"Oh my God, Paige." I ran towards the area where I had seen mounds of stone collapse on top of my
youngest sister. I was in such a panic, I stumbled and nearly killed myslef on the way to her. Phoebe was
already there, struggling to relinquish Paige from her burden of rocks.
"Oh my God. Oh my God," Phoebe's voice was coiled in tears, "Paige, please answer me. Answer me,
damn it!"
It hurt to see Phoebe, steady and strong, so frazzled.
"Calm down," I said between my own anguishes, "she's fine."
We both ignored our doubts and struggled to beat the boulders and debris off of our sister's limp body.
Finally we had cleared the way and we could see Paige's frail body. A trickle of blood decorated her pale
pallet. Two of Phoebe's fingers came together on Paige's neck, longing for a percussion of blood running. I
looked hopefully for an encouraging sign in my sister's face.
Phoebe looked at me and whispered, "she's barely alive."
I sniffed a little and brushed away tears that still ran at the thought of what almost had happened, "Leo!
Leo! Please, Leo!"
There was no response and Phoebe's breaths grew almost as panicked as mine as she clutched her little
sister's wrist, kissing it gently.
"Leo! Leo. Leo," I stopped shouting as my voice was growing raspy with the bulge in my throat, "this can't
be happening again. Where is he?"
"I don't know. He's our only hope. I'm not leaving her, not like this," Phoebe knelt on the dusty ground, still
holding Paige's hand.
I brushed a stray lock of golden hair out of the ill woman's eyes and breathed deeply for my own relief.
*~*~*~*~*
"Here we go, little guy. Don't be scared. Without your witch half, this spell won't work," Leo spoke to his
little boy. The whitelighter stood in the dark attic with a pentogram of candles set up around the oriental
rug matting the wooden planks. In the center, lay the Book of Shadows on a pedestal with Leo and Wyatt
before it, prepared to cite the spell. Leo placed the lighter back on the pedestal and stroked the page slightly
before speaking.
"In this night and in this hour,
I call upon the ancient power.
This ancient power, bring to me,
to save the three heiress' whose needs be."
A flitting mist of white lights tunneled around him and Leo clung to his blond-haired child as they
embarked on a journey to nobody knew where.
*~*~*~*~*
"We can't sit here waiting for help that's never going to come!" I kicked a stone and winced as it hit the
wall and the sharp sound reverberated down the cave.
"Let's just think. This whole thing started with the Oatmeal guy right? How could it all connect?" Phoebe
tried to calm me.
"Listen to yourself! You're talking about some quaker man on an oatmeal box!"
"I know, but," she ceased talking.
"I'm sorry," my face grew appologetic, "I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just so frustrated right now with
Paige and Leo and everything's just gone crazy."
"I know, sweetie."
I suddenly heard the familiar gurgling of my very own baby. Turning, I was caught off guard by the glare
of the lights that presented a form holding a much smaller person.
"Piper, you're okay," I relished in the melodic sound of my husband's sweet voice.
"Leo, how on earth did you get here?" I embraced him, wrapping my arms around both the angel and the
child.
Phoebe sighed, "if this even is earth."
"Well," Leo smiled weakly, kissing my forehead, "I kinda said the crisis spell that your mother wrote in
case something ever happened to the three of you and nobody knew what to do."
"Its okay, honey, this is a crisis. We don't know what to do. But wait, you're not a witch. Only witches can
use those spells," I inquired.
"Ah yes," Leo grinned, placing our child in my arms, "I am not a witch, but Wyatt is. It was his power that
got us here. I just verbalized it."
"Quick, Leo, heal Paige," Phoebe interrupted, standing out of the way.
Leo quickly fell to his knees and let his hands hover over Paige's chest. The warm glow of golden light
glistened over the snow white skin of the youngest sister. Phoebe and I stood holding hands, and I with
Wyatt in my free arm. It was obviously taking him longer than usual, since this injury was far superior to
any other in recent recollection. I watched my husband's eyes close in utmost concentration as the limp
limbs and broken skin began to heal and seal together once again. I nearly boiled over in tears when I heard
Paige's initial gasp for fresh air.
"Woah. Ouch."
"Oh, Paige!" Phoebe shrieked with a great grin smeared across her face as she hugged her sister tight.
I smiled and joined in the hugfest and laughed at the bewildered look on Paige's face.
"What happened and where am I?" Paige murmured as she rubbed her head.
"Don't worry, a bunch of rocks just fell on your head," Phoebe joshed, playfully mimicking the event with
hand motions.
Paige's eyes remained wide and sent me into tears with her next sentence, "that doesn't explain who you
people are."
