Family Secrets
Julia was taken aback. "Xan! A witch?!"
Xan stayed silent, waiting for an answer.
Pru stalked over to his brother, "Xan, whatever disease you've caught must be making you crazy. Why don't you just sit down for a minute..."
"No sis, look at the book. Xan's telling the truth," Drew said, defending his brother.
What is going on here? Julia saw her Aunt Paige hand the thick, old book to Pru. Drew opened it to a page, and Pru began to read. Julia went over to her family, taking a glance at what her sister was reading.
The first things she noticed was that this book was ancient. The pages were yellow with age, and sewn into the thick leather binding. Surprisingly though, the writing was still legible.
Then she noticed that this book seemed to be a book of spells. The calligraphic writing was in rhyme, sort of in a sing-song chant. Julia knew this because she had read some of Xan's books, just for leisure. And of course, for occasional revenge at back-stabbing friends and heartbreakers. Though her brother always dampened her efforts, telling her that magick (with a k, Xan told her) wasn't to be toyed with.
On top of the page was a symbol, with three arcs crossing each other, with one circle unifying them all. It looked suspiciously like a car brand.
"What's that?" asked Julia.
"It's the triquetra, the symbol of the power of three," Aunt Paige responded. She breathed deeply. "I'm a witch."
"Another one is bitten by Xan's bug." Julia joked. Is this a conspiracy or what?
"Is that the secret you couldn't tell us?" questioned Pru.
"I told you it was a family secret. Prue, Phoebe and your mom are also witches. Which means you are, too."
Piper's children were speechless.
"Let me start from the beginning."
*** *** ***
"So let me get this straight," Julia interrupting Paige in her story, "our mom, aunt, and you come from a long line of witches, real witches, who battle evil with their inherited superpowers?" This is crazy, Julia thought. Aunt Paige must be going senile. She never DID say how old she is.
"Yup. Every generation of witches from Melinda Warren's line would grow stronger, finally settling on three sisters, the Charmed Ones, the greatest ever to have lived," Paige told her.
Xan said, "And because mom is a Charmed One, that means we're Charmed Ones too?"
"You could be. When your Aunt Phoebe passed away, the power of three could have been lost. For a while. Pru, you were born then. Your mom had you, Xan, Drew and Julia later on. The power must have traveled to you four."
Julia turned over the book she was holding. The insignia was exactly like the one she saw on the Power of Three page (or at least that was what Aunt Paige called it). There's four of us. The Power of Four, Julia thought.
"My father- who did you say he was?" asked Pru, frustration clear on her face.
Aunt Paige gave her a smile of understanding. "Leo. Leo Wyatt."
"And he was my mother's whitelighter? A guardian angel?"
"In a way, yes."
"And technically they're already dead?"
"Not really dead-dead. But they kinda died before. But as whitelighters, they're still alive."
"Uh-huh." Pru nodded, thinking to herself. "And then my dad was killed... again?"
"Yes."
Poor Pru, Julia thought.
Pru stood up. She began to make her way out the attic.
"Pru! Where are you going?" asked their aunt.
"I'm going for a walk. Let's just hope demons aren't waiting for me outside."
The twins, Julia and their aunt watched Pru shuffle down the attic steps.
"Maybe I should..."
"No, Aunt Paige," Julia said, "Pru will be fine. She has always wondered who her dad was. I guess now she just has to think this over a little." *I* need to think this over, she thought.
"Wait a minute," wondered Drew, "if you're a witch, how come you don't have a whitelighter?"
"That's a very good question." Aunt Paige chuckled. "I guess I'm too old! No, I think because the Elders probably thought I can take care of myself. I am a big girl, now."
Julia and her brothers smiled. Our aunt is so cool. *Soo* unlike Aunt Lucy.
"Now look at the time. Let's go down for lunch."
Julia looked at her watch. Whoa, time sure did fly by. 2 p.m.
"Anyone for pizza?"
*** *** ***
Julia was in the kitchen, thinking of yesterday. After what happened in the attic, her family had lunch, and the day went on normally. Xan had been up a couple of times during the afternoon, reading the BOS. Pru had gone back to the house just a few minutes after. Nobody asked her where she went.
A witch. A REAL witch. It had taken a while to really sink in.
Witch.
WITCH.
Her mind rolled over the word in certain parts of that day, and even invaded her dreams. She couldn't really remember them, but she was sure.
Maybe this was all a dream?
"We're witches?" whispered Drew to himself, getting soda from the fridge.
Well, at least now I don't need to pinch myself, thought Julia. I don't think this is a reality I'm ready to deal with.
Pru came in the kitchen, settling on one of the chairs. "Hey can I take a sip of this?" she asked Julia, referring to the glass of soda she was drinking.
"Sure, it's yours," Julia replied.
"Thanks." Pru took a sip. "Ugh, not cold."
"You know, all these things. It's crazy. I mean, this must be a joke, right?" said Pru.
"Well, Xan doesn't think so. He's been in the attic for ages now. Aunt Paige sure looked serious when she was talking about it. And you saw mom's writing."
"I know. It's just- it's just really insane, that's what it is."
Pru stood up and left the table, leaving Julia alone in the kitchen.
