The owl flew through the mist, silent and deadly. Once long ago it had been
a demon, but had forgotten those memories ages past. He only had one real
thought in his mind. Kill. He had to kill the Wife. The ring around his
ankle would lead him to her. Then he could kill. Nothing else mattered. The
haze obscured everything, so he couldn't see more than one metre in front
of him. He flapped passed the wires of the bridge called the Golden Gate.
He was close. The ring was warming around his skin. His cold yellow eyes
narrowed. There. On one of the wires opposite sat a small hawk, ocher and
white feathers fluffed up against the cold and windy night air, eyes
closed. The ring burned into the flesh around his foot. Flaring his wings,
he swooped in for the kill.
* * * Once again Phoebe's dreams were filled with the images of demon making Innocents bow to them, of death, and of the complete evil taking over the world. She woke with a start. She had thought the dreams she saw were just that, dreams. But that she had the same things twice in a row. She forced the dreams out of her mind. After col had left she had arranged five crystals in a pentagon shape, so they could confine Frejack. After checking it, she walked over to the Book of Shadows Podium. Jumping up onto the pages of the book, she stared intently at the paragraph in the book. The drink part was annoying her, buzzing at the back of her brain. It had rung a bell, but the thought had fled and hidden before she could grasp it. She sighed with exasperation and leapt to the floor. It would come to her. She just had to wait. Suddenly, she was caught up in a premonition. She was floating in the air above Golden Gate Bridge. A large owl was swooping towards a hawk, claws outstretched. The image faded. Opening her eyes, she blinked in puzzlement. Why was she getting a Premonition of a hawk and an owl? She lay on the floor of the attic again, thinking she would just rest for a little while. She was asleep in two minutes.
* * * Piper sat on one of the great wires of the Golden Gate, eyes closed and shivering from the cold wind. She was half asleep, but knew that if she did fall into slumber, she would also fall onto the busy highway. The fog was thick like a blanket around her, and it would begin to rain soon. Sighing was discomfort; she shifted then settled onto the wire. Something chimed near her ear. Opening her eyes, she noticed a dark shadow racing towards her. She saw what it was three seconds before it would crash into her. A huge owl, talons bought forward, ready to rip into her flesh, eyes flashing with triumph that shouldn't have been there. She flapped her wings in panic but forgot to let go of the wire, making her fall to hang upside down. This probably saved her life, as the owl rushed through the spot she had been a split second before. Releasing the wire, she flapped into the cloaking mist as quick as she could. The owl was right behind her, and gaining. She could hear the wind rushing over its feathers. She banked sharply and he followed suite, even quicker than her. She wouldn't win this race by agility or speed. Gasping for breath to fuel her straining muscles, she headed back towards the bridge. She began zigzagging around the wires, trying to throw him off. He wasn't about to get discouraged. Once he almost had her, but she darted around him. Diving abruptly, she zoomed over the water, a centimetre from falling into the icy water. Pulling up hastily, she spiraled up high before going into a freefall, the owl still behind her. She plunged downwards, hopping she didn't run into anything. The road suddenly rushed up at her, appearing out of the mist. She pulled up just in time. She flapped higher, racing to get above the traffic, panic fuelling her strength. A truck roared out of the fog, an icon of death. Flapping frantically, Piper jerked herself upwards. She cleared it only just, her talon nicking the top and sending her tumbling over the water. The owl didn't make it. A large bang was heard behind her, almost swallowed up by the mist. She landed clumsily, waddling over to the body of the owl, crushed by the side of the road. She stared sadly at it. She hadn't meant for the creature to die.A gold ring that was around its ankle glowed red. Piper stared at it. The body glowed as well, and crumbled out of existence. She stumbled backwards and flew into the air, her heart still racing from the shock of the body just disappearing. The actions of her long, long day suddenly hit her small, unfamiliar bird body. Exhausted, she retreated to the nearest tree she could find; hoping no more magicked owls would attack her there.
