"What?" Paige asked.
"She's right," Prue said. "You were killed twenty years ago, by a shadow demon."
"But we were just fighting that demon," Phoebe said.
"We know," Wyatt said. "We summoned you from just before your deaths to make sure that we didn't change history. We didn't want it to become any worse than it already is."
"How did it happen?" Pheobe asked. "We had a vanquishing spell."
"Something must have gone wrong," Wyatt said. "I don't know what, because I wasn't there."
"You don't know either?" Piper asked, looking at Prue.
Prue shook her head. "The undead can't remember anything that happened while they were dead."
"Wait," Phoebe said. "Did you just say 'undead'?"
"Three years ago, a necromancer found my body, and turned me into a zombie. He tried to make me kill an innocent. If Wyatt hadn't stopped me, I would have been a slave forever."
"You were a zombie?" Piper asked.
"I still am, technically," Prue said.
"You don't, like, hunger for the brains of the living, do you?" Paige asked.
"Not anymore."
"We should go inside," Wyatt said. "It's not safe out here."
"Come on," Prue said as she turned to go into P3. The others followed her, with Wyatt walking well behind the others.
Piper looked around. The interior was lit brightly, but there were only a few people. There was no music.
"Looks like P3 is closed," She said.
"For the last ten years," Prue said.
"Who are they?" Paige asked, looking at the people sitting around one of the tables that remained.
"That's our coven," Prue answered. The four people at the table got up as Prue and her sisters approached.
A tall woman with blonde hair and a mole on her neck walked over to Prue. She had a ring like Wyatt's. "You did it."
"That's right." Prue was smiling again. "Everyone, these are my sisters: Piper, Paige, and Phoebe."
A blonde man with blue eyes stepped forward. He was older than Wyatt, but not as large. "You're the all-powerful Charmed Ones?"
"Yes, we are," Piper said.
"I thought you'd be taller." He let out a short laugh, then shook their hands. "I'm Kevin, and this is my sister, Jill."
"Hi." The tall woman said.
An older, heavyset woman was standing next to Kevin and Jill. Her hands appeared rough with use, and her hair was dark gray. She shook hands with the three newcomers, and they were all surprised with the strength of her grip. "I'm Margaret. Just call me Maggie."
Suddenly, Jill seemed to remember something. She quickly glanced around the room. "Where's Wyatt?"
"Oh no," Prue said.
Kevin put his hand on Maggie's shoulder. The woman had her eyes closed, and almost seemed asleep. "Maggie?"
"Quiet," She said. The room was silent for a moment. Maggie's eyelids tightened briefly before she opened them. "It's okay, he's just checking things out in the alley."
"He's crazy." Jill crossed her arms. "Tell him to get back in here."
"He's coming," Maggie said.
Prue glanced over at her sisters. "P3 is protected by fairy magic, but they can't help us when we go outside."
Wyatt stepped through the door a moment later.
"Hey!" Jill stormed over to the foot of the stairs. "What were you thinking?"
Wyatt walked the rest of the way down the stairs, and came face-to-face with Jill. "I was making sure that nobody saw us. Did you forget that there are demons out there hunting witches?"
"No, I didn't," Jill said. "What do you think I was worried about?"
"I can take care of myself."
"We know. You don't have to prove it."
"I've already proven it." Wyatt walked around her, and joined the others near the table. Jill reluctantly followed.
"Hey Wyatt, congratulations on the spell," Kevin said.
"Thanks." Wyatt looked at Phoebe and Paige. "Did they tell you why we summoned you?"
"We didn't have a chance, yet," Prue said.
Wyatt nodded. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but things are going badly. Evil is winning the war, and we don't think we can change that without your help."
"So. do you want us to go back in time and fix what went wrong?" Phoebe asked.
"No, that won't work," Wyatt said. "The only way for you to go back is to reverse the spell completely. That would erase any memories you have of this time."
"Then what do you want?" Paige asked.
