of light all around her, going round and round, making her dizzy. After what seemed like forever she felt it lift away and saw it move from her. Gaps began to form between the light and she could once more see around her. And suddenly it was just gone. She looked at the Angel of Destiny and saw him smiling. “It worked?” “You are alive.” Just as if it was nothing. Just to test it, she tried to astral project to him. Nothing happened.
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