"Prue?" Victor screamed at the mention of his eldest daughter.

Piper and Phoebe just sat there and blinked.

"Where is she?" Leo asked.

"Her soul was released around noon, the Elders figured. From what they can tell, the soul takes about ten hours to materialize."

"Is Death going to take her back?" Phoebe asked, afraid to get her hopes up.

"No," Paige clarified quickly. "The Elders have been sensing that witches aren't the only beings being brought back from the dead. So they figure, you know, even the score and all that."

"That doesn't sound like them," Leo observed.

Paige shrugged her shoulders. "All they told me is that since Prue is attached to this house, she's probably gonna reappear here around ten and have no idea that she's been dead all this time."

"Wait," Piper said, holding her hand up in a 'stop' motion, "Prue's not going to know she's been dead for six years?"

"Yes," Paige said.

"This isn't summoning the dead," Phoebe realized, "it's like bringing back the dead. Different situation, different rules."

"So now what?" Victor asked, not wanting to hear about more stupid magical rules.

Piper began eating her dinner. "We wait until it's ten."


Piper and Leo had put Wyatt and Chris to sleep a few hours ago. Phoebe and Paige sat in the attic, waiting tensely.

Trying to break the tension, Phoebe asked Paige, "So, have you heard from Billie?"

"Yes, she's celebrating with her friends somewhere in Puerto Rico. I can't believe she became the Ultimate Power, killed the Charmed Ones, killed her sister, and was still able to finish college."

"I know, scary, huh?"

Piper, Leo, Coop, Henry, and Victor joined the girls in the attic. "It's almost ten," Coop announced. He sat next to Phoebe, and Henry sat next to Paige. They were seated on a couch near the door.

Piper and Leo chose to sit with Victor on the couch closest to the Book of Shadows, their magical family heirloom, and guide to the magical world.

As the clock downstairs struck ten, everyone jumped.

Time seemed to freeze as everyone's breathing could be heard. Suddenly, a tiny white light, no bigger than a baseball floated into the attic. It hovered over a circular rug, where so many rituals and spells had been cast, and gradually grew in size.

Everyone held their breaths as the white radiant orb continued to grow and began to shape itself into a form of a person – of Prue.

The orb shot bright light out, momentarily blinding the room. Everyone shielded their eyes, and after a second or so, the light died down. Everyone slowly brought their hand down from their eyes.

Standing in the middle of the room was Prue, still wearing her leather black jacket and denim jeans.

She looked around, befuddled. "Where am I?" She gasped, "Where's Shax?"

Seconds went by and no one said anything. They all just gaped at her.

"Who are all these people?" Prue asked, referring to Paige, Henry, and Coop. "And Phoebe, what did you do with your hair?" Phoebe had been a blonde with straight hair the last Prue had seen her, and now her hair was a bouncy, chestnut shade.

Piper was the first to find her voice. "Uhm, Prue, honey… do you know what happened to you?"

"What?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" Phoebe asked, sensing Prue's complete and utter confusion with her own empathy powers.

"I-I remember… Shax blowing in through the front door and going after Dr. Griffiths. Then he hit me instead and… and I blacked out."

"So you're assuming that Leo healed you and now we're all in the attic," Paige guessed.

"Who are you?" Prue asked, giving her a suspicious look.

Paige, Phoebe, and Piper exchanged looks. "Honey, why don't you come with us to the conservatory downstairs and we'll explain everything as best we can to you," Piper suggested.

Paige began to object, but Phoebe grabbed her and pulled her aside. "Listen," she said as Piper went to get Prue, "if we start doing the whole explaining thing with everyone around, it'll be too confusing. We have to give her a little bit at a time. We don't want her head to explode."

"Fine," Paige said, pretending to pout. "When are we going to tell her we're related?"

"Hopefully after she digests that she's been dead for six years," Phoebe replied.

"Okay, go."

Phoebe and Piper led Prue downstairs to explain things to Prue, hoping she would take it well.

Meanwhile, somewhere far underground, an army of demons were being summoned to kill the Charmed Ones.


Author's Note 01:

Thanks for reading. I'm not exactly sure where this story is going right now, so let's just see where this takes us, shall we?

If you liked it, lemme know. If you don't, let me know why, I'm all ears... or eyes, whatever floats your boat.

Author's Note 02:

Okay, I missed the episode where they were killed... sorry about that. Thanks for telling me, Angels and Demons.

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