Commemoration of Cole- Part Six
"What are we looking for again?" Paige asked her sisters.
"A spell to free a soul from a. prison," Phoebe replied, "for lack of a better term."
"Didn't Prue write a spell similar to that during her 'we may die soon' kick?" Piper
mused. Though it had seemed paranoid at the time, it was obvious that Prue was
right on the money: seeing as she had died two months later.
"I think she did," Paige replied, flicking through the book faster, "I swear I saw it when
I was looking for a Lost and Found spell to help me look for my car keys." Paige
stopped flicking when she noticed that Piper was giving her a warning glance, "Don't
worry- I found them the non-magickal way."
"Also, you're gonna want to refrain from casting that particular spell- it's a lot stronger
than you would think." Phoebe explained. Paige arched her eyebrows at her.
"Don't ask." Phoebe grinned. Paige exhaled and returned her gaze to the book,
"Its here somewhere. ah- found it." Paige smoothed down the page and read the
title of Prue's spell, "To Convoke a Spirit. Not what we need." Phoebe sat down on
the arm of the chair Paige was sat,
"I could rewrite it. A word here, a phrase there. Shouldn't take long." Phoebe picked
up the pad of paper next to the telephone and scribbled down the spell with all the
necessary alterations. She ripped the sheet out and put it on the coffee table.
"Wow," Piper commented, "That was fast!" Phoebe grinned,
"Years of practice, I guess. and the spell wasn't that far off from our goal anyway."
A few minutes later, the sisters were sitting around the coffee table with all the
right tools in front of them: A white candle for purity, a black candle for deflecting
negativity, a blue candle for protection, a yellow candle for balance and a pentacle
drawn in salt (again, for purity) with the orb in the centre. Paige, Piper and Phoebe
joined hands and recited Phoebe's new and improved incantation,
"Gods and Goddesses, hear our plea,
Send your power down to my sisters and me,
Guide us to make magick of well,
Of protection and benevolence, we work this spell,
A lost spirit, locked away,
No longer shall he stay,
Free him from his torturous cell,
Protection and benevolence, we work this spell."
Swirls of light flew from the sisters and into the pentacle, surrounding the orb and
bathing it in golden sparks. The spell wasn't exactly Phoebe's best work, but it
seemed to pack a punch.
The hard shell of the sphere slowly broke open, and a surge of orbs of light
flew out of it, and eventually formed the form of a human.
Benjamin Coleridge Turner in the flesh.
Phoebe's eyes widened at the sight of her ex's father. She had seen a picture of him
in an old newspaper a few years ago, but she didn't realise how much Ben looked
like Cole: with his jet-black hair, peachy complexion and those pale yet shockingly
eye-catching blue eyes. The only things that were different were that he wasn't as
muscular as Cole, and that he had a moustache. Ben looked around him in surprise,
"I'm free? I'm free?" he looked at Piper, who was closest to him,
"I'm free?" He repeated, "What year is this?"
"2003." Piper replied. Ben blinked several times,
"I've been trapped for 115 years." He acknowledged. He looked at Phoebe, "thank
you for freeing me." he paused for a minute to think, "Phoebe."
"What are we looking for again?" Paige asked her sisters.
"A spell to free a soul from a. prison," Phoebe replied, "for lack of a better term."
"Didn't Prue write a spell similar to that during her 'we may die soon' kick?" Piper
mused. Though it had seemed paranoid at the time, it was obvious that Prue was
right on the money: seeing as she had died two months later.
"I think she did," Paige replied, flicking through the book faster, "I swear I saw it when
I was looking for a Lost and Found spell to help me look for my car keys." Paige
stopped flicking when she noticed that Piper was giving her a warning glance, "Don't
worry- I found them the non-magickal way."
"Also, you're gonna want to refrain from casting that particular spell- it's a lot stronger
than you would think." Phoebe explained. Paige arched her eyebrows at her.
"Don't ask." Phoebe grinned. Paige exhaled and returned her gaze to the book,
"Its here somewhere. ah- found it." Paige smoothed down the page and read the
title of Prue's spell, "To Convoke a Spirit. Not what we need." Phoebe sat down on
the arm of the chair Paige was sat,
"I could rewrite it. A word here, a phrase there. Shouldn't take long." Phoebe picked
up the pad of paper next to the telephone and scribbled down the spell with all the
necessary alterations. She ripped the sheet out and put it on the coffee table.
"Wow," Piper commented, "That was fast!" Phoebe grinned,
"Years of practice, I guess. and the spell wasn't that far off from our goal anyway."
A few minutes later, the sisters were sitting around the coffee table with all the
right tools in front of them: A white candle for purity, a black candle for deflecting
negativity, a blue candle for protection, a yellow candle for balance and a pentacle
drawn in salt (again, for purity) with the orb in the centre. Paige, Piper and Phoebe
joined hands and recited Phoebe's new and improved incantation,
"Gods and Goddesses, hear our plea,
Send your power down to my sisters and me,
Guide us to make magick of well,
Of protection and benevolence, we work this spell,
A lost spirit, locked away,
No longer shall he stay,
Free him from his torturous cell,
Protection and benevolence, we work this spell."
Swirls of light flew from the sisters and into the pentacle, surrounding the orb and
bathing it in golden sparks. The spell wasn't exactly Phoebe's best work, but it
seemed to pack a punch.
The hard shell of the sphere slowly broke open, and a surge of orbs of light
flew out of it, and eventually formed the form of a human.
Benjamin Coleridge Turner in the flesh.
Phoebe's eyes widened at the sight of her ex's father. She had seen a picture of him
in an old newspaper a few years ago, but she didn't realise how much Ben looked
like Cole: with his jet-black hair, peachy complexion and those pale yet shockingly
eye-catching blue eyes. The only things that were different were that he wasn't as
muscular as Cole, and that he had a moustache. Ben looked around him in surprise,
"I'm free? I'm free?" he looked at Piper, who was closest to him,
"I'm free?" He repeated, "What year is this?"
"2003." Piper replied. Ben blinked several times,
"I've been trapped for 115 years." He acknowledged. He looked at Phoebe, "thank
you for freeing me." he paused for a minute to think, "Phoebe."