Disclaimor: I don't own these characters. J.R.R. Tolkien and
Aaron Spelling do.
(In this story, Prue is 18, Piper is 17, and Phoebe is 16)
Time to Travel
Penny Halliwell walked downstairs and into the living room. "GRAMS!" called Penny's 3 grandchildren, Prue, Piper, and Phoebe. They all ran downstairs. It was Halloween, and they were getting ready for a party. They all started talking at once.
"Girls, girls, girls! One at a time!" Grams said. "Prue, you first," Grams said calmly. "I need help putting on my sword sheath," Prue said, holing up the belt. Prue was going as a female warrior, attired in a black tank top, light brown leather skirt that stopped a little above her knee, black leather knee-high boots, and a black cloak. She had a shield on one arm and a sword in her hand. Grams helped her put on the sword sheath.
"Now you, Piper," Grams said. "I can't get my left ear on straight," she said. Piper was going as an Elf. She wore a long white dress that went down to her feet. It had long, flaring sleeves and silver trim around the waist (like Eyowen's white dress from LOTR: Two Towers). She had silver sparkly sandels with a 3inch heel, her toe nails also silver. She also had on a white sparkly Elf cloak. "Can you help me?" she asked. "Sure dear," Gram said, smiling. She straightened Piper's left Elf ear.
"Ok Phoebe. Your turn," Grams said, turning to her. "This pin keeps sticking me!" Phoebe complained. Phoebe was going as a Hobbit, wearing a white, long sleeved willowy shirt, and a black skirt that went down about 3 inches below her knee. She fidgeted with her cloak pin. All the girls had on the same cloak pins. They were shiny green leaves with a gold vine weaving around it. Grams took off her pin, adjusted it, then put it back on. "Better?" Grams asked. Phoebe nodded. Then Grams took a good look at the pins. "Girls...where did you get those pins?" she asked.
"In the attic," they all said together. "Girls," Grams started, but was cut off by a car horn outside. "That's our ride!" Prue said. They each kissed their grandmother on the cheek and ran outside. They hopped into the car and sped off. About 15 minutes later, they pulled up infront of a white 2 story house.
"Wow..." Phoebe said in awe. "Mel," Prue said to her friend. "Yeah Prue?" Mel said. "There isn't any alcohol here, is there?" Prue asked nervously. "I don't think so...why?" she asked, turning off the car. "Cause my sisters are like...16 and 17!" Prue said. "They'll be fine," Mel assured her. Then, they all jumped out and walked inside. After about 2 hours, the girls realized that the party was for more "adult" people. They held one anothers hand and weaved through the people.
Once they got outside, it was night time. There was a fullmoon out. Then, something stranged happened. They still held each others hands and their cloak pins started to glow. A swirling purple, white, and blue vortex came out of nowhere. They were then sucked up into it.
(In this story, Prue is 18, Piper is 17, and Phoebe is 16)
Time to Travel
Penny Halliwell walked downstairs and into the living room. "GRAMS!" called Penny's 3 grandchildren, Prue, Piper, and Phoebe. They all ran downstairs. It was Halloween, and they were getting ready for a party. They all started talking at once.
"Girls, girls, girls! One at a time!" Grams said. "Prue, you first," Grams said calmly. "I need help putting on my sword sheath," Prue said, holing up the belt. Prue was going as a female warrior, attired in a black tank top, light brown leather skirt that stopped a little above her knee, black leather knee-high boots, and a black cloak. She had a shield on one arm and a sword in her hand. Grams helped her put on the sword sheath.
"Now you, Piper," Grams said. "I can't get my left ear on straight," she said. Piper was going as an Elf. She wore a long white dress that went down to her feet. It had long, flaring sleeves and silver trim around the waist (like Eyowen's white dress from LOTR: Two Towers). She had silver sparkly sandels with a 3inch heel, her toe nails also silver. She also had on a white sparkly Elf cloak. "Can you help me?" she asked. "Sure dear," Gram said, smiling. She straightened Piper's left Elf ear.
"Ok Phoebe. Your turn," Grams said, turning to her. "This pin keeps sticking me!" Phoebe complained. Phoebe was going as a Hobbit, wearing a white, long sleeved willowy shirt, and a black skirt that went down about 3 inches below her knee. She fidgeted with her cloak pin. All the girls had on the same cloak pins. They were shiny green leaves with a gold vine weaving around it. Grams took off her pin, adjusted it, then put it back on. "Better?" Grams asked. Phoebe nodded. Then Grams took a good look at the pins. "Girls...where did you get those pins?" she asked.
"In the attic," they all said together. "Girls," Grams started, but was cut off by a car horn outside. "That's our ride!" Prue said. They each kissed their grandmother on the cheek and ran outside. They hopped into the car and sped off. About 15 minutes later, they pulled up infront of a white 2 story house.
"Wow..." Phoebe said in awe. "Mel," Prue said to her friend. "Yeah Prue?" Mel said. "There isn't any alcohol here, is there?" Prue asked nervously. "I don't think so...why?" she asked, turning off the car. "Cause my sisters are like...16 and 17!" Prue said. "They'll be fine," Mel assured her. Then, they all jumped out and walked inside. After about 2 hours, the girls realized that the party was for more "adult" people. They held one anothers hand and weaved through the people.
Once they got outside, it was night time. There was a fullmoon out. Then, something stranged happened. They still held each others hands and their cloak pins started to glow. A swirling purple, white, and blue vortex came out of nowhere. They were then sucked up into it.
