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Claimer: All I own is my pride and my sword. Oh, yeah, and this story, its ideas and content (with exception of the characters on Charmed). Please do not reproduce any of this story without my knowledge and permission.
A/N: Next part coming soon! (Sorry that the start is short.) Enjoy!
Interpreting Heaven
So bright... Too bright... She closed her eyes once again and laid her head back down onto the smooth ground beneath her. Even with her eyes closed the whiteness of the world around her seeped into her vision.
The pain was gone. What had pounded in her head forever now seemed as if it had never existed at all. The burning that had appeared in the back of her mind now had never been. Her eyes opened just enough to allow a slit of light to hit her. Where was she? What had happened?
She tried hard to remember what had happened before an overwhelming blackness encased her and this white world had appeared. Fear, pain... All that came to her mind was fear and pain. But why fear? Fear of what? What had caused her pain?
"Okay, Prue, just relax and concentrate. It must be in your head somewhere," her thoughts were still a bit jumbled, but those ideas stuck in her mind like glue. "Where was I?" She took a deep breath and tried to relax a bit to find the answer. "I was... I was at the manor." The answer in her mind gave her some hope as to find the cause of her presence here in this unknown place.
"What was happening?" She repeated the thought a few times in her head before any sort of answer formed at all. "Demon." That was it, but what demon? Her eyes opened a bit more to stare up at an eternal whiteness above her. She closed her eyes in pain and turned her head to the side. A new thought formed in her mind: "can I move?" Prue squinted her eyes open a bit and lifted a hand, seeing not exactly what she expected. There was supposed to be blood on it, instead, there was nothing. No wound, no scratches, no blood. Why had she expected there to be?
"Shax." That was the bastard's name. Where was she? More importantly, were her sisters here? Prue sat up slowly. There was something wrong. She didn't actually feel herself sit up; it didn't seem as if her muscles tensed at all to comply with her wished movement. Where was she?
Oh, Gods. "Piper?" Her voice cracked in the middle of calling her sister's name. Memories flooded violently into her mind. "Piper!" She'd been knocked out first, but what had happened to Piper? Panic assaulted Prue's senses and her breathing got heavier as her head whipped around, looking for any sign of her sister. What about Phoebe? She hadn't come when they'd called her, not even answered. "Phoebe?!"
Prue continued to look around herself in panic, but all she could see was white. All that was in this world was white.
Claimer: All I own is my pride and my sword. Oh, yeah, and this story, its ideas and content (with exception of the characters on Charmed). Please do not reproduce any of this story without my knowledge and permission.
A/N: Next part coming soon! (Sorry that the start is short.) Enjoy!
Interpreting Heaven
So bright... Too bright... She closed her eyes once again and laid her head back down onto the smooth ground beneath her. Even with her eyes closed the whiteness of the world around her seeped into her vision.
The pain was gone. What had pounded in her head forever now seemed as if it had never existed at all. The burning that had appeared in the back of her mind now had never been. Her eyes opened just enough to allow a slit of light to hit her. Where was she? What had happened?
She tried hard to remember what had happened before an overwhelming blackness encased her and this white world had appeared. Fear, pain... All that came to her mind was fear and pain. But why fear? Fear of what? What had caused her pain?
"Okay, Prue, just relax and concentrate. It must be in your head somewhere," her thoughts were still a bit jumbled, but those ideas stuck in her mind like glue. "Where was I?" She took a deep breath and tried to relax a bit to find the answer. "I was... I was at the manor." The answer in her mind gave her some hope as to find the cause of her presence here in this unknown place.
"What was happening?" She repeated the thought a few times in her head before any sort of answer formed at all. "Demon." That was it, but what demon? Her eyes opened a bit more to stare up at an eternal whiteness above her. She closed her eyes in pain and turned her head to the side. A new thought formed in her mind: "can I move?" Prue squinted her eyes open a bit and lifted a hand, seeing not exactly what she expected. There was supposed to be blood on it, instead, there was nothing. No wound, no scratches, no blood. Why had she expected there to be?
"Shax." That was the bastard's name. Where was she? More importantly, were her sisters here? Prue sat up slowly. There was something wrong. She didn't actually feel herself sit up; it didn't seem as if her muscles tensed at all to comply with her wished movement. Where was she?
Oh, Gods. "Piper?" Her voice cracked in the middle of calling her sister's name. Memories flooded violently into her mind. "Piper!" She'd been knocked out first, but what had happened to Piper? Panic assaulted Prue's senses and her breathing got heavier as her head whipped around, looking for any sign of her sister. What about Phoebe? She hadn't come when they'd called her, not even answered. "Phoebe?!"
Prue continued to look around herself in panic, but all she could see was white. All that was in this world was white.