* * * Clarissa screamed in fury "How dare she!" she shrieked, fists clenched so tightly the knuckles seemed to glow "That bitch killed my hunter! I'll kill her! I'll rip her to pieces! I'll-" Yvonne clamped a hand firmly over her mouth. "Yell after you kill her." She advised. She turned to John, who was brooding against the wall next to the still unconscious Leo. "Stir up a killer storm. I want every bird out there grounded for at least a week. By then we should have completed our plan to rule the world." She pulled a face after she said this. "Okay, that was so clichéd." She took her hand off Clarissa's mouth. "Feeling better?" Clarissa glowered at her, but nodded. John stood in front of the fire, chanting softly. The fire began to rotate, revolving fast and faster until it looked like a tornado. He raised his hands, and the fire storm rose with it. The chanting rose and fell, and images flashed past. A broad strip of lightning that zapped down a tree, scorching the bark on its right side. A fleeting picture of a house being battered by hail. John clapped his hand together, and the whirlwind of flames exploded outwards. Yvonne and Clarissa ducked their faces, letting the wave pass over them. Paige leapt back as the flame licked at her, rolling past like a sea of liquid fire. It rushed out the entrance of the cave, disappearing in a blaze of blue. John nodded as he stoked the fire with a hand. It had died down, almost to embers. "That storm is the mightiest I've ever created," he told Clarissa and Yvonne with a smirk. He was pale and shiny with sweat. "It will last for about five days. We're lucky there was a storm there already; otherwise it would be harder to anchor the spell." He staggered towards the side of the cavern, collapsing with a sigh against the cool wall. "It will start in five min." he trailed of, falling into slumber.
Cole hid in a crack on the side of a passage in the Underworld, waiting for Frejack. He had gotten the information of another demon, who had been so scared by the name of Balthazar he had babbled out all the information Cole needed. Frejack would pass this place soon. His heart had nearly broken when he had left phoebe alone in the empty manor, but the lives of the charmed ones and Leo meant that he had to be down here, waiting for a demon who liked to dawdle. He glared impatiently at his watch. He should have been here three minutes ago. He sighed and shifted, impatient. Then, footsteps reached his ears. There he was, walking down the passage as if he owned the Underworld. Cole sat, breath baited, waiting for his chance. Now! He leapt out, grabbing the very surprised Frejack, and shimmered out towards the Manor.
* * * Once again Phoebe's dreams were filled with the images of demon making Innocents bow to them, of death, and of the complete evil taking over the world. She woke with a start. She had thought the dreams she saw were just that, dreams. But that she had the same things twice in a row. She forced the dreams out of her mind. After col had left she had arranged five crystals in a pentagon shape, so they could confine Frejack. After checking it, she walked over to the Book of Shadows Podium. Jumping up onto the pages of the book, she stared intently at the paragraph in the book. The drink part was annoying her, buzzing at the back of her brain. It had rung a bell, but the thought had fled and hidden before she could grasp it. She sighed with exasperation and leapt to the floor. It would come to her. She just had to wait. Suddenly, she was caught up in a premonition. She was floating in the air above Golden Gate Bridge. A large owl was swooping towards a hawk, claws outstretched. The image faded. Opening her eyes, she blinked in puzzlement. Why was she getting a Premonition of a hawk and an owl? She lay on the floor of the attic again, thinking she would just rest for a little while. She was asleep in two minutes.
