One Month

One month had passed since Estelle's death. During that time only one demon had been killed by the Charmed Ones. Prue had lost a significant amount of weight though she was eating again. Her powers were out of sync. She had no control over them anymore. She spent most of her time in Estelle's room crying or yelling or sleeping. Whenever she exerted any amount of energy like accidentally using her magic or helping kill that one demon she became fatigued. She didn't spend a lot of time talking to her sisters or Leo. They tried, desperately so. Eventually Grams got involved coming down from the Heavens with Patty.

"Prue," Grams said.

"Grams," Prue said looking around, "Where is she? Where is my daughter?" Her voice, which could have easily sounded threatening sounded weak and pitiful. She couldn't have sounded less like herself.

"She hasn't quite processed that she's dead Prue," Grams said being honest, "She can't come back to see you Prue. There are laws that she has to follow as well. She's hasn't realized that yet. She's just been reunited with her people hat she hasn't seen in two years. But when that hits her, we have to be there to help. Her people won't understand- they died all at once hundred of years ago."

"I want her to come home. Please," Prue begged trying to take in what Grams had told her. But they couldn't explain that she was gone, that she could never contact them, not through the spirit board or the Book of Shadows. Prue went on to say that she and her mom could come down. Once again Grams tried to explain the laws of the Fae. Then Patty stepped in.

"Prue, honey it's not that simple. Even if she was human she wouldn't be able to come down. Not until you're done grieving."

"I will never be done grieving, I will never accept that my daughter is gone forever. I will never forget her- I will never leave her." Patty stepped back knowing this anger was directed towards her.

"I didn't want to leave you." Prue scowled at her mother, directing her grief, her anger at her because maybe if her mother hadn't of died then maybe she wouldn't feel this bad that her daughter was gone.

"He told you it wasn't safe, he told you and you went anyway. You knew you could die and you went anyway. Are there instances where I have put myself in danger, yeah. But my sisters were there to help me."

"They are here to help you now," Piper said as she and Phoebe entered the attic. They spent time trying to convince the eldest Charmed One that they wanted to help her, that she could move on. But Prue wouldn't have any of it. She was angry, pissed, and wanted to get away.

"You can't help me," Prue said, "No one can." Prue left the attic and eventually left the Manor. Everywhere she went she could see her daughter, hear her, feel her presence.

"Where did you learn to sew? I know all your dresses were sewn by hand," Prue asked one evening months before Estelle's death.

"We're taught simple sewing at a young age. Many of the clothing in the village was made by our seamstresses. We had three, there was a girl I knew who was to become one."

"How was that chosen? How were jobs chosen?"

"It just depended what you were good at. Some Fae were to become guardians, to help keep us safe at night, some hunters, midwives, doctors, teachers, many care for children and few were to become Elders."

"What were you to become?"

"Before I was to be a wife, a mother, to my children and to the village, someone to speak to the village in times of trouble or in times of happiness." This reminded Prue in a way of the first wives of the US or even Queen Elizabeth I. She was married to God and her kingdom.

"Would you have been expected to fight, to help guard?"

"Expected? No, but I would fight, I'd help keep my people safe. Women's opportunities were not as much in Camelot as they are here, they weren't spoken out loud. But it was accepted that we were equally responsible for keeping our home safe. That if the men were to fail, we were to step up."

"You would have been able to keep your children, because of you marrying an Elder?" Prue had changed the subject to see her daughter's reaction.

"Yes, I would have. If I were in Camelot right now, I would most likely have a child right now. If not one would be on the way." They way she spoke was matter of fact though it shocked Prue and she wanted to ask more. The topic was dropped though as Estelle spotted someone playing music farther down the sidewalk.

She knew that Estelle wasn't really there though because she was gone and what her Grams said was true, she couldn't come back. She walked for what was most likely hours. She saw mothers with their daughters out shopping, out enjoying life. She made her way to a bar and sat down facing the bartender.

"What can I get you?" he asked. She pulled out her wallet from her purse that she had grabbed right before leaving. She threw a handful of cash onto the counter.

"Whatever," she said not caring. He poured her a drink that was as dark as she felt. She downed it and felt sick but she downed several more to numb the anger she felt toward her mom, Grams, her sisters, and herself. She had let her daughter sacrifice herself. There was so much she didn't know about her daughter- that she'd never know. As she walked home, night having fallen she was confronted with a demon. They all knew that the Charmed Ones were weakened, that Prue normally the leader, was now the weakest link. Prue didn't know how many demons had attacked since Estelle's death. She didn't bother to ask her sisters because she didn't care.

Though she killed the demon, she couldn't blame them like she wanted for Estelle's death not like she wanted. She couldn't blame Cole, the Source, or her sisters though it had crossed her mind. She couldn't dare blame her daughter though she had sacrificed herself. She blamed the Elders but not as much as she blamed herself. So, when the demon was vanquished by her hand she knew what she had to do. She knew what she had to do to try to fix the death of her daughter.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter, thanks for reading! Please review. Charmed Always- K