Chapter 3
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"Come on Prue concentrate. First freeze it totally, then unfreeze its head."
"Cole, I can't do it."
"Sure you can sweetheart. Your mother never thought it was possible either, come on sweetheart just concentrate."
"What if I blow it up?"
"Then I'm buying another Golden Retrieve for the neighbors before they realize it" Cole smiled sheepishly, as he tried to hold on to Amber's collar, as she desperately tried to get out of Cole's firm grip. I quickly stopped biting my lower lip, remember that was the reason my lips get so chapped, out of bad habit. Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and threw out my hands like mom use to except, out of mine always shot a little bit of blue glow. The dog had stopped in mid bark, and I slowly opened my eyes. I let out a big smile, seeing the dog frozen in Cole's grip.
"See and you didn't even freeze me this time. Now, concentrate and JUST unfreeze his head." I did the same routine I just finished, closing my eyes and letting out a deep breath as my hands shot out, except I heard a soft yelp as the dog temporarily unfroze, before blowing up to a thousand of small golden hairs floating towards the floor of a basement.\
"Ouch," Cole shrugged slightly. "Um, looks like I have a dog to by. I'll be back in awhile. Keep an eye out on your cousins." Cole ran up the stairs and out of the house, knowing as well as I did the Lynn's would be coming home soon.
"What's the nowise? Doggie down here?" I heard Pandora's soft voice coming from the top of the stairs. I quickly wiped the few golden hairs of my tank top, and slowly made my way up the stairs. "No, Dora. I was practicing my powers with Uncle Cole."
"Ohh. I wanna practice mine! I DO I DO!" Pandora's soft voice rose in excitement. Rolling my eyes, I can't say no to the face. Picking her up, I placed her on my hip and balanced her. "Ok try what Daddy taught you. Think hard, and try to wind up on the couch."
She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face in frustration. After about a minute a swirl of green and blue lights over took her, and at a much slower pace than her parents, slowly moved her onto the floor in front of the couch.
"Pandora, that was good."
"No it wasn't I missed." She pouted, throwing her arms across her chest, and sticking out her bottom lip. I smiled softly, before picking her up, and carrying her into the kitchen. "Hey for a five year old, it's not that bad."
"I'm five and a half" She demanded, placing her hands on her hips, as I sat her down in the kitchen chair.
"Funny, the mother demands she's younger and the daughter demands she is older. You're definitely a Halliwell." I said playfully as I grabbed the apple juice out of the refrigerator.
"Just what this family needs another comedian" Paige said Parker in her arms, as she placed him in the chair next to Pandora.
"Hey when you have the talent why keep it to yourself." I said the slightest of smiles on my face. The first one I had in awhile.
"Alright you two need to go get dressed. We have to be at the funer.. We have to be their at 9:00 am" Paige didn't mention funeral. If it was for her sake or mine I'll never know.
I headed towards the upstairs and into my room. The three black dresses lay across each of our beds. I pulled mine up, and put the hanger around my neck. Twirling the dress in the mirror, I smiled softly and glanced upwards at the white ceiling. "It's beautiful. To bad it's beauty if wasted on this occasion." ~
I shifted the weight from foot to foot and gently cleared my throat standing behind the podium. My family had already been crying when Phoebe went up their to talk. I shot a glance to Phyre who, through blowing her nose with one of the many crumpled up tissues, gave me a reassuring smile.
I cleared my throat once again and tried to stop my fingers from shaking. "Umm, I really didn't know what I was going to say when my father asked me to speak. I mean what do I say. Do I talk about her life and remember it? Or talk about her tragic death and mourn it? Let's start with her life.
At a normal funeral, they would know tell me how happy they were and all the good times they had shared. You know what my good times were? When a day went buy and nobody tried to kill my family. You know how often those days came by? Few and far between I'll tell you that." I felt the hot tear escape my eye, but I continued speaking.
"My mother spent the last years of her life fighting every day to stay alive and to keep her family alive. She lost her oldest sister, to evil. She lost her daughter to evil, and now I have lost her to it." I wiped another tear from my eye. I couldn't remember Melinda. She was my twin, and I always feel like a hole is in my soul which only she can fill when I see her again. We were seven when she died. Philip never even got to meet her. A shame, she looked just like mom. But will I grow up with my sister, no because the same demon that killed my grandmother, killed her. Drowning her, so when I finally sensed her, we were yet again too late.
"My mother was strong. Some even say stubborn and Pigheaded, and well they were right." A few soft chuckles escaped the audience, but the sobs muffled them. "She knew what she wanted, and may the gods have mercy if you tried to stop her. She didn't let anyone, including evil, tell her what she was allowed and not allowed to. Hell she would tell a Elder to shove it any chance she got." My dad shot me a glare with his eyes at my language. Hey, if I wanted to give this speech my way every other word would be a swear word.
I sighed loudly, enough to make Phoebe look up from the tissue she had buried her eyes in. "This isn't what I really want to say. What I want to say as that this sucks and when I find the bastard that did this I will vanquish him faster than He can shimmer out" The innocents that were their were the ones my mom had saved, so they knew the words I was saying.
"Who the hell gave him the power to decide who lives and who dies? Who the hell gave him the right to kill a charmed one? I want to know, I want to know that when he killed my mother he was smiling and laughing, knowing he succeeded in what many demons died trying. Because it will make all the more better when I send him to the waste land.
I want to know this makes NO difference in the fight against evil. I will honor my mothers honor, vanquishing any evil that comes near me. I will make my mother proud." With that, I took a red rose and lay it on top of the close casket.
She wasn't a pretty site to see, so we couldn't have an open casket. With that, I blew a kiss into the air, and ran down the small aisle and outside. Leaning against the wall I slumped down, letting my head rest in my knees.
