Title: Wheel Of Time

Summary: Prue is forced to undergo every stage of the Wheel Of Time after dying and it's not even a bit like hell or heaven. *Chapter 1 of a Prue spin-off*

Funny note: I know it might all sound (or read) very strange but it's just my imagination and don't ask me for an explanation… cuz, I don't have one yet!

Disclaimer: This is a Charmed based fan fiction; all the characters belong to Constance M. Burge and I have no influence on the show in any way; neither do I have contact with the cast of Charmed. I hope you like this fanfic but if you don't, don't sue me!

~*Prologue*~

Small steps into the dark; grey shadows on the soaked earth; a tiny smile on a child's face, it's a part of one big circle… You know, I always thought I knew how things worked in life but even now I'm a Whitelighter; life's treasures can still overwhelm me. Maybe I'm just talking strange, and you might think I'm dehydrated or high but I'm not… I'm just dead. And I'd like to give you my vision on this new state of life. And I can't promise you'll like it, or that it will be spectacular; but it's true.

~*Chapter 1*~

"Prue! Oh God no… Prue, just wake up…" I could hear Piper begging me to come back. To leave behind another world; the world of seeing things straight the way they are. Her voice sounds husky and almost in panic. I know I'm dead, not that I'm shocked I mean; I knew that if we would reverse time, there would be a cost. And now I'm the cost, the price that's been asked.

I'm trying to take away her pain, her desperate panic; she's convinced that I'm lost… gone forever; out of her sight… she right. Partly at least. My thoughts are having a battle about what's worse; being lost or dead but I never found out the outcome of my inner struggle… Within seconds I was taken to the Elders.

"You're finally here, aren't you?"

My eyes are blurry; like I'm looking under water. But I'm not, I think; the voice that had spoken to me, again reaches my ears.

"No."

"What no?" I'm gasping. I realize it's my grandma who's speaking to me.

She approaches me slowly, like she expects me to run away like a frightened child. Maybe she is right. I'm scared to death, so they call it.

"It's not an illusion." Grandma looked younger then I remembered when she continued; "You are dead, my child, and you just stop worrying about your sisters! They will manage, they're hurt right now but they'll get over it. It's you I'm worried about…"

I wasn't scared anymore, now I was terrified. It was a strange thing because I could not remember being scared for myself. I used to be worried, scared or angry but always with others, never about me. And for the first time in my life, or should I say, after-life, I had time enough to look after myself. It scared the hell out of me.

Grandma seemed to shrug for a short moment. "They want you. And then again, it probably wasn't your time."

My turn to speak in puzzles; "Yeah well, I could not let them expose us and kill Piper."

Another shrugs, "Why not?" It's the Wheel Of Time, my dear; and it was wrong to interfere at that particular moment."

I started to get angry. "Oh really? Well, strangely and lucky for you, you were dead already and you always told me to protect them, so I did so don't start on me now!"

"Mother!" My mother's disturbed voice interrupted our flame. "Can't you just give her some time, mother? She needs some time and busting on her won't help her."

Grandma turned to mother and for a short moment they were captured in a silent flame, which was probably going about me. Then, mother gazed at me and she abandoned grandma with her strict thoughts. "We'll work it out, Prue, we will!"

And another rare thing happened, I just believed her. Without any doubt, I believed that it would all work out fine.