A/N: For reasons, this chapter has not been spellchecked.
Prue was at a party. It seemed fine except all anyone did was walk across the room, looking exceptionally grim.
Feeling she couldn't take it anymore, she tried to find the door. She spotted the door at the end of the room and began walking, but as she did the door got further and further away.
She stopped walking and looked around. She saw Lierre and decided to go to him. As she was walking, the floor became littered with hundreds of blank papers, but at Lierre's feet was a sheet of paper with writing on it.
She decide against going to him and instead went to stand in the corner. Strangely, she passed a man who offered her salt several times. To make him leave her alone, she took a bit of the salt and ate it. The man smiled oddly at her then walked back into the crowd.
Prue watched from the corner as the crowd parted and moved to stand against the walls as a very beautiful woman walked onto the dance floor. She looked at the crowd then began to dance; hypnotizing everyone in the room. A few minutes into her dance, Prue suddenly broke from the hypnosis and saw that the room was shaking... it was crumbling to pieces!
She quickly raced to Lierre, grabbed his arm, and tried to pull him toward the door. All he would do was stare at the dancing woman. She tried and tried to move him, but he could not be budged. Something caught Prue's eye and she abandoned Lierre.
It was a butterfly. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen... and it was getting away! She quickly went after it. She followed to the end of the room, when a cloaked hand quickly reached out and crushed the butterfly in its hand.
Prue turned and saw The Source. His laughter filled the room. Prue fell to her knees and clutched her ears. She didn't stop falling. She opened her eyes and just saw a great fall downward, with no way of stopping.
Images of the butterfly, The Source, Lierre, her sisters, and the Book Of Thunder swirled around her as she fell.
* * * *
Prue shot up in bed, breathing heavily. It was the most vivid dream of her life.
A/N: I'll explain the dream at the end of the story.
Prue was at a party. It seemed fine except all anyone did was walk across the room, looking exceptionally grim.
Feeling she couldn't take it anymore, she tried to find the door. She spotted the door at the end of the room and began walking, but as she did the door got further and further away.
She stopped walking and looked around. She saw Lierre and decided to go to him. As she was walking, the floor became littered with hundreds of blank papers, but at Lierre's feet was a sheet of paper with writing on it.
She decide against going to him and instead went to stand in the corner. Strangely, she passed a man who offered her salt several times. To make him leave her alone, she took a bit of the salt and ate it. The man smiled oddly at her then walked back into the crowd.
Prue watched from the corner as the crowd parted and moved to stand against the walls as a very beautiful woman walked onto the dance floor. She looked at the crowd then began to dance; hypnotizing everyone in the room. A few minutes into her dance, Prue suddenly broke from the hypnosis and saw that the room was shaking... it was crumbling to pieces!
She quickly raced to Lierre, grabbed his arm, and tried to pull him toward the door. All he would do was stare at the dancing woman. She tried and tried to move him, but he could not be budged. Something caught Prue's eye and she abandoned Lierre.
It was a butterfly. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen... and it was getting away! She quickly went after it. She followed to the end of the room, when a cloaked hand quickly reached out and crushed the butterfly in its hand.
Prue turned and saw The Source. His laughter filled the room. Prue fell to her knees and clutched her ears. She didn't stop falling. She opened her eyes and just saw a great fall downward, with no way of stopping.
Images of the butterfly, The Source, Lierre, her sisters, and the Book Of Thunder swirled around her as she fell.
* * * *
Prue shot up in bed, breathing heavily. It was the most vivid dream of her life.
A/N: I'll explain the dream at the end of the story.