AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi everyone. It's been a while but I finally got back to the story after taking a break (very long one). I hope it doesn't seem to rushed but finally Prue's secret is surfaced and the consequences are far much worse than expected. I hope you enjoy this storyline as much as I enjoyed writing. I would REALLY greatly appreciate critiques and comments. I really would love to read what you guys think of it. Thanks. Dee.


Dora stood at one side of the circle table her students were crowded around. She had a silver mortar in the center of the table, surrounded by herbs. It was her spell casting class and she was teaching her students the right way to mix ingredients.

"Now for this spell you need a yarrow root, a sprig of cypress, and a pinch of rosemary," she said, holding the ingredients in hand. Her students furiously scribbled after her. Dora skillfully threw in the yarrow root and a sprig of cypress. She picked up a leaf of rosemary when she stopped and looked at it, remembering the disappearance of her own rosemary.

"Rosemary," she whispered to herself. Brett, who was among the students, looked up at her.

"What?" he questioned. Her eyes were locked on the rosemary. She dropped the entire needle-like leaf into the bowl. The smoke that had already formed from the previous ingredients increased and a red fire exploded out of the bowl. The students, along with Dora, flew back and hit the ground. She coughed and waved the smoke out of her face.

"Is everyone okay?" she asked in panic. She was answered by several nods or "yeahs".

"Okay, that was an example of what not to do. I used an entire leaf, whereas I should have just used a pinch of rosemary," she covered herself up. The students helped themselves up and nodded. The door barged open. A woman wearing the school's official uniform, a long black robe, ran in.

"Is everybody okay? I heard a 'boom'."

Dora nodded. "I'm sorry. There was an accident with rosemary, nothing to worry about."

The teacher nodded and threw both her hands in the air, her index fingers pointing towards the room. The smoke evaporated at record speed and the room cleared. Dora smiled.

"Thank you."

The teacher nodded again and left the room. Dora sighed and looked at the clock. There was still about twenty minutes of class left. She knew there was no way she could concentrate now.

"Okay, guys. Let's call it a day. Take the rest of the time to do your homework or just talk quietly."

The room filled with excitement as students broke into their own cliques and pulled their desks closer together. The room soon filled with hushed chatter and laughter. Dora sat at her desk, thinking. She had to find Gabriel.

The class came to a quick finish and she ran out of the room. She rushed through several rooms before she found Gabriel in the lobby of the school.

"Gabriel," she ran to him. He looked at up at her in surprise.

"Dora, is everything alright?"

She sat opposite him. "The spell in the book. What are the ingredients?"

He motioned his hands down. "The one that was ripped out?"

"Yes!" she practically screamed. She looked at him attentively.

"I don't exactly remember," he looked apologetically as her face fell. He sighed. "I remember some angelica, rosemary, peppermint leaf…"

She cut him off by bouncing up. "Thanks Gabe." She ran off and left him with his mouth wide open. She made her way to her classroom and sat down. She thought in the silence.

My rosemary was missing from my room and it's an ingredient for the spell that's been stolen from the book. There has to be a connection.


October 6

"Hey!" Helen yelled as she spotted a woman struggling to escape from a man's grip. He dropped her as he jumped from her scream. She ran past Helen and knocked her down. Helen yelped as she fell to the ground. The man approached her and a fireball formed in the palm of his hand. Her eyes widened. He suddenly screamed as he was flown into a pile of garbage. Chris leaned over his cousin and helped her up. They ran to the demon as he got up. He looked at his odds and quickly shimmered away.

"Damn," Helen said in aggravation. They turned around and headed back to her car.

"How did you find this guy?" Chris questioned on her latest demonic find.

"Well, you know me. I have nothing to do so I scryed for evil in the area."

He shook his head. "Are you insane? Do you know how much evil lurks around this city?"

She shrugged. "We saved that woman's life. That's all that matters. Let's get to the Manor and look at the book; I think we can find the demon."

