To Call A Lost Witch
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. But who didn't know that?
A/N: This just popped into my head and I don't know how to explain. This takes place before Paige moved into the manor. The next chapter is cming really soon, probably tomorrow. =)
Paige stormed into the attic and slammed the door. They were doing it again. Comparing every move to their dear, beloved Prue. She wasn't Prue! They had to understand that.
Paige sighed. She had to relax. They were still in the grieving process. She had to be patient with them. They would understand once - oh hell. They would never understand. They would always look at her and wish she was Prue.
Paige walked over to the podium that held the Book and knocked it over with rage.
"Stupid Book!"
The Book fell to the ground. Paige stared at it with her arms crossed, then sighed and kneeled down next to it. She turned it over and saw what page it had landed on.
"To Call A Lost Witch."
Paige rolled her eyes and put the Book back on the floor, but then she got an idea. Paige walked over to the chest that contained everything she would need, then she took everything over to the Book.
"If Prue was back, I wouldn't have to be her." Paige said, then set everything up. Once she was happy with everything, she began to say the spell.
"Power of the witches' rise. Course unseen across the skies. Come to us, we call you near. Come to us and settle here." Paige said, then picked up an athame. She winced, then cut her finger and let a drop of the blood fall into the bowl with the rest of the ingredients. "Blood to blood, I summon thee. Blood to blood, return to me."
Paige waited patiently. She sighed when nothing happened and was about to blow out the candle when she saw it flicker. She held her breath and waited.
Suddenly, a bright light started shining from the ceiling. It got brighter and bigger, until all Paige could see was light. Then, a dark figure fell from the light and landed on the floor. The figure didn't move. The light began getting smaller and dimmer, until it completely closed.
Paige looked toward the figure. It was definitely a woman, even though she couldn't ee her face. She was wearing a long white robe; Paige remembered seeing her mother wearing one the first time they met, and the figure had long dark hair.
Paige was thinking about going over to the woman, but before she could, the woman slowly propped herself up. The woman looked toward Paige and Paige's breath caught in her throat. Paige couldn't say anything, but the woman could.
"Who are you?"
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. But who didn't know that?
A/N: This just popped into my head and I don't know how to explain. This takes place before Paige moved into the manor. The next chapter is cming really soon, probably tomorrow. =)
Paige stormed into the attic and slammed the door. They were doing it again. Comparing every move to their dear, beloved Prue. She wasn't Prue! They had to understand that.
Paige sighed. She had to relax. They were still in the grieving process. She had to be patient with them. They would understand once - oh hell. They would never understand. They would always look at her and wish she was Prue.
Paige walked over to the podium that held the Book and knocked it over with rage.
"Stupid Book!"
The Book fell to the ground. Paige stared at it with her arms crossed, then sighed and kneeled down next to it. She turned it over and saw what page it had landed on.
"To Call A Lost Witch."
Paige rolled her eyes and put the Book back on the floor, but then she got an idea. Paige walked over to the chest that contained everything she would need, then she took everything over to the Book.
"If Prue was back, I wouldn't have to be her." Paige said, then set everything up. Once she was happy with everything, she began to say the spell.
"Power of the witches' rise. Course unseen across the skies. Come to us, we call you near. Come to us and settle here." Paige said, then picked up an athame. She winced, then cut her finger and let a drop of the blood fall into the bowl with the rest of the ingredients. "Blood to blood, I summon thee. Blood to blood, return to me."
Paige waited patiently. She sighed when nothing happened and was about to blow out the candle when she saw it flicker. She held her breath and waited.
Suddenly, a bright light started shining from the ceiling. It got brighter and bigger, until all Paige could see was light. Then, a dark figure fell from the light and landed on the floor. The figure didn't move. The light began getting smaller and dimmer, until it completely closed.
Paige looked toward the figure. It was definitely a woman, even though she couldn't ee her face. She was wearing a long white robe; Paige remembered seeing her mother wearing one the first time they met, and the figure had long dark hair.
Paige was thinking about going over to the woman, but before she could, the woman slowly propped herself up. The woman looked toward Paige and Paige's breath caught in her throat. Paige couldn't say anything, but the woman could.
"Who are you?"