She paced as the night's events swirled in her mind. Her sister had been kidnapped and Phoebe was lying in the ER getting her stitches taken care of. How had everything collapsed the way they had? They had the warning from Phoebes premonition and yet they couldn't stop it from happening.

She couldn't get the image of her little sister lying on the ground, tears streaming down her face as she held her side in pain.

Mike had taken the nights garbage out, before running back in and grabbing her, telling that Phoebe was outside hurt.

She had run through the club and out the back door. She was worried, but she knew their sister was with her so that eased some of her sorry but not all of.

"I knew I should not have agreed to let you come tonight Phoebe." She spoke to her sister on the ground, but what worried her more now was where was her other sister. "Phoebe. Its ok sweetie I got you." She took her sister in her arms and waited for Mike to bring his car around. "I'm gonna take you to the hospital sweetie.

"NO! They took her!"

"I know honey but and I'm just as scared as you are, but your stitches are broken and you are bleeding. We need to get that taken care of."

"I just wanna go home. To the book." She looked up pleadingly.

"I know but one thing at a time. We can't help her until you are out of danger yourself."

"Miss Halliwell?"

She was brought out of her thoughts as she looked over at the doctor. How many times had she paced the small waiting room waiting for word on her sister? How many times had her heart skipped a beat when she thought of the one missing? "How is she?"

"She's fine. I re-stitched a small area where the original stitches had broken. She's getting dressed right now and should be out shortly. She is in a lot of pain right now, I suggest she go straight to bed when she gets home. I have refilled her prescription for her pain She is in ER 3 if you just go down the hall to your left you'll see her there."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She made her way quickly down the hall and found Phoebe gently trying to tuck her blood soaked shirt in over her stitches.

"Need some help?"

Phoebe looked up, "Just take me home." A single tear glisten in her eye as she nearly fell into the open arms of her sister.

"Ok, come on. Lets go see what we can find out." She held her sister tight knowing that she just needed to be held at that moment. To let her know that they were in this together and together they would find their sister.

The plane taxied down the runway with the entourage of that that accompanied a Prince of his stature in his country. He was the next king and was therefore treated now as if he was. His father had not been well lately, and he was now taking on more and more of what his father should be doing. And that was another reason his father had sent him to America. To find the one who will bare your future.

He had many wives, as his father had, but as of yet none had given him the son he desired. But he knew there was something special about this one. Not only the magic inside her that his servant had discovered, but also he had a feeling that she was the one to continue his family line.

He watched her as her beauty seemed to almost radiate from her. Her hair lying gracefully over her shoulders.

"She is beautiful your majesty."

"Yes she is. And so much more so then my other wives. There is something magical if not mystical about her."

"As I said. She is one of the blessed ones. You are taking a risk your majesty."

He glared at his servant standing quickly, he stepped towards him and swiped his back hand across his face, "You will not speak of it again. She is to be my wife and once she is what is hers, will become mine. And you will perform the ceremony as you have the others like her, that held the powers."

He looked up at his Prince and could see the rage in his eyes. What did he know of this woman's powers? He knew the power she had within her and he was not about to let the Prince have it. He had his own plans for the witch.

Her senses came to her slowly as the sounds around her started to echo into her mind. The low rumble of the jet engines, and the quiet voices. She tried to push back the fog that seemed to coat her mind as she recalled what had happened. She remembered seeing Phoebe go down from the kick to her side. She remembered seeing the blood oozing from her sisters shirt as she lay on the ground screaming in agony. Then nothing.

The inside of her mouth felt like wool as she moved her jaw around and ran her tongue over her teeth to get rid of it. She had only recalled a few times when she felt like that, and it was when she had been drinking too much at a party when she was in high school. "Phoebe." She finally whispered out, as she blinked the fog from her eyes and took in her surroundings.

"Sshhh its ok." The soft voice spoke to her as she felt the cool cloth on her forehead,

"Where's my sister? Where am I?" she asked as she pushed herself up from the chair.

"You are safe."

"That is not an answer. Now where is my sister and where am I? Where are you taking me?"

"It wll all be explained to you in time. For now you must keep quiet."

She looked up at the new voice in the cabin. She saw something in his eyes that she had only seen once before and it was in a warlock.

Phoebe had gone straight to her sisters' room in hopes of getting a premonition. She made her way around the room touching everything, as she ran her hand over the dresser and along her desktop. Through her closet, picking up a picture of the three of them she had sitting by her bedside.

"Anything?"

"Nothing." She fell on the bed in defeat. "Its like my power has abandoned me when I need it the most."

She sat beside her sister and wrapped her arms around her. Phoebe rested her head on her shoulder, though it wasn't to long before the youngest was falling to sleep in her arms as she laid her down on the bed and pulled the blanket over the two of them. Holding her tight, "We'll find her Phoebe. I promise." But it was one promise that she wasn't sure if she could keep.

She looked past the man who had spoken to her in the harsh tone and saw the face of a man she recognized.

"Jameer?"

"My beauty. You are a wake."

"You. What have you done? You can not just kidnap me against my will. We have laws in America against this."

"True. But we are not in America any more Prue. You are about to land in Dughia. And once we do you will become my wife."