*In the territory of Woodlands Cave, in Xehiyekaz*
The giant hawk looked down on the two cats.
The orange jungle jaguar said in felinetalk, "Welcome to Woodlands Cave territory. Thank you for coming on such short notice, Hawksong."
"Blessed be, Three-Claw. Woodlands is a short flight away from Wildwinds. It was nothing, just a short flight in quick fly mode. I see my sister is with you, Three-Claw. Blessed be, Shadowcat," replied Hawksong in aviantalk, glad to be near Shadowcat.
Shadowcat purred and ran to Hawksong's feathered side, rubbing her head against Hawksong's feathers. She sat on her haunches and said, "Blessed be, Hawksong. I have wonderful news."
Hawksong, always the curious one, flapped her wings and said, "Well, then tell me, Shadow!"
"Very well. Recall you our birth-father?"
"Him? That old windbag? All too well. Remember, I was born before you, sister."
"Tch. So you were. Anyway, recent news have come to us, courtesy of a friend of Sunfire Flamebringer's. Our father not only sired us, he also sired, before us, three others. Our half-sisters."
Hawksong stood there, gaping. She then snapped her beak shut and flapped her wings wildly. "WHAT?!?!?!?!?" she screeched very, very loudly.
*Back at the Halliwell Manor, two days later*
Phoebe sat on her windowsill and looked out into the night. She had trouble sleeping around this time. It was strange. Once a month, she would never be able to sleep, or if she did, the strange dream always came. It had nothing to do with her monthly cycles, she'd checked that option out a long time ago. Suddenly, for some weird reason, she felt the urge to look at the moon, so she did. It was full and very bright. Phoebe felt drawn to the moon. She stared at the moon. She felt herself lifting out of her body, flying to the moon. She was so close...the brightness enveloped her and suddenly, she was flying through the air, looking down on a lush jungle somewhere in the world......
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. It was the alarm clock going off.
Phoebe woke up and instantly moaned. She was stiff all over. She thought, 'No wonder I'm so stiff. I fell asleep here at the windowsill, looking at the full moon..' she gasped, 'Full moon! The dreams had always come at full moon! How did I not notice that?!'
*Somewhere in the shimmering ether of the Realm of Time*
A lone figure stood beside a Wall of Reality and sighed. Cole Turner looked down into the Wall and watched Phoebe gasp. 'She must have realized something,' he thought, 'To gasp that hard. I wish I could be there to help her. Damn it all to hell!'
He sighed again, thinking of his three options. The first option was the best, but if he was caught... either by the Charmed Ones or by another demon or warlock... he'd be dead. Then again, approaching the Charmed Ones directly... Phoebe might allow him back, and with some persuation, Piper may as well, but Prue? First, she'd TK him into several walls, then slam him to the floor. Second, she'd get Piper to freeze him and then yell at him for a few minutes. THEN, she'd vanquish him. The third option was a last resort only - it involved quite a bit of risk. If the Ones Above didn't take to him, well, Cole would have all of his life to regret it - all five seconds of it.
"Damn it all to hell!" shouted Cole.
The giant hawk looked down on the two cats.
The orange jungle jaguar said in felinetalk, "Welcome to Woodlands Cave territory. Thank you for coming on such short notice, Hawksong."
"Blessed be, Three-Claw. Woodlands is a short flight away from Wildwinds. It was nothing, just a short flight in quick fly mode. I see my sister is with you, Three-Claw. Blessed be, Shadowcat," replied Hawksong in aviantalk, glad to be near Shadowcat.
Shadowcat purred and ran to Hawksong's feathered side, rubbing her head against Hawksong's feathers. She sat on her haunches and said, "Blessed be, Hawksong. I have wonderful news."
Hawksong, always the curious one, flapped her wings and said, "Well, then tell me, Shadow!"
"Very well. Recall you our birth-father?"
"Him? That old windbag? All too well. Remember, I was born before you, sister."
"Tch. So you were. Anyway, recent news have come to us, courtesy of a friend of Sunfire Flamebringer's. Our father not only sired us, he also sired, before us, three others. Our half-sisters."
Hawksong stood there, gaping. She then snapped her beak shut and flapped her wings wildly. "WHAT?!?!?!?!?" she screeched very, very loudly.
*Back at the Halliwell Manor, two days later*
Phoebe sat on her windowsill and looked out into the night. She had trouble sleeping around this time. It was strange. Once a month, she would never be able to sleep, or if she did, the strange dream always came. It had nothing to do with her monthly cycles, she'd checked that option out a long time ago. Suddenly, for some weird reason, she felt the urge to look at the moon, so she did. It was full and very bright. Phoebe felt drawn to the moon. She stared at the moon. She felt herself lifting out of her body, flying to the moon. She was so close...the brightness enveloped her and suddenly, she was flying through the air, looking down on a lush jungle somewhere in the world......
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. It was the alarm clock going off.
Phoebe woke up and instantly moaned. She was stiff all over. She thought, 'No wonder I'm so stiff. I fell asleep here at the windowsill, looking at the full moon..' she gasped, 'Full moon! The dreams had always come at full moon! How did I not notice that?!'
*Somewhere in the shimmering ether of the Realm of Time*
A lone figure stood beside a Wall of Reality and sighed. Cole Turner looked down into the Wall and watched Phoebe gasp. 'She must have realized something,' he thought, 'To gasp that hard. I wish I could be there to help her. Damn it all to hell!'
He sighed again, thinking of his three options. The first option was the best, but if he was caught... either by the Charmed Ones or by another demon or warlock... he'd be dead. Then again, approaching the Charmed Ones directly... Phoebe might allow him back, and with some persuation, Piper may as well, but Prue? First, she'd TK him into several walls, then slam him to the floor. Second, she'd get Piper to freeze him and then yell at him for a few minutes. THEN, she'd vanquish him. The third option was a last resort only - it involved quite a bit of risk. If the Ones Above didn't take to him, well, Cole would have all of his life to regret it - all five seconds of it.
"Damn it all to hell!" shouted Cole.
