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This isn't anything complicated. Just a snippet of the moments between when the sister died and time was reset in the Season 1 finale. Critiques are welcome.
"Phoebe? Phoebe please wake up." Piper cried. She went straight from mildly afraid to completely devastated in the span of just a few minutes. Prue sobbed silently, stroking Phoebe's still warm face. Piper wiped her eyes and stood up.
"Piper where are you going? Phoebe is dead!" Prue exclaimed. Piper rounded on Prue, her eyes almost wild.
"I know Prue, I can see that. We need to call Andy and ask him to come, see if he knows any doctors. Do CPR." Piper commanded. Prue put her hands on Phoebe's chest and began to pump, her eyes resolute on Phoebe's face. There was no movement and Prue closed her eyes, her movement faltering.
"Andy, please come to the Manor right now it's an emergency. I'll explain when you get here." Piper said. Piper walked over to Prue and Phoebe.
"How many Prue?"
"Twenty-eight." By the time she said it, Prue pressed her mouth to Phoebe's blowing in air twice, before trying again.
"Switch." Piper said. Prue switched and placed two fingers on Phoebe's neck.
"Piper…"
"No, Prue it has to work! She has to be alive." Piper was crying now and her pumps weren't timed, only desperate. Prue grabbed Piper's hands and stopped her.
"She's gone Piper. We can't help her. It's too late." Prue watched as Piper slowly crumbled and lay her head on Phoebe's shoulder, crying loudly.
"What do we do?" Piper moaned, shaking her head.
"I...don't know Piper. I don't know." Prue said. She held on to Piper as they cried, accepting the death of their sister as ever tear fell.
Prue stood over the body of Piper, her world falling apart every second that passed. She had failed. Because of her, her sisters were dead. Sure she got the warlock that did it, but it didn't bring her sisters back. She stood up and practically sprinted to the Book of Shadows. She didn't bother touching it. The sight of it made her sick and she only flicked her hand, watching as the pages fluttered faintly.
"How do I save my sisters?" she asked desperately. She glared at the book as it remained immobile before her.
"Tell me how! Please!" she cried, laying her hands on the yellowed pages. She tried to connect with the magic desperately, but the Book stayed as it was. Prue slammed it shut, determined to write her own spell. But the sight on the cover made her pause and understand that there was no way out of this.
The triquetra, was broken. More than that. Two pieces were missing.
The Power of Three was more than broken, it was dead.