* * * Piper sat on one of the great wires of the Golden Gate, eyes closed and shivering from the cold wind. She was half asleep, but knew that if she did fall into slumber, she would also fall onto the busy highway. The fog was thick like a blanket around her, and it would begin to rain soon. Sighing was discomfort; she shifted then settled onto the wire. Something chimed near her ear. Opening her eyes, she noticed a dark shadow racing towards her. She saw what it was three seconds before it would crash into her. A huge owl, talons bought forward, ready to rip into her flesh, eyes flashing with triumph that shouldn't have been there. She flapped her wings in panic but forgot to let go of the wire, making her fall to hang upside down. This probably saved her life, as the owl rushed through the spot she had been a split second before. Releasing the wire, she flapped into the cloaking mist as quick as she could. The owl was right behind her, and gaining. She could hear the wind rushing over its feathers. She banked sharply and he followed suite, even quicker than her. She wouldn't win this race by agility or speed. Gasping for breath to fuel her straining muscles, she headed back towards the bridge. She began zigzagging around the wires, trying to throw him off. He wasn't about to get discouraged. Once he almost had her, but she darted around him. Diving abruptly, she zoomed over the water, a centimetre from falling into the icy water. Pulling up hastily, she spiraled up high before going into a freefall, the owl still behind her. She plunged downwards, hopping she didn't run into anything. The road suddenly rushed up at her, appearing out of the mist. She pulled up just in time. She flapped higher, racing to get above the traffic, panic fuelling her strength. A truck roared out of the fog, an icon of death. Flapping frantically, Piper jerked herself upwards. She cleared it only just, her talon nicking the top and sending her tumbling over the water. The owl didn't make it. A large bang was heard behind her, almost swallowed up by the mist. She landed clumsily, waddling over to the body of the owl, crushed by the side of the road. She stared sadly at it. She hadn't meant for the creature to die.A gold ring that was around its ankle glowed red. Piper stared at it. The body glowed as well, and crumbled out of existence. She stumbled backwards and flew into the air, her heart still racing from the shock of the body just disappearing. The actions of her long, long day suddenly hit her small, unfamiliar bird body. Exhausted, she retreated to the nearest tree she could find; hoping no more magicked owls would attack her there.
* * * Clarissa screamed in fury "How dare she!" she shrieked, fists clenched so tightly the knuckles seemed to glow "That bitch killed my hunter! I'll kill her! I'll rip her to pieces! I'll-" Yvonne clamped a hand firmly over her mouth. "Yell after you kill her." She advised. She turned to John, who was brooding against the wall next to the still unconscious Leo. "Stir up a killer storm. I want every bird out there grounded for at least a week. By then we should have completed our plan to rule the world." She pulled a face after she said this. "Okay, that was so clichéd." She took her hand off Clarissa's mouth. "Feeling better?" Clarissa glowered at her, but nodded. John stood in front of the fire, chanting softly. The fire began to rotate, revolving fast and faster until it looked like a tornado. He raised his hands, and the fire storm rose with it. The chanting rose and fell, and images flashed past. A broad strip of lightning that zapped down a tree, scorching the bark on its right side. A fleeting picture of a house being battered by hail. John clapped his hand together, and the whirlwind of flames exploded outwards. Yvonne and Clarissa ducked their faces, letting the wave pass over them. Paige leapt back as the flame licked at her, rolling past like a sea of liquid fire. It rushed out the entrance of the cave, disappearing in a blaze of blue. John nodded as he stoked the fire with a hand. It had died down, almost to embers. "That storm is the mightiest I've ever created," he told Clarissa and Yvonne with a smirk. He was pale and shiny with sweat. "It will last for about five days. We're lucky there was a storm there already; otherwise it would be harder to anchor the spell." He staggered towards the side of the cavern, collapsing with a sigh against the cool wall. "It will start in five min." he trailed of, falling into slumber.
Cole hid in a crack on the side of a passage in the Underworld, waiting for Frejack. He had gotten the information of another demon, who had been so scared by the name of Balthazar he had babbled out all the information Cole needed. Frejack would pass this place soon. His heart had nearly broken when he had left phoebe alone in the empty manor, but the lives of the charmed ones and Leo meant that he had to be down here, waiting for a demon who liked to dawdle. He glared impatiently at his watch. He should have been here three minutes ago. He sighed and shifted, impatient. Then, footsteps reached his ears. There he was, walking down the passage as if he owned the Underworld. Cole sat, breath baited, waiting for his chance. Now! He leapt out, grabbing the very surprised Frejack, and shimmered out towards the Manor.