Chapter 17: Eat Cake
These are stories that are untold to few but spoken to many
Downstairs in the kitchen Piper had begun to bake sweets. Anything that you can imagine. Anything that you can think of at the moment. All the high levels of stress of their disaster have prompted her to none other than bake. She was setting the timer to twenty minutes as she heard chewing behind her. She turned around greeted by the red hair Phoenix. Orcelle. There she stood hovering over all the delicious sweets, stuffing as many cookies she could in her mouth.
"Slow down," Piper said, turning around to place the last tray in the oven.
"Yummy," Orcelle managed to spit out before she continued chewing. Curious, Piper turned back around wanting to question her but before she could the Phoenix spoke again.
"You're wondering about Freya?" She asked.
"How did-"
Interrupted again, "I can read minds remember," the Phoenix answered.
"Oh right, Great," Piper said and the redhead laughed.
"Imagine how I feel…" Orcelle stated cutting into a chocolate cake that was on the table.
"Aren't you going to save any?" Piper questioned raising her brow.
"I've been dead for a decade. They'll get over it," Orcelle answered shrugging her shoulders.
"I can't believe-"
"Well believe it lady." Orcelle said with a pause making a folk appear in her hand and diving into the cake. She fixed her face in satisfaction. It had been too long. "Just like I remembered," she muttered under her breath.
"So….."
"Ah. Yes our dear Freya."
"Go on…."
"Well what do you want to know?"
"Well for starters. Why wouldn't she leave that awful prison when she had an opportunity to? From what Phoebe describes-"
"There are far worse things," Orcelle said looking up from her cake.
"Like what?"
"Z," the Phoenix simply replied.
"Who is this great Z,?"
"Well she's an Halliwell of course,"
"Most powerful?"
"Most corrupted," Orcelle answered, locking eyes with Piper.
"This family is formed from good magic,"
"Yes but Z as great as she was; did terrible things. Great but terrible…. " the Phoenix said as she took another bite of cake.
"Terrible things?"
"I'm sworn to secrecy," Orcelle replied shrugging her shoulders.
"By whom?" Piper shot as she folded her arms.
"By Wyatt of course."
"So my son has so much control over matters he is no longer involved in…"
"Wyatt is the eldest of the eldest Halliwells. The first of the originals. The first twice blessed. Part charmed part whitelighter blah blah blah; you know the rest, "
"Original?"
"Yes, the original Halliwells are normally the eldest from each line. Usually."
"Are you an original?"
"Yes."
"And what makes you an original?"
"Immorality,"
"What?"
"Any charmed child blessed with the divinity of immortality. We are a rare commodity. Now the chosen ones are not immortal,"
"The chosen ones?"
"You really know nothing,"
"Watch it,"
"No disrespect but just because you have God like powers doesn't make you an God nor immortal. That's what Z wanted so desperately."
"She wanted immorality?"
"Precisely and my dear aunty that is the most difficultest task of all," Orcelle said. "You know who saw her corruption first,"
"Who?"
"Your dear Freya."
"Not even you?"
"Well that's another story for another time," the Phoenix replied. "You know if anyone could get Freya to come home it would be you,"
"Me?"
"After all you are her mother," Orcelle said, digging her folk into the cake once again and grabbing another bite.
"Could you take me to this Oz?" Piper questioned.
"Why of course but…."
"But what?"
"You promise to protect me against that moon goddess daughter you have," Orcelle answered rolling her eyes. "I am simply lending a hand but your daughter will take it as me trying to stir the pot," she added smoothly.
"And why would she think that?"
"Your daughter has this preconceived notion that I play on people's emotions because I'm an empath-"
"Do you?" Piper asked raising her brow.
"More like this family plays on my abilities," Orcelle responded.
"You leave Melinda to me,"
"Oh goody, an adventure. Just like old times," the Phoenix said; stuffing more cake in her mouth.
To be continued…
