"Prudence Halliwell, you are being given a choice," the angel spoke as Piper remained frozen in midair, the good doctor in the background and Shax positioned threateningly toward her little sister. Prue was in shock and awe at the same time as she took in her surroundings. She turned to the angel, unaware of what was just said.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. You're going to have to repeat that."
"Melinda Warren, the beginning of your line and family destiny, was more than just the first witch in your line. If truth be told," the angel spoke, "she was not the first."
"Then who was," the eldest sister asked as she began to deal with the situation before her.
"Your ancestor was born in the 17th century to Charlotte Warren, who emigrated from the British Isles; of mixed heritage containing English, Scottish and Welsh blood. One thousand years before Melinda's birth, a young but fair king ruled over a noble land. You may know it by the name—"
"Camelot," the witch interrupted; the cogs of her mind turning as she pulled up all of her knowledge on the subject.
"That is correct. There are many different tales surrounding the myth, but what you must know is that you descend from Arthur's line and the time will come when your children will once again rule over the great kingdom of Camelot."
"What does that have to do with this?"
Stepping forward, the angel reached her hand out to cup Prue's face. "Your future is not set in stone. As such the future is of your choosing. If you live, the events that follow will prove to bring about the next king Arthur as well as his greatest enemy, the reincarnation of the witch Morgana."
"And if I die?"
"Arthur will still be reincarnated, but the witch Morgana will not until many other generations will have passed. This will provide much needed time for your descendents to prepare Camelot and themselves for her arrival. Good magic will have more time to decide on the best course of action."
"Course of action for what?"
"To save Morgana's soul from eternal damnation, for even she will have a part to play in the outcome of your line and its well being, as well as the future of magic."
"But my sisters—"
"Have long and happy lives ahead of them," the angel spoke. "I have seen it."
Prue looked back at Piper and wished she could see Phoebe one more time. "Will I ever get to see them again?"
"In time," the angel spoke, just as another figure appeared with a list in hand.
"It's time, Prudence."
Prue turned to look at the Angel of Death, aware that the Angel of Destiny was no longer present. Before she was even able to process what her decision was, her heart had already made it. Prue could never let her sisters or their children suffer if there was something she could do about it. All she could do was trust that her sisters' destinies would not be altered and that they would indeed live long and happy lives. Even if she didn't.