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youngest sister. I was in such a panic, I stumbled and nearly killed myslef on the way to her. Phoebe was
already there, struggling to relinquish Paige from her burden of rocks.
"Oh my God. Oh my God," Phoebe's voice was coiled in tears, "Paige, please answer me. Answer me,
damn it!"
It hurt to see Phoebe, steady and strong, so frazzled.
"Calm down," I said between my own anguishes, "she's fine."
We both ignored our doubts and struggled to beat the boulders and debris off of our sister's limp body.
Finally we had cleared the way and we could see Paige's frail body. A trickle of blood decorated her pale
pallet. Two of Phoebe's fingers came together on Paige's neck, longing for a percussion of blood running. I
looked hopefully for an encouraging sign in my sister's face.
Phoebe looked at me and whispered, "she's barely alive."
I sniffed a little and brushed away tears that still ran at the thought of what almost had happened, "Leo!
Leo! Please, Leo!"
There was no response and Phoebe's breaths grew almost as panicked as mine as she clutched her little
sister's wrist, kissing it gently.
"Leo! Leo. Leo," I stopped shouting as my voice was growing raspy with the bulge in my throat, "this can't
be happening again. Where is he?"
"I don't know. He's our only hope. I'm not leaving her, not like this," Phoebe knelt on the dusty ground, still
holding Paige's hand.
I brushed a stray lock of golden hair out of the ill woman's eyes and breathed deeply for my own relief.
*~*~*~*~*
"Here we go, little guy. Don't be scared. Without your witch half, this spell won't work," Leo spoke to his
little boy. The whitelighter stood in the dark attic with a pentogram of candles set up around the oriental
rug matting the wooden planks. In the center, lay the Book of Shadows on a pedestal with Leo and Wyatt
before it, prepared to cite the spell. Leo placed the lighter back on the pedestal and stroked the page slightly
before speaking.
"In this night and in this hour,
I call upon the ancient power.
This ancient power, bring to me,
to save the three heiress' whose needs be."
A flitting mist of white lights tunneled around him and Leo clung to his blond-haired child as they
embarked on a journey to nobody knew where.
*~*~*~*~*
"We can't sit here waiting for help that's never going to come!" I kicked a stone and winced as it hit the
wall and the sharp sound reverberated down the cave.
"Let's just think. This whole thing started with the Oatmeal guy right? How could it all connect?" Phoebe
tried to calm me.
"Listen to yourself! You're talking about some quaker man on an oatmeal box!"
"I know, but," she ceased talking.
"I'm sorry," my face grew appologetic, "I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just so frustrated right now with
Paige and Leo and everything's just gone crazy."
"I know, sweetie."
I suddenly heard the familiar gurgling of my very own baby. Turning, I was caught off guard by the glare
of the lights that presented a form holding a much smaller person.
"Piper, you're okay," I relished in the melodic sound of my husband's sweet voice.
"Leo, how on earth did you get here?" I embraced him, wrapping my arms around both the angel and the
child.
Phoebe sighed, "if this even is earth."
"Well," Leo smiled weakly, kissing my forehead, "I kinda said the crisis spell that your mother wrote in
case something ever happened to the three of you and nobody knew what to do."
"Its okay, honey, this is a crisis. We don't know what to do. But wait, you're not a witch. Only witches can
use those spells," I inquired.
"Ah yes," Leo grinned, placing our child in my arms, "I am not a witch, but Wyatt is. It was his power that
got us here. I just verbalized it."
"Quick, Leo, heal Paige," Phoebe interrupted, standing out of the way.
Leo quickly fell to his knees and let his hands hover over Paige's chest. The warm glow of golden light
glistened over the snow white skin of the youngest sister. Phoebe and I stood holding hands, and I with
Wyatt in my free arm. It was obviously taking him longer than usual, since this injury was far superior to
any other in recent recollection. I watched my husband's eyes close in utmost concentration as the limp
limbs and broken skin began to heal and seal together once again. I nearly boiled over in tears when I heard
Paige's initial gasp for fresh air.
"Woah. Ouch."
"Oh, Paige!" Phoebe shrieked with a great grin smeared across her face as she hugged her sister tight.
I smiled and joined in the hugfest and laughed at the bewildered look on Paige's face.
"What happened and where am I?" Paige murmured as she rubbed her head.
"Don't worry, a bunch of rocks just fell on your head," Phoebe joshed, playfully mimicking the event with
hand motions.
Paige's eyes remained wide and sent me into tears with her next sentence, "that doesn't explain who you
people are."
Dun dun dun... and the plot thickens. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! This story will cease to exist if we don't
start getting some reviews. :-(