The demon shimmered in before Zotar.

"I think we may be in trouble," the demon spoke.

Zotar's eyes opened. He breathed out. "Xyler, how many times have I told you to be careful?"

Xyler looked down and rubbed his hairless head. "I know."

"Who caught you?"

"Helen and Chris Halliwell," he managed out. Zotar's eyes widened.

"What?" he yelled out in anger. He threw two fireballs furiously at the wall. Sparks flew and Xyler kneeled down, covering his head.

"We have to attack now," Zotar declared.

"Today?" Xyler questioned.

"It's either today or never. The witches will scry for you and come looking for us."

Xyler nodded.

Zotar thought for a moment. "This actually might not be bad. Today is the middle child's anniversary with the Cupid. They'll be out all day. We can get Prue to bind her powers into the ring, while we cause distractions in the Halliwell home."

"Then we need to find the demon of astral projection," Xyler said.

Zotar nodded. "Luminus. And luckily, I know exactly where to find him." He grabbed Xyler's shirt and they both flamed out.


Prue sat on the carpeted floor of her large living room. The room smelled of fresh flowers and if the room got too quiet, noises would echo because of the high ceiling. She leaned against the couch, in between the coffee table. She heard footsteps approach her and she got up.

"Mom, you look great," she said happily as she saw her mother, dressed in a beautiful Kay Unger New York dress. Phoebe's face lit up. Coop crept up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning down to rest his head around her neck. She yelped joyfully at the surprise. Prue smiled.

"Okay honey, we'll be home late. Do not stay up," Phoebe instructed. Coop smiled and led her out the door.

"Bye sweetheart," he called out to his youngest. She waved and sat back on the comfortable floor, continuing her homework. A cold gust of wind rushed past her face. She shook her head swiftly and looked at the high windows, both closed and covered by the blinds. She blinked and in that millisecond, a transparent demon appeared beside her in a white fog.

"Today's the day," he whispered. She turned her head towards the soft voice she heard. She looked to her side cautiously. She shrugged it off and continued writing.

He reappeared. "Do it." She looked up, her eyebrows knitting together. The demon smiled and disappeared. Her eyes stayed glued on an empty spot on the wall. She suddenly stood up, running up to her room and reaching under her bed. She fingered the petite box and opened it. The same items greeted her. Herbs, vials, and a small paper, containing the spell. She grabbed the ingredients and the spell and shoved the box under her bed. Prue ran out of the room, not noticing an empty vial roll from under her bed and hit against her dresser.


"I found him," Helen excitedly said, stopping at a page in the legendary Book of Shadows. Chris turned to her and walked over. She pointed to the page, which had a picture of the demon they encountered.

"Xyler," Chris read. " 'Xyler's abilities include throwing fireballs, an upper level strength. He is highly dangerous, killing countless lives of witches and innocents.' "

"There's a vanquishing spell and potion," Helen said.

Chris nodded. "Let's get started."

Xyler suddenly shimmered in. "Surprise."

Helen and Chris glanced up from the book, their eyes widened. He aimed a fireball at them. It hit Helen on the shoulder and she flew back into the window of the attic, breaking the glass. She fell to the ground of the attic as the glass shattered around her. Chris yelled out her name in panic. He spotted an athame on the table and used his telekinesis, flying it into the demon's chest. He jumped backward, not affected by the attempt. Chris ran over to Helen and shook her. He noticed the blood coming out of her mouth and quickly orbed them out. He arrived in Magic School where he rested her on the couch.

"Wyatt!" he yelled out. His older brother orbed in within seconds.

Chris motioned towards Helen. Wyatt hurriedly rushed to her side and hovered his hands over her. A soft glowing light appeared from his palm and blood started to return to her body. She blinked her eyes. Chris stopped pacing and helped her to her feet.

"Are you okay?"

She rubbed her forehead. "Massive headache. What happened?"