Julia was taken aback. "Xan! A witch?!"
Xan stayed silent, waiting for an answer.
Pru stalked over to his brother, "Xan, whatever disease you've caught must be making you crazy. Why don't you just sit down for a minute..."
"No sis, look at the book. Xan's telling the truth," Drew said, defending his brother.
What is going on here? Julia saw her Aunt Paige hand the thick, old book to Pru. Drew opened it to a page, and Pru began to read. Julia went over to her family, taking a glance at what her sister was reading.
The first things she noticed was that this book was ancient. The pages were yellow with age, and sewn into the thick leather binding. Surprisingly though, the writing was still legible.
Then she noticed that this book seemed to be a book of spells. The calligraphic writing was in rhyme, sort of in a sing-song chant. Julia knew this because she had read some of Xan's books, just for leisure. And of course, for occasional revenge at back-stabbing friends and heartbreakers. Though her brother always dampened her efforts, telling her that magick (with a k, Xan told her) wasn't to be toyed with.
On top of the page was a symbol, with three arcs crossing each other, with one circle unifying them all. It looked suspiciously like a car brand.
"What's that?" asked Julia.
"It's the triquetra, the symbol of the power of three," Aunt Paige responded. She breathed deeply. "I'm a witch."
"Another one is bitten by Xan's bug." Julia joked. Is this a conspiracy or what?
"Is that the secret you couldn't tell us?" questioned Pru.
"I told you it was a family secret. Prue, Phoebe and your mom are also witches. Which means you are, too."
Piper's children were speechless.
"Let me start from the beginning."
*** *** ***
"So let me get this straight," Julia interrupting Paige in her story, "our mom, aunt, and you come from a long line of witches, real witches, who battle evil with their inherited superpowers?" This is crazy, Julia thought. Aunt Paige must be going senile. She never DID say how old she is.
"Yup. Every generation of witches from Melinda Warren's line would grow stronger, finally settling on three sisters, the Charmed Ones, the greatest ever to have lived," Paige told her.
Xan said, "And because mom is a Charmed One, that means we're Charmed Ones too?"
"You could be. When your Aunt Phoebe passed away, the power of three could have been lost. For a while. Pru, you were born then. Your mom had you, Xan, Drew and Julia later on. The power must have traveled to you four."
Julia turned over the book she was holding. The insignia was exactly like the one she saw on the Power of Three page (or at least that was what Aunt Paige called it). There's four of us. The Power of Four, Julia thought.
"My father- who did you say he was?" asked Pru, frustration clear on her face.
Aunt Paige gave her a smile of understanding. "Leo. Leo Wyatt."
"And he was my mother's whitelighter? A guardian angel?"
"In a way, yes."
"And technically they're already dead?"
"Not really dead-dead. But they kinda died before. But as whitelighters, they're still alive."
"Uh-huh." Pru nodded, thinking to herself. "And then my dad was killed... again?"
"Yes."
Poor Pru, Julia thought.
Pru stood up. She began to make her way out the attic.
"Pru! Where are you going?" asked their aunt.
"I'm going for a walk. Let's just hope demons aren't waiting for me outside."
The twins, Julia and their aunt watched Pru shuffle down the attic steps.
"Maybe I should..."
"No, Aunt Paige," Julia said, "Pru will be fine. She has always wondered who her dad was. I guess now she just has to think this over a little." *I* need to think this over, she thought.
"Wait a minute," wondered Drew, "if you're a witch, how come you don't have a whitelighter?"
"That's a very good question." Aunt Paige chuckled. "I guess I'm too old! No, I think because the Elders probably thought I can take care of myself. I am a big girl, now."
Julia and her brothers smiled. Our aunt is so cool. *Soo* unlike Aunt Lucy.
"Now look at the time. Let's go down for lunch."
Julia looked at her watch. Whoa, time sure did fly by. 2 p.m.
"Anyone for pizza?"
*** *** ***
Julia was in the kitchen, thinking of yesterday. After what happened in the attic, her family had lunch, and the day went on normally. Xan had been up a couple of times during the afternoon, reading the BOS. Pru had gone back to the house just a few minutes after. Nobody asked her where she went.
A witch. A REAL witch. It had taken a while to really sink in.
Witch.
WITCH.
Her mind rolled over the word in certain parts of that day, and even invaded her dreams. She couldn't really remember them, but she was sure.
Maybe this was all a dream?
"We're witches?" whispered Drew to himself, getting soda from the fridge.
Well, at least now I don't need to pinch myself, thought Julia. I don't think this is a reality I'm ready to deal with.
Pru came in the kitchen, settling on one of the chairs. "Hey can I take a sip of this?" she asked Julia, referring to the glass of soda she was drinking.
"Sure, it's yours," Julia replied.
"Thanks." Pru took a sip. "Ugh, not cold."
"You know, all these things. It's crazy. I mean, this must be a joke, right?" said Pru.
"Well, Xan doesn't think so. He's been in the attic for ages now. Aunt Paige sure looked serious when she was talking about it. And you saw mom's writing."
"I know. It's just- it's just really insane, that's what it is."
Pru stood up and left the table, leaving Julia alone in the kitchen.