As they finally reached the hut, the long day started to catch up with all three of them. Setting her baby sister down on the bed, Prue and Piper each took separate sides, leaning against the cot holding her hands, and soon, they were all fast asleep, unaware of the silent figures watching them from outside.

By the feeble light of his home made candles, Taylor was able to see that her sisters had managed to bring her back safely, but that they were all in need of some first aid. The older two were almost as sunburnt as the youngest, and even from here he could see the lighter haired one had a badly swollen wrist, sprained if not broken, he thought, making a list of supplies to bring them. The dark haired one had been limping, and he had seen the drops of blood on the trail back.

Watching as the lone living mortal left, the spirits advanced on the hut, feeling the magical energy emanating from the sleeping trio. They were stopped at the doorway; not able to enter the man made dwelling, yet drawn to it as a moth to an open flame, hungry for the bright energy within. Sending out a tendril of energy, the 'leader' touched upon their thoughts, looking for the one thing that could be used against them, allowing the energy to combine with theirs.

For countless years they had lived on this island, each one landing here and dying, feeding the ever-increasing host of spirits. The only time they had ever felt fear was when a young man had arrived, carrying the same feel of magic as these three did, and he had been able to inflict pain on them, something they had never felt before. He too had finally died, and when he did, the hunger they had always felt was gone, his magic replacing it.

Knowing what they might be able to do to them, they still yearned for the spark they carried, and the only way they would get it, was if they died. Touching their thoughts, they drew out their deepest fears, using their own worst nightmares against them. The spirits watched as the slumbering forms started to twitch caught up in the dream, unable to awaken.

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Phoebe found herself confronted yet again by the horrible sight of her sisters, but this time they were not standing there silently, this time they were angry.

"Phoebe!" Prue said, advancing with her arms out, trying to grab her, "why did you leave us there?"

"You left us to die!." Piper said.

"NOO!" Phoebe cried, trying to back away, "I couldn't get to you. I tried!"

"You didn't try hard enough, we are dead because of you!" Piper said, grabbing her arm, drawing her towards them. The cold clammy skin of her hand left a burning sensation where it touched Phoebe. Trying to pull free, tears streaming down her face, Phoebe was pulled closer and closer to the waters edge. "Look into the water, see how we died!" she was ordered.

No matter how hard she tried, Phoebe was unable to look away, as she once again saw the sailboat starting to sink, but this time, she was shown the inside of the cabin, as the roof fell down upon them, trapping them, and the water started to rush in.

She could see the fear on their faces, as Piper tried to lift her head from the water, and as Prue tried to hold her breath, the water cover them both, dragging them both down towards the ocean floor. Their eye's staring up, watching as the surface of the water faded from view. Then they started to thrash, needing to breath, but finding no air, only the water that was filling their lungs, the struggle ended as each one died, hanging lifeless in the current at the bottom of the sea.

Her heart raced, as the scene started once again to play out, helpless to stop it.

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Piper found herself sitting in a seat, but it was not the comfortable seat of her jeep, it was the multi colored seat of an airplane. Gripping the armrests, her white knuckled hands left a slight indent in the hard surface, as she looked around for someone, anyone else, but the huge plane was empty.

Glancing out the window, she saw the clouds passing by, the wispy softness appearing to be solid, as she struggled to undo the seatbelt that was holding her in place. With a click, it opened, allowing her to stand; she made her way towards the front of the jumbo jet, searching for the people who should be there.

The plane lurched, sending her crashing into the row of seats beside her, and then, to her horror, she could feel it as it started to descend, but it was not going down, as it should, as the engine suddenly went quiet. Looking up, she saw the door to the cockpit open, as a man stepped out. Tossing a smile her way, he reached out and pulled the handle on the emergency exit, stepping out into the whistling air and disappeared.

As the plane started to shake and shimmy, plunging towards the earth below, the yellow cups of the oxygen masks dropped down, spinning wildly in the windswept cabin. Her body trembeling, she slowly made her way forward, holding onto the seats to stay on her feet. Making it to the open door of the cockpit, her eye's grew wide as she looked at the damaged controls and then out the window, she saw the ground, rushing up at her, with no way to stop the huge planes free-fall, she screamed.

Opening her eyes, she found she was once again siting in the plane.

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Prue found herself walking along a beautiful beach, the water lapping gently upon the shore. Looking out over the calm water, she noticed something washed upon the sand, and, as she approached it, she started to cry. There, looking like she had the day she had died, was her mother.

She was not alone, though, for there beside her, face down in the sand was another body, one she recognized all to well. Reaching out a trembling hand, she gently rolled the body over, not wanting to see, but at the same time to afraid not to.

As the body rolled over, the face of her younger sister came into view; the brown eyes open, starring off into eternity. Crying out, she brushed the hair back from Pipers face, laying her hand on the cold skin, she wept, for her sister, her mother, and herself.

Feeling something brush against her leg, she looked down, and the despair she had been feeling turned to terror, for there, and all around her, the body's of all her family, friends, and lovers started to wash up on the shore, each one dead, drowned like her mother and sister.

Stumbling from one to another, she searched desperately for any sign of life, but there was none. Phoebe, Leo, Darryl, Andy, and so many others, dead, and she could do nothing to help them. She had failed in her role as the protector, allowed them to die. Rushing blindly away, she did not see the cliff in front of her, and as she fell off the edge, she saw the water below, knowing that she would now share the same fate as the rest.

Standing up, she found herself back on the beach.

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For what seemed like hours they stood there, feeding off the fear the three gave off, each one growing weaker and weaker as the dreams repeated endlessly. Soon, the first would be too weak to resist them, and then they could will her to leave the safety of the hut, sending her to her death.

They had not counted on her strength of will.

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Going back to his other hut, he started to mix the last of the few precious ingredient he had left to make one more batch of the remedy, hoping it would be enough. He returned to the hut, leaving a small package of medical supplies, intending to check and see how they were all doing. In the early morning light, he could just make out forms, standing all around the dwelling, and knowing what was happening, he sat down, holding his head in his hands, he was to late, the spirits had managed to get to them.

Sensing the humans return, the spirits were forced to withdraw, releasing their hold on the three young witches, allowing them to react to their surroundings. Screams shattered the silence as the ghosts left, causing him to rush forward, he stopped in the doorway, just looking at the sight before him as the older two tried to calm the younger one.

"Get away from me!" she screamed, swinging out at them, knocking the black haired one back, she tried to run. "You are not my sisters!"

"Phoebe! Listen to us, please!" Piper cried, as her baby sister rushed out the door and into the awakening jungle.