"The demon. Xyler, he shimmered in and blasted you. You're lucky you didn't fall out the window, the glass broke all around you."

Wyatt stood up from his crouched position. "What's going on, what demon?"

"His name is Xyler," Helen explained. "We fought him off an innocent this morning and now he's after us."

"Well, he can't get in here so we're fine for now," Wyatt commented.

Chris thought for a moment. "No, we're not. He's in the house. I orbed out as quickly as possible to save Helen. I threw an athame at him but he didn't seem to be affect..."

He abruptly orbed away. Helen glanced at Wyatt and he placed his hand on her shoulder, channeling and following his brother's orb to the Manor. Chris examined the room. The demon was nowhere in sight, but the damage he left remained.

"This is just weird, I mean, he shimmers in and hurts Helen, and what, that's it? He obviously has to know that she'd be fine, because we healed her," Chris said, in a confused look.

"Is there a vanquishing spell in the book?" Wyatt questioned. Helen nodded.

"A potion too. We were going to start to work on it, but he shimmered in."

"Then it's probably best to make the potion in Magic School so we're safe. He didn't attack anyone else in the family, right?" Wyatt asked.

Chris shook his head. "Just us."

Wyatt nodded. "Okay, just in case, I'm going to call Junior and he'll alert everyone." He orbed out in blue sparkling colors. Helen scribbled the ingredients and the spell down and Chris grabbed her arm, orbing them to the safety of Magic School.

Xyler shimmered in the moment they disappeared, followed by the flames of Zotar.

"What do we do now? It's my demise waiting to happen," Xyler yelled at Zotar.

"Not to worry. They don't about me yet. When they try to throw the potion at you, I will deflect it with my powers. And the spell won't do much without the potion," he walked over cautiously to the Book of Shadows, raising his hands over it. He longed to be able to get his hands on the book. "Besides, according to this inscription, it takes several hours for the potion to be fully affective and if Luminus did his job right, we won't have to worry about being vanquished."

Xyler nodded, convinced, yet his fists were still clenched.


Prue crept up the outside stairs of the old building and sneaked in through the dirty window. She arrived at a dark room, filled with beige blankets covering numerous objects. She walked to the center of the room and uncovered one of the blankets in one swift movement. Under the blanket a table was reveal along with several sitting pillows. She grabbed one and sat comfortably on it, resting her herbs and vials on the table. The table contained a mortar and a grinder. She looked darkly at the ring, expertly taking it off and throwing it into the mortar, getting ready to change her future.


Dora teleported into her house, arriving in the hallway that led to her room. She tossed her bag on the bed and knocked on her sister's bedroom door. When she heard no response, she opened it carefully and flipped on the lights. The room lit up with a familiar soft glow. She grunted and stepped deeper into the room. Realizing her sister wasn't in there, she turned to leave. Hearing something rattling behind her, she swiftly turned around. The empty vial slid between her feet and she picked it up curiously. She looked at the spot where she picked it up and her eyes trailed to the bed. The bedspread hung loosely on the ground. She bent down on her knees and reached under the bed. She felt something hard hit her fingers and she threw the bedspread onto the bed, revealing the space under the bed. Dora retrieved the box and fingered it, afraid to open it. She sighed and sat on the bed. A soft melody rang from her pocket. She put the box down on the bed and quickly shuffled through her pockets, looking for her phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dora, we got a problem," her cousin answered back. He frantically rambled about a demon on the loose and how Chris and Helen were working on a potion at Magic School. Dora listened intently and started to tune out half of his ramblings. From habit, she fumbled with the box and opened it. Not much remained except for several vials. She frowned and was about to close it when her eye caught something at the bottom. She picked up a small green leaf in between her index finger and thumb. Her eyes widened.

"Um, Junior. I have to go," she interrupted, and hung up, despite his objections. She rotated the green leaf and confirmed her suspicions.

"Rosemary," she whispered out loud.

