Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed
A/N: Guess what! My birthdays coming up! Yippie! Nonetheless, I will update this story! I appreciate the reviews I get by they way. As much as I like writing this story, I like knowing the people reading it enjoy it too! Thanks for reading & reviewing!
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Chapter 3:
"Oh my head!" said the women with short black hair, raising her hand to her forehead. "What happened?"
She sat up from her comfortable sleep on her bed and gazed around the room. How did she get here? What on earth was going on? Gently placing her feet on the ground, she sprang from her bed and slightly opened the door. It looked about noon, judging from the light shining through the windows, and it hurt her eyes.
The house seemed oddly barren, considering three sisters occupied it. She crept down the stairs, afraid at the possibility that there may be something wrong, and searched for any life form she could find. No one. Not even a demon of any kind. At the Charmed Ones' house!
"Hello! Anyone here!" she called.
No response. Turning to walk up the stairs and return to the attic, she caught a glimpse of herself on mirror hanging on the wall. She walked closer to it, and gasped at what she saw. Raising her hand to her face, she felt the warmth of her skin, something she had not felt in a long time. She, Prue Halliwell, was alive again. Prue fled up the stairs and didn't stop until she reached the attic.
It was a wonderful feeling to be alive again. Almost skipping to the top of the stairs, she reached for the handle, hesitating to turn it.
Please be here! She thought to herself.
Prue pushed the door open with her opposite hand and held her breath. Her heart sank when she was not greeted with the voices and hugs of her lost family. Although, the sorrow was short lived when curiosity got the best of her. The book was sitting in the same spot as it always was, closed, but with a different cover. The symbol that had been in front of the book for generations, the very things that represented the Charmed Ones was gone!
The once beautiful green cover with silver-like markings on the front was now a light shade of blue with a star in the middle. One star. Now that was what troubled Prue the most. Opening the book to the first page, she begged her ancestors in heaven to help her discover what had happened. A wind blew through her hair, gently at first, then gaining speed to have enough power to turn the pages.
"The Time Reversal Spell," Prue whispered.
That explains everything. Why I'm alive, why the book has changed, and why…The next few words were almost too hard for her to say, Why I'm alone again.Feeling the pain of loneliness was never something Prue could handle. Not even in death. When her sisters got on her nerves, even as a child, she always felt grateful to have them. Someone always there to help her out, talk to her, and give her a hug when the world felt too heavy on her shoulders.
"I need to find them," speaking to herself in a mournful tone.
Grabbing a map of the area, Prue walked toward the couch, hoping that scrying would work to find at least one of her sisters. In the end, she had a feeling the power of three would be needed. She fell back onto the couch, and was startled to hear a CRUNCH sound from beneath her. Jumping up just as fast as she sat down, Prue was relieved to see it was only a newspaper. Picking it up, about to toss it aside, an article seemed to seize her attention.
Opening the newspaper to read the title fully, it read ASK PHOEBE, with a picture of none other than of Phoebe on the front. Being the logical sister that she was, Prue searched the paper for a sign of where it came from.
New York. Great. Thought Prue, off to find a phone.
"Hello," said Phoebe on the phone, the women on the other end finally answering her call. "I'd like to book a flight to New York by tomorrow."