"I have a plan to turn things around, but we'll need a lot more power than we have now. The Source is building an army, and we'll have to do the same if we want to win." Wyatt paused. "We can't unify the covens until we've proven ourselves. We have to build a reputation to show the other witches around the world that working with us won't get them killed."
"We're the Charmed Ones, doesn't that count?" Paige said.
"Not after what happened," Wyatt answered. "When you got killed, everything started going wrong. Now, the other witches are afraid. They need heroes now, just like everyone else. Being who you are gives you a chance, but we'll need a few solid victories to make your names mean something again."
"Victories?" Phoebe asked.
"Demons captured your house," Jill said. "They're using it as some kind of base of operations. We plan to take back the house, along with the Book of Shadows."
"Jill," Kevin said. "Don't steal the man's thunder."
"They have the Book of Shadows?" Piper asked, shocked.
"There were six high-level demons." Wyatt said. His jaw tightened. "I tried to hold them off, but I was only twelve, and alone. I was lucky to get out alive."
"What about Leo?"
Wyatt scoffed. "Right. Leo."
Prue looked uncomfortable, and a silence fell over the room. Wyatt turned away from the others.
Piper's voice shook when she finally spoke. "Did something happen to Leo?"
"Demons didn't just take over the house," Prue said, "They took over everything. There aren't any whitelighters anymore."
"No." Phoebe shook her head. "No. That's impossible. They can't all be."
"But." Paige stammered. "I thought demons couldn't. get up there."
"A warlock stole the power to orb from a dying whitelighter," Prue said. She spoke slowly, as though she were reliving a painful memory. Consciously, she only knew what Wyatt and others had told her, but her spirit had watched it all happen. Nothing could change that. "We think he was working with a darklighter, but we aren't sure. It all happened so quickly."
"Only a few whitelighters escaped," Wyatt said. "The ones that survived are hiding out now. It was the only way they could live to protect future generations. They'll only come back when the balance of power is back in our favor. or when good loses all hope."
"If we lose, they'll come back to comfort the innocent during the end times," Prue said.
"Don't worry," Kevin said softly, "We'll win."
"She's right," Prue said. "You were killed twenty years ago, by a shadow demon."
"But we were just fighting that demon," Phoebe said.
"We know," Wyatt said. "We summoned you from just before your deaths to make sure that we didn't change history. We didn't want it to become any worse than it already is."
"How did it happen?" Pheobe asked. "We had a vanquishing spell."
"Something must have gone wrong," Wyatt said. "I don't know what, because I wasn't there."
"You don't know either?" Piper asked, looking at Prue.
Prue shook her head. "The undead can't remember anything that happened while they were dead."
"Wait," Phoebe said. "Did you just say 'undead'?"
"Three years ago, a necromancer found my body, and turned me into a zombie. He tried to make me kill an innocent. If Wyatt hadn't stopped me, I would have been a slave forever."
"You were a zombie?" Piper asked.
"I still am, technically," Prue said.
"You don't, like, hunger for the brains of the living, do you?" Paige asked.
"Not anymore."
"We should go inside," Wyatt said. "It's not safe out here."
"Come on," Prue said as she turned to go into P3. The others followed her, with Wyatt walking well behind the others.
Piper looked around. The interior was lit brightly, but there were only a few people. There was no music.
"Looks like P3 is closed," She said.
"For the last ten years," Prue said.
"Who are they?" Paige asked, looking at the people sitting around one of the tables that remained.
"That's our coven," Prue answered. The four people at the table got up as Prue and her sisters approached.
A tall woman with blonde hair and a mole on her neck walked over to Prue. She had a ring like Wyatt's. "You did it."
"That's right." Prue was smiling again. "Everyone, these are my sisters: Piper, Paige, and Phoebe."
A blonde man with blue eyes stepped forward. He was older than Wyatt, but not as large. "You're the all-powerful Charmed Ones?"
"Yes, we are," Piper said.
"I thought you'd be taller." He let out a short laugh, then shook their hands. "I'm Kevin, and this is my sister, Jill."
"Hi." The tall woman said.