She ran out of the room and paced back and forth, gripping the leftover rosemary tightly. She grabbed her car keys from her room and ran to her garage. She had to get Mom.


Helen tossed in a pig's foot, pinching her nose closed. It flopped into the big pot. Chris paced back and forth, while Wyatt helped Helen with the correct ingredients.

"We're almost done, just one more thing," Helen said, tossing in the last ingredient. She was greeted with a loud "boom". She smiled triumphantly. Chris turned his head toward her.

"Done?"

Helen nodded. She took a large eyedropper and poured the potion into several vials.

"I wrote a summoning spell, but we have to work fast. When we orb back home, we need to get to the Book right away to find the vanquishing spell," Chris explained. Wyatt nodded and grabbed one vial, handing three other to Helen.

"Ready?" he questioned.

Helen nodded. They orbed away to the Manor. Helen cautiously looked around the broken attic. Wyatt ran to the Book and frantically flipped through the pages. Within seconds, he shouted.

"Found it!"

"Finally," a voice came from behind the door. Chris looked up, facing Xyler. Time seemed to slow down as Helen forcefully tossed the potion at his feet. Instead of falling, it exploded midair as Zotar flamed in front of Xyler. Helen's eyes widened and she quickly threw the other two she had at him. He deflected them, aiming towards Helen. Chris jumped to her and pushed her out of the corner, both of them crashing on the debris. The potions hit the wall. Wyatt quickly chanted the spell as Zotar prepared a fireball. Xyler looked to his left, noticing an athame on the ground. He quietly picked it up and stuck it in Zotar's back. Zotar's fireball died down as he winced. Wyatt abruptly stopped, shocked. He threw his only potion at Zotar and Xyler quickly shimmered away. Zotar fell to the ground, not dead but definitely wounded.

"Wyatt!" Chris yelled. He turned to look at his brother and nodded, sharing a look.

Wyatt expertly waved his hands in front of himself, his palms toward Zotar. A wave of red fire blasted towards the demon. He screamed as his face seemed to melt into the ground. Ashes replaced his outline on the floor. Helen walked over to the ashes and fingered the dust, which quickly disappeared from her hands.

"That was…"

"Out of the ordinary," Chris finished.

"But not the first time," Wyatt commented. He began picking up debris around the attic. The windows were still broken in pieces, a soft breeze entering the room.

Helen chanted her mother's overused spell.

"Let the object of objection

Become but a dream

As I cause this scene

To be Unseen."

The debris swiftly and magically repaired itself. Wyatt stopped cleaning.

"Let's just hope the neighbors didn't see the windows earlier," Helen commented.

"Technically, we still have a demon to catch. It's good we got that other guy, but obviously Xyler wanted him dead," Chris said.

"Possibly to take over a higher mission?" Wyatt suggested.

Helen folded her arms and glanced at Chris, who shrugged.


Xyler shimmered in before several of his demons.

"Where is Zotar?" one demanded.

"Gone," Xyler responded with force. "You bow before me now."

The demons exchanged glances and slowly kneeled on one leg.


Dora pushed the door of the restaurant open. She accidentally hit a man on the way in.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled and rushed to the front desk.

"Can you please tell me where the Halliwells are seated," she asked anxiously. The hostess looked down and back up.

"And who's asking?" she asked rudely.

"Her daughter," Dora rudely responded. The hostess nodded and waved her hand over as Dora followed her to her parent's table. She spotted her mom and dad quietly talking and laughing. She hesitated before she approached them, but only for a second. She stopped the hostess in her steps.

"Thank you," she said firmly, waiting for her to leave. She turned on her heels and walked away, leaving Dora alone. She quickly ran to her parent's table.

Coop looked up surprised. "Ladybug?"

Phoebe looked at her daughter, in concern. "Pandora? What's going on?"

Dora spoke in a hushed voice. "It's Prue. I think she's about to make a huge mistake."

