When the Seer shimmered into Lierre's chamber, she was greeted with a horrible sight. Prue and Lierre were huddled together on Lierre's straw bed, Prue was cradling a trembling Lierre and whispering in his ear. The Seer realized that changing the balance and making them feel was probably a mistake.
"How sick is he?" The Seer asked and walked over to Lierre and Prue.
"Pretty bad." Prue said. The Seer noticed that she looked worn out.
"I can heal him I believe."
Prue sat Lierre up and gently pushed him toward the Seer. The Seer reluctantly took Lierre's hand. A dagger formed in her hand and she made a cut in his hand. Lierre screamed and buried his head in Prue's shoulder.
The Seer conjured a copper bowl and dripped a little blood into it. She let go of Lierre's hand then straightened up.
"Bandage his hand." The Seer said to Prue. "I'll be back with his cure."
She shimmered out and Prue got up.
"ALONE! ALONE! ALONE WITH THE DEVIL!" Lierre screamed.
Prue got bandages quickly then went back over to Lierre.
He looked up at her with a dazed look, then said quietly, "You chase the devil away."
Prue shook off every feeling in her body, positive or otherwise. Then she bandaged his hand and started whispering reassuring words into his ear again.
* * The Seer's chamber * *
The Seer worked quickly. She couldn't let Lierre die. It would be her death as well if he did. She had almost already been killed; she was just she had the foresight to send the Charmed Ones after the Oracle.
She finished the cure and put it in a small cup; she was avoiding death again. Once she was satisfied with the cure, she shimmered to Lierre's chamber.
* * Lierre's chamber * *
Lierre was shaking with fever and sweating. Prue was sure he would close his eyes any minute and it would be over.
"You're so black." Lierre was saying to Prue. She just thought he was delirious. "You've got no soul."
Prue stayed silent.
"Do you feel the crow?"
"What?" Prue asked.
"The crow is dark... darker even than the place where your soul should be. It's perched right on your shoulder." Lierre said. Then he added more quietly, "Do you feel it? Can you even feel anymore?"
Before Prue could completely fall to pieces, the Seer shimmered in with the cure. She handed Prue the cup and waited.
After Lierre had drank it all, Prue and the Seer stared at Lierre. After a moment, his eyes rolled back into his head and he was still.
"He's dead!" Prue screamed and jumped up.
The Seer knew he wasn't, she could see his chest rising and falling weakly. Lierre took a ragged breath and Prue realized that he wasn't dead. She went back and sat next to him.
'Curious.' The Seer thought as she watched. 'Maybe the balance needed to be altered.'
* * Prue's chamber * *
Prue paced her room. It had been two days since Lierre's illness had been cured and they hadn't spoken since. She assumed it was because of how extremely odd they had both been feeling.
"Ahem."
Prue turned to her doorway. There was a darklighter in a very crisp, black suit.
"Yes?"
"I come bearing a gift from The Source." He said, then opened his palm. A large book appeared in a wisp of black smoke.
"What is it?" Prue asked and walked over to him, never taking her eyes off the book.
"It is the Book Of Thunder." The darklighter told her.
Prue took the Book from his hand and stared at the cover. The symbol on it was a broken triangle. She ran her fingers over the symbol and it flashed red.
The darklighter, his job done, disappeared. Prue went over to her desk and put the Book in the middle.
She looked at the symbol and wondered why she hadn't turned to evil sooner.
* * The Source's chamber * *
The darklighter appeared with a smug smile in front of The Source. He kneeled and bowed his head, then looked up toward The Source.
"It is done."
"Excellent." The Source said. "My plan is going exactly correct. When the year is up, she will remain."
"How sick is he?" The Seer asked and walked over to Lierre and Prue.
"Pretty bad." Prue said. The Seer noticed that she looked worn out.
"I can heal him I believe."
Prue sat Lierre up and gently pushed him toward the Seer. The Seer reluctantly took Lierre's hand. A dagger formed in her hand and she made a cut in his hand. Lierre screamed and buried his head in Prue's shoulder.
The Seer conjured a copper bowl and dripped a little blood into it. She let go of Lierre's hand then straightened up.
"Bandage his hand." The Seer said to Prue. "I'll be back with his cure."
She shimmered out and Prue got up.
"ALONE! ALONE! ALONE WITH THE DEVIL!" Lierre screamed.
Prue got bandages quickly then went back over to Lierre.
He looked up at her with a dazed look, then said quietly, "You chase the devil away."
Prue shook off every feeling in her body, positive or otherwise. Then she bandaged his hand and started whispering reassuring words into his ear again.
* * The Seer's chamber * *
The Seer worked quickly. She couldn't let Lierre die. It would be her death as well if he did. She had almost already been killed; she was just she had the foresight to send the Charmed Ones after the Oracle.
She finished the cure and put it in a small cup; she was avoiding death again. Once she was satisfied with the cure, she shimmered to Lierre's chamber.
* * Lierre's chamber * *
Lierre was shaking with fever and sweating. Prue was sure he would close his eyes any minute and it would be over.
"You're so black." Lierre was saying to Prue. She just thought he was delirious. "You've got no soul."
Prue stayed silent.
"Do you feel the crow?"
"What?" Prue asked.
"The crow is dark... darker even than the place where your soul should be. It's perched right on your shoulder." Lierre said. Then he added more quietly, "Do you feel it? Can you even feel anymore?"
Before Prue could completely fall to pieces, the Seer shimmered in with the cure. She handed Prue the cup and waited.
After Lierre had drank it all, Prue and the Seer stared at Lierre. After a moment, his eyes rolled back into his head and he was still.
"He's dead!" Prue screamed and jumped up.
The Seer knew he wasn't, she could see his chest rising and falling weakly. Lierre took a ragged breath and Prue realized that he wasn't dead. She went back and sat next to him.
'Curious.' The Seer thought as she watched. 'Maybe the balance needed to be altered.'
* * Prue's chamber * *
Prue paced her room. It had been two days since Lierre's illness had been cured and they hadn't spoken since. She assumed it was because of how extremely odd they had both been feeling.
"Ahem."
Prue turned to her doorway. There was a darklighter in a very crisp, black suit.
"Yes?"
"I come bearing a gift from The Source." He said, then opened his palm. A large book appeared in a wisp of black smoke.
"What is it?" Prue asked and walked over to him, never taking her eyes off the book.
"It is the Book Of Thunder." The darklighter told her.
Prue took the Book from his hand and stared at the cover. The symbol on it was a broken triangle. She ran her fingers over the symbol and it flashed red.
The darklighter, his job done, disappeared. Prue went over to her desk and put the Book in the middle.
She looked at the symbol and wondered why she hadn't turned to evil sooner.
* * The Source's chamber * *
The darklighter appeared with a smug smile in front of The Source. He kneeled and bowed his head, then looked up toward The Source.
"It is done."
"Excellent." The Source said. "My plan is going exactly correct. When the year is up, she will remain."