An older, heavyset woman was standing next to Kevin and Jill. Her hands appeared rough with use, and her hair was dark gray. She shook hands with the three newcomers, and they were all surprised with the strength of her grip. "I'm Margaret. Just call me Maggie."
Suddenly, Jill seemed to remember something. She quickly glanced around the room. "Where's Wyatt?"
"Oh no," Prue said.
Kevin put his hand on Maggie's shoulder. The woman had her eyes closed, and almost seemed asleep. "Maggie?"
"Quiet," She said. The room was silent for a moment. Maggie's eyelids tightened briefly before she opened them. "It's okay, he's just checking things out in the alley."
"He's crazy." Jill crossed her arms. "Tell him to get back in here."
"He's coming," Maggie said.
Prue glanced over at her sisters. "P3 is protected by fairy magic, but they can't help us when we go outside."
Wyatt stepped through the door a moment later.
"Hey!" Jill stormed over to the foot of the stairs. "What were you thinking?"
Wyatt walked the rest of the way down the stairs, and came face-to-face with Jill. "I was making sure that nobody saw us. Did you forget that there are demons out there hunting witches?"
"No, I didn't," Jill said. "What do you think I was worried about?"
"I can take care of myself."
"We know. You don't have to prove it."
"I've already proven it." Wyatt walked around her, and joined the others near the table. Jill reluctantly followed.
"Hey Wyatt, congratulations on the spell," Kevin said.
"Thanks." Wyatt looked at Phoebe and Paige. "Did they tell you why we summoned you?"
"We didn't have a chance, yet," Prue said.
Wyatt nodded. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but things are going badly. Evil is winning the war, and we don't think we can change that without your help."
"So. do you want us to go back in time and fix what went wrong?" Phoebe asked.
"No, that won't work," Wyatt said. "The only way for you to go back is to reverse the spell completely. That would erase any memories you have of this time."
"Then what do you want?" Paige asked.
"I have a plan to turn things around, but we'll need a lot more power than we have now. The Source is building an army, and we'll have to do the same if we want to win." Wyatt paused. "We can't unify the covens until we've proven ourselves. We have to build a reputation to show the other witches around the world that working with us won't get them killed."
"We're the Charmed Ones, doesn't that count?" Paige said.
"Not after what happened," Wyatt answered. "When you got killed, everything started going wrong. Now, the other witches are afraid. They need heroes now, just like everyone else. Being who you are gives you a chance, but we'll need a few solid victories to make your names mean something again."
"Victories?" Phoebe asked.
"Demons captured your house," Jill said. "They're using it as some kind of base of operations. We plan to take back the house, along with the Book of Shadows."
"Jill," Kevin said. "Don't steal the man's thunder."
"They have the Book of Shadows?" Piper asked, shocked.
"There were six high-level demons." Wyatt said. His jaw tightened. "I tried to hold them off, but I was only twelve, and alone. I was lucky to get out alive."
"What about Leo?"
Wyatt scoffed. "Right. Leo."
Prue looked uncomfortable, and a silence fell over the room. Wyatt turned away from the others.
Piper's voice shook when she finally spoke. "Did something happen to Leo?"
"Demons didn't just take over the house," Prue said, "They took over everything. There aren't any whitelighters anymore."
"No." Phoebe shook her head. "No. That's impossible. They can't all be."
"But." Paige stammered. "I thought demons couldn't. get up there."
"A warlock stole the power to orb from a dying whitelighter," Prue said. She spoke slowly, as though she were reliving a painful memory. Consciously, she only knew what Wyatt and others had told her, but her spirit had watched it all happen. Nothing could change that. "We think he was working with a darklighter, but we aren't sure. It all happened so quickly."
"Only a few whitelighters escaped," Wyatt said. "The ones that survived are hiding out now. It was the only way they could live to protect future generations. They'll only come back when the balance of power is back in our favor. or when good loses all hope."
"If we lose, they'll come back to comfort the innocent during the end times," Prue said.
"Don't worry," Kevin said softly, "We'll win."