Phoebe glanced at Coop and he stood up, waving to their waiter.

"We need a check right now. Just here," he reached into his wallet, taking out a credit card. "Please hurry, we're in a rush."

Phoebe ran to the coat room and rushed out with Coop's coat, while trying to swing hers on. The waiter handed Coop his card back. He thanked him and grabbed his coat, rushing out with his family. Once they were out the door and headed towards their cars, Phoebe questioned her frantic daughter.

"What's wrong Dora?"

"I think that Prue might be binding her powers," Dora said.

Phoebe's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"That's not even the worst of it. She's binding it into an object, meaning that whoever gets this object, gets her powers," Dora explained.

Coop shook his head. "I don't understand, how do you know all this?"

"It's a long story. I would explain, but we're in different cars."

Phoebe thought for a moment. "Call Wyatt. Get him to orb over here and take your car home, and you drive with us."

Dora nodded, calling her cousin. He orbed in within short minutes, looking a little scattered. Phoebe shoved Dora's car keys at him. She told him to take it home, no time for questions. He nodded and ran to her car. Dora followed her parents into their car. Coop started the car.

"Do you have any idea where she could be?"

Dora shook her head. "She's not at home."

"Drive to Max's," Phoebe instructed. Coop nodded, driving out of the parking lot as fast as he could.

Dora started explaining her train of thoughts, leading back to when her rosemary disappeared to when Gabriel told her about the missing spell.

Phoebe shook her head. "This is all my fault. She kept telling me and telling me that she couldn't handle it. It was getting in the way of her life, I should have listened. I should have helped."

"No," Coop said forcefully. "This is not your fault. She's young. It's difficult for her."

The rest of the ride remained silent. They finally turned onto Max's street. Phoebe and Dora ran out of the car and rang his door.

"Come on, come on," Dora mumbled to herself.

Max appeared at the door and unlocked it. "Mrs. Halliwell?"

"Max, do you know where Prue is tonight?"

He shook his head. "No, I thought she was at home?" He glanced at Dora, who looked helplessly at her mother. "Is everything okay?"

"No," Dora said suddenly. "Listen to me carefully Max. Prue might be in trouble and you have to tell us, right now. Is there any place you could think of that she could go to? Somewhere private? Anything?"

Max looked bewilderingly at her. "Umm, well, there is this old warehouse we go to sometimes. It's really quiet; we just like hanging out there."

Phoebe looked at Dora, nodding. "What's the address?"

"It's huge, on 25th Street, really hard to miss," he answered. Dora turned on her heels and almost ran off. Max grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Please tell me what's going on. If she's in danger, I need to know."

Phoebe sighed. "We don't have time for this. I'm sorry Max, we really need to go."

He disappeared behind the door and emerged seconds later, swinging his coat on.

Phoebe stopped him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going with you," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Dora shook her head. "No, no. You can't. Just stay here. We'll call you when we find her."

"No," he said firmly. "I am so sick of all these secrets. Something is always going on under my nose and if you don't tell me now, it's only time before I find out on my own."

Phoebe and Dora exchanged looks.

"We can't," Dora squeaked out.

Phoebe shook her head weakly. "We don't have time to think about whether she'd hate us or not. As long as she's alive, that's all I care about."

Dora swallowed. "Max, what we're about to tell you. If it ever leaves your lips, I swear…" She didn't finish, giving him a look. He nodded.

They quickly headed down the steps of his porch and jumped into the car. Coop glanced at Max and back at Phoebe. She shook her head at him.

"25th Street," she said. He nodded.

"Prue will have a fit, but obviously you don't take 'no' for an answer."

Coop glanced at his rearview mirror and locked eyes with Max. He gave him a stern father look. Max averted his eyes and look nervously at Dora.

"Are you spies or something?" he uneasily asked her.

She scoffed, shaking her head. "We're witches."

Phoebe winced, waiting for an explosion of appall.

