A Different Destiny: Season 4, "Charmed Again" - Teaser
In the darkened night of Halliwell manor candles flicker casting an eerie glow. There at the table sits Piper Halliwell, witch to the great Warren Legacy. The last few days since Shax's attack has been hard on the two living sisters. Time may have reversed itself, but it still cost her the life of her beloved sister.
"Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night, the oldest of Gods are invoked here, the great magic is sought." One of the candles to her right flickers as if it's about to extinguish. "In this night and in this hour, I call upon the ancient power. Bring back my sister, bring back the Power of Three." Piper chanted the spell with hopeful eyes, but as she looks around and doesn't see a change she realizes the spell hasn't worked. Determined she started flipping through the Book of Shadows and stops on the 'To Call A Lost Witch' spell. After combining various herbs and taking a deep breath Piper started to recite the new spell, "Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies, come to us who call you near, come to us and settle here." Piper took the athame with her right hand and began to cut her left palm. As the blood trickled down into the bowl below she began to chant, "Blood to blood I summon thee, Blood to blood return to me."
A harsh wind blew through the attic and again the candles flickered, however nothing happen. It seemed as though magic had failed the remaining Halliwell sisters. Piper held her face in her uncut hand as she softly cried for the loss of her sister.
"Piper? Piper are you there?" Called her sister.
She held up her head and sniffled before saying, "Phoebe?"
As she walked into the attic she could almost feel the waves of sorrow radiating from her sister. Her raven hair was tied in a loose ponytail and she walked wearing a cotton t-shirt and sleep pants with slippers. She knelt down to Piper and looked at her with sympathy and mourning across her face.
"Sweetie, it's four o'clock in the morning. What're you doing?" Prue asked her younger sister. She notices that Piper's bleeding and grabs a towel to clean her up. "You're bleeding Piper."
As Prue wrapped the towel around Piper's wounded hand she looked in her sister's eyes and noticed that they seemed empty, lacking the spark that they once held.
"I don't understand why magic can't fix this. Why we can't bring Phoebe back. It's not like we haven't cheated death before. I don't understand why this time isn't any different." Piper said harshly through tears.
Prue's face didn't falter. She knew that Piper was barely hanging on; she knew that she had to be strong for her sister, this was her job as the eld…older sister now. She had to remind herself of that fact. She was now the older sister, there was no elderst.
"Piper, we lost our sister. I don't know how we'll ever understand that, but I know that we'll survive it. We've tried every magical way possible to bring her back but we can't. She's gone." Prue stopped and quietly sniffled as she feels the wave of loss crush her. The two sisters fell into each other's arms and grieved once again. After a moment Prue cleared her throat and said, "I just thank God that I didn't lose you too. Now come on, we need to try and get some sleep. Phoebe would never forgive us if we look bad at her funeral."
Piper couldn't help but smile at the comment. She looked down at the Book of Shadows and closed it, knowing that this was the end of the magical road. She took Prue's hand and together the two sisters walked out of the attic. After they left a strong wind blew across the altar table and the Book of Shadows opened by and unseen hand. The pages of the book flipped wildly until it stopped to rest of the 'To Call A Lost Witch' spell.
The next morning across town at the South Bay Social Services office there place is busy with the usual office commotion. In the middle cubical a young woman in her mid twenties sat twirling her hair. Her raven hair was a stunning complement to her porcelain skin. As she clicked her mouse again she lifted her head and said, "Printing!" Shortly after she felt a chill as a mysterious wind blew out the candle she had lit on her desk. She looked up confused but quickly dismissed it.
As she got up from her desk and went to the printer she thought she heard a jingling sound, almost like wind chimes. Before she could look around to investigate she saw a news paper fall to the ground. It was as if someone had tossed it from a high window and the newspaper fell gracefully to her feet. She picked it up and saw the bold headline of, 'Phoebe Halliwell, 1977 – 2001, Service to be held at 11am. Beloved sister with a great gift for helping people'.
"Paige did you find that study yet?" A large black man said to the woman who stood there glaring at the obituary page. "Paige, did you hear me?"
Distracted Paige says, "Yeah, it's in the printer. I'm sorry I've got to go." With that she grabbed her purse and jacket then headed out the door.
"What do you mean go? Paige! Paige! Hey Paige!" The man calls out thoroughly confused.