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"Come on Prue concentrate. First freeze it totally, then unfreeze its head."
"Cole, I can't do it."
"Sure you can sweetheart. Your mother never thought it was possible either, come on sweetheart just concentrate."
"What if I blow it up?"
"Then I'm buying another Golden Retrieve for the neighbors before they realize it" Cole smiled sheepishly, as he tried to hold on to Amber's collar, as she desperately tried to get out of Cole's firm grip. I quickly stopped biting my lower lip, remember that was the reason my lips get so chapped, out of bad habit. Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and threw out my hands like mom use to except, out of mine always shot a little bit of blue glow. The dog had stopped in mid bark, and I slowly opened my eyes. I let out a big smile, seeing the dog frozen in Cole's grip.
"See and you didn't even freeze me this time. Now, concentrate and JUST unfreeze his head." I did the same routine I just finished, closing my eyes and letting out a deep breath as my hands shot out, except I heard a soft yelp as the dog temporarily unfroze, before blowing up to a thousand of small golden hairs floating towards the floor of a basement.\
"Ouch," Cole shrugged slightly. "Um, looks like I have a dog to by. I'll be back in awhile. Keep an eye out on your cousins." Cole ran up the stairs and out of the house, knowing as well as I did the Lynn's would be coming home soon.
"What's the nowise? Doggie down here?" I heard Pandora's soft voice coming from the top of the stairs. I quickly wiped the few golden hairs of my tank top, and slowly made my way up the stairs. "No, Dora. I was practicing my powers with Uncle Cole."
"Ohh. I wanna practice mine! I DO I DO!" Pandora's soft voice rose in excitement. Rolling my eyes, I can't say no to the face. Picking her up, I placed her on my hip and balanced her. "Ok try what Daddy taught you. Think hard, and try to wind up on the couch."
She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face in frustration. After about a minute a swirl of green and blue lights over took her, and at a much slower pace than her parents, slowly moved her onto the floor in front of the couch.
"Pandora, that was good."
"No it wasn't I missed." She pouted, throwing her arms across her chest, and sticking out her bottom lip. I smiled softly, before picking her up, and carrying her into the kitchen. "Hey for a five year old, it's not that bad."
"I'm five and a half" She demanded, placing her hands on her hips, as I sat her down in the kitchen chair.
"Funny, the mother demands she's younger and the daughter demands she is older. You're definitely a Halliwell." I said playfully as I grabbed the apple juice out of the refrigerator.
"Just what this family needs another comedian" Paige said Parker in her arms, as she placed him in the chair next to Pandora.
"Hey when you have the talent why keep it to yourself." I said the slightest of smiles on my face. The first one I had in awhile.
"Alright you two need to go get dressed. We have to be at the funer.. We have to be their at 9:00 am" Paige didn't mention funeral. If it was for her sake or mine I'll never know.
I headed towards the upstairs and into my room. The three black dresses lay across each of our beds. I pulled mine up, and put the hanger around my neck. Twirling the dress in the mirror, I smiled softly and glanced upwards at the white ceiling. "It's beautiful. To bad it's beauty if wasted on this occasion." ~
I shifted the weight from foot to foot and gently cleared my throat standing behind the podium. My family had already been crying when Phoebe went up their to talk. I shot a glance to Phyre who, through blowing her nose with one of the many crumpled up tissues, gave me a reassuring smile.
I cleared my throat once again and tried to stop my fingers from shaking. "Umm, I really didn't know what I was going to say when my father asked me to speak. I mean what do I say. Do I talk about her life and remember it? Or talk about her tragic death and mourn it? Let's start with her life.
At a normal funeral, they would know tell me how happy they were and all the good times they had shared. You know what my good times were? When a day went buy and nobody tried to kill my family. You know how often those days came by? Few and far between I'll tell you that." I felt the hot tear escape my eye, but I continued speaking.
"My mother spent the last years of her life fighting every day to stay alive and to keep her family alive. She lost her oldest sister, to evil. She lost her daughter to evil, and now I have lost her to it." I wiped another tear from my eye. I couldn't remember Melinda. She was my twin, and I always feel like a hole is in my soul which only she can fill when I see her again. We were seven when she died. Philip never even got to meet her. A shame, she looked just like mom. But will I grow up with my sister, no because the same demon that killed my grandmother, killed her. Drowning her, so when I finally sensed her, we were yet again too late.
"My mother was strong. Some even say stubborn and Pigheaded, and well they were right." A few soft chuckles escaped the audience, but the sobs muffled them. "She knew what she wanted, and may the gods have mercy if you tried to stop her. She didn't let anyone, including evil, tell her what she was allowed and not allowed to. Hell she would tell a Elder to shove it any chance she got." My dad shot me a glare with his eyes at my language. Hey, if I wanted to give this speech my way every other word would be a swear word.
I sighed loudly, enough to make Phoebe look up from the tissue she had buried her eyes in. "This isn't what I really want to say. What I want to say as that this sucks and when I find the bastard that did this I will vanquish him faster than He can shimmer out" The innocents that were their were the ones my mom had saved, so they knew the words I was saying.
"Who the hell gave him the power to decide who lives and who dies? Who the hell gave him the right to kill a charmed one? I want to know, I want to know that when he killed my mother he was smiling and laughing, knowing he succeeded in what many demons died trying. Because it will make all the more better when I send him to the waste land.
I want to know this makes NO difference in the fight against evil. I will honor my mothers honor, vanquishing any evil that comes near me. I will make my mother proud." With that, I took a red rose and lay it on top of the close casket.
She wasn't a pretty site to see, so we couldn't have an open casket. With that, I blew a kiss into the air, and ran down the small aisle and outside. Leaning against the wall I slumped down, letting my head rest in my knees.