"Huh," was all he said, thinking for a moment. Phoebe turned all the way around in her seat, and looked at him.

"Strangely enough, I am really not surprised," he said after a while.

"Listen, Max. You understand that we would never tell anybody this secret unless somebody's life was in danger. We just really hoped it wouldn't be Prue's," Phoebe explained.

Dora explained Prue's situation. He remained quiet.

She waited for a response.

"Okay," he said quietly. "I don't get everything right now. All I know is that I'll do whatever it takes to help her. In this day and age, anything is possible. And I believe that you wouldn't just make something up like this. Let's get her home safe and then I'll have some time to blow off this steam. I know you guys are just waiting for me to explode."

Dora nodded, half-smiling. "She sure knows how to pick 'em."

They approached a big, empty building.

"That's it," Max whispered. Coop parked the car anywhere and they rushed to the building.

"There's an entrance to the left. A stairway leading up to the room we usually go to," Max informed. Dora nodded.

Coop ignored his words and kicked the rusty door. It flung open. They ran in.


Prue threw in the rosemary. She felt a surge of energy inside of her burst. She fell backward as white glowing orbs flew out of her body. She gasped as they flew into the mortar. The glows died down. She brought herself up to her knees and looked inside the bowl. The ring lay lifelessly in the mortar. She fingered it, picking it up. It gleamed in the candle light. She got up to her feet and closed her eyes, trying to levitate. She peeked one eye open. Her feet remained on the solid ground. A wave of pure panic passed through her. Her heart started beating faster and she panted, as though she had just run several miles. She felt her face becoming warmer.

"What have I done?" she asked herself out loud, her voice trembling. She sorted through her things, locating the spell. She turned it over and back over again, looking for any way to reverse it. She ripped the paper into pieces, putting her head on her arms. She felt a blistering tear drop on her hand. All of her feelings of not wanting her powers slowly drifted away. She came to the realization that it had been a trick. Somebody planned the whole thing from the beginning. The ring, the doubts. A demon. She panicked. She grabbed the ring and put it on her finger. She felt an energy rush and her familiar powers. A demon shimmered in behind her. She saw the candle light flicker and a shadow appear behind her. Her eyebrows knitted together as she slowly turned around. Her face twisted to agony. She tried to run, but he grabbed her, revealing an athame under her neck. Her breaths came in short. Several demons shimmered in before her, until Xyler shimmered in front of her. She tried to fight back, but the athame cut closer to her neck. She stopped struggling as Xyler took her hand and yanked the ring right off her finger.

"Please," she said in a stifled voice. Xyler smiled. He still held the ring in his palm and leaned in closer.

"You're a really obedient witch," he said, smiling. "Killing you should be easy."

Her breathing came faster as tears fell from her eyes.


Max ran up the steps, followed by a frantic Dora, Phoebe, and Coop. Max pointed to the door.

"This is it," he said. Coop pushed everyone aside and pushed the door open. He saw Prue on one side of the room, surrounded by demons.

"Prue!" Phoebe yelled, spotting her daughter. The demons turned towards her. Coop stopped her. He nodded his head towards the athame. Phoebe stopped in fear of losing her daughter. Dora counted the demons. They outnumbered them.

"Max, get out of here now," she quietly said. "There are more of them than us, and you have no way of protecting yourself."

"I'm staying here," he said firmly. Dora angrily glared at him.

She swiftly took her hand out of her pocket and placed her hand on his shoulder, using her teleportation power to transfer him back to the car. Before he had a chance to object, he was gone. He appeared in the dark car. He groaned and was about to run back up when felt something in his jacket pocket. He reached in and found a cell phone. His eyebrows knit together and he opened it.

"Welcome Dora," it read. He thought for a moment and quickly dialed Prue's other sister.

