Prue watched her foster daughter leave for school, then ran upstairs to the attic.
The house was a family heirloom. It had been passed down from mother to daughter for a millenium. A lot of things had changed in the house since Prue had grown up there, but the attic remained pretty much the same. There was dust on the windows, old toys, clothing, and family heirlooms strewn around on mismatching pieces of furniture, and, in the center of the room, an ancient, leather-bound book.
Prue walked over to the book and touched it lovingly. She opened it, running her fingers over the spells her grandmother had written, and her mother, and herself, and her younger sisters. Tomorrow, it would be Regina's turn. Prue couldn't wait. She was more than a little nervous about how Gina would react to the discovery. She smiled, remembering her own reaction to finding out who she really was. She hoped her foster daughter wouldn't be as difficult to win over as she was. Prue doubted that it would be a problem - she'd raised Gina knowing full well that it would come to this, and she'd spent the past twelve years preparing her for it. Prue liked to think she'd done as good a job as Gina's mother would have done, had she survived...
Prue bit her lip, and wiped away a single tear. Why was it that women in her family almost always died young?
Prue gasped. She looked up, and mouthed the word, "now?" She sighed, closed the book, and disappeared in a swirl of bright white lights.
The house was a family heirloom. It had been passed down from mother to daughter for a millenium. A lot of things had changed in the house since Prue had grown up there, but the attic remained pretty much the same. There was dust on the windows, old toys, clothing, and family heirlooms strewn around on mismatching pieces of furniture, and, in the center of the room, an ancient, leather-bound book.
Prue walked over to the book and touched it lovingly. She opened it, running her fingers over the spells her grandmother had written, and her mother, and herself, and her younger sisters. Tomorrow, it would be Regina's turn. Prue couldn't wait. She was more than a little nervous about how Gina would react to the discovery. She smiled, remembering her own reaction to finding out who she really was. She hoped her foster daughter wouldn't be as difficult to win over as she was. Prue doubted that it would be a problem - she'd raised Gina knowing full well that it would come to this, and she'd spent the past twelve years preparing her for it. Prue liked to think she'd done as good a job as Gina's mother would have done, had she survived...
Prue bit her lip, and wiped away a single tear. Why was it that women in her family almost always died young?
Prue gasped. She looked up, and mouthed the word, "now?" She sighed, closed the book, and disappeared in a swirl of bright white lights.