The demons slowly stepped closer to them. Phoebe stayed glued by Coop. Dora glanced at Prue, whose eyes were full of fear. She looked at the demon in front of her. His hand held a silver ring. Dora breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the jingling of orbs. She thought for the best way to start the attack. Two demons were closing in on Phoebe and Coop, but they were well protected. At any moment, they could teleport out of there. A demon was closing in on Dora. She couldn't think of any way to attack the demon without threatening Prue's life. She did the only thing that popped in her mind.

"Now!" she yelled. Xyler turned around, shocked by the loud outburst. Blind orbs filled the room. Chris and Wyatt appeared side by side, throwing numerous potions at the demons surrounding the room. Phoebe and Coop covered their heads as the demons exploded. Prue pushed her elbow back as hard as she could. The demon behind her only flinched but long enough for her to escape. His grip had loosened and she ran under the demon's grip, trying to reach for Dora. Xyler turned to her quickly and grabbed her. She screamed.

"No!" Phoebe yelled, running towards her. The demon had regained himself and threw a fireball towards Phoebe.

"Fireball!" Wyatt yelled, telekinetically orbing it back towards him. He exploded in flames. Xyler shimmered the athame into his hand and directed it toward Prue.

"One more movement and I swear you will see your daughter torn to pieces," he said. Phoebe stopped, pain ripped across her face. They were in the same place they had been only minutes earlier. Xyler took charge of his control and started moving to the opposite side of the room, away from them. White orbs appeared behind him, enveloping the outline of Helen's body. She quietly appeared with a red potion. She noticed the stricken faces of Dora and Phoebe. The athame sparkled. Helen threw the potion at his feet. He screamed, his feet shaking. The athame dropped from his hand, and Prue fell to the ground. Phoebe and Coop ran to her, picking her up. Chris orbed the athame to his hands. Helen started chanting the spell. Wyatt revealed a slip of paper and started chanting along with her. Xyler fell to his knees, his feet turning a red shade. The ring slipped out of his hand unnoticeably, rolling into a hidden corner of the room. It spun behind a cloth covered box. Helen and Wyatt finished chanting. A bright red light exploded in front of them. Helen flew backwards, pushed into the box, which jammed into the wall. The ring jammed behind the box, securing a locked spot. Wyatt and Chris ran to her. The door of the room burst open. Penelope ran in, followed by Max. Phoebe and Coop were embraced in a hug with Prue. Tears slipped down her eyes. Dora rushed to Penny. They walked over together and kneeled down. Dora placed a hand on Prue's shoulder.

"Mom, dad," she choked out. "I…I, am so sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know."

"It's okay, it's okay," he repeated. "It's all okay now."

Prue pulled away from their hugs and shook her head, tears soaking the ends of her hair. "I lost it. I lost my powers. They're gone."

Phoebe stared at her daughter's broken face and shook her head. "It's okay. It's okay."

Helen, Chris, and Wyatt walked over behind Dora and Penelope. They exchanged glances with one another.

"Are you sure it's gone?" Dora asked her younger sister. She nodded.

"I said the spell. And the powers went in the ring. The demon. He had the ring before he got vanquished. And I think when he got vanquished, the ring did too," Prue managed.

Phoebe looked at Coop. He glanced at Prue.

"Let's get you home," he lifted her up and carried her out of the door. Dora and Penelope stood up. Phoebe slowly made her way up. She looked at her two daughters and shook her head. Phoebe followed Coop out of the door. Wyatt looked at Max.

"I'll take you home," he said. Max nodded and Wyatt orbed them out of the building. Helen stood next to Chris and sighed.

"We better get out of here before anybody notices something," she said. Chris nodded and took her hand, blue orbs enveloping their bodies. Dora and Penelope stood side by side, numbly.

"This is really bad," Penelope finally said. "You really think it could be gone?"

Dora nodded. "As much as I don't want to admit it, I saw it in his hand. And it was gone when he was gone."

"Dora," Penelope whispered.

Dora nodded again. "I know."

Silence filled the room.

"I'm scared too."