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The images coming into Prue's mind were of a younger her. She was maybe four or five years old and running around a spectacular place that was mainly a glowing white colour. A boy was running after her, they were playing a game. He was older than Prue but they had always been friends. Then the image showed Prue with her family. Her demonic one. Little Prue had just seen the boy's father kill another person, well a demon actually, by the use of projected fire. Prue came running to her mother and father crying. For she did not know and understand that the people around her were evil, and she was in their territory.
The images continued to come showing the life Prue had experienced in the underworld. Until they came to one day, one final day/ Prue and her parents were going away. Up to the normal world above so that Prue would feel like she had a normal childhood. She had been forced to say good bye to her friend and leave him all alone.
It was then that Prue's eyes re-opened. She blinked trying to comprehend what she had just seen and what it meant.
The master already had his eyes open and released her hands from his as he stood up. He walked away and stopped abruptly at a cupboard, causing his clock to fold around his legs. At the cupboard he pulled out a green bottle and a small wooden cup.
Prue swung her legs to the side of the table but remained sitting. She was waiting for him to speak and hopefully explain to her what was going on.
He returned to her side and sat next to her on the table. It seemed more of a backless bench now. He poured the contents of the bottle into the cup. The liquid running out was a violent deep red.
"Here, drink this," he motioned holding out the half full cup.
Prue raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "What is it?"
"You'll like it, I promise," he replied somewhat slyly as though he wasn't being perfectly honest.
She cautiously brought the edge of the glass to her lips.
"Drink all of it."
So she did, not wanting to test his temper.
He smiled and the put the bottle and cup on the floor.
"Aren't you having any?"
"No, I don't drink it." That brought concern into her mind, she didn't know what it was and she was the only one who had drank it. But it couldn't be anything bad, she felt fine. "Now, from what I showed you, do you remember me and this place?"
"I remember the time that I was here with my family and the boy."
"I am that boy."
There was pure silence in the room and Prue considered his words.
"Your Isis?"
"Yes, this means that we are finally reunited at last!" He seemed happy but there was something he had yet to tell her.
"Where's your father?"
His smile faded. "I'm afraid that he passed away not long after you left. I have inherited everything and I have taught myself everything he knew from his books."
"But he used to run this place, he was the creator."
"I know, but now I am the leader, I rule all. And I have made my own additions to this place."
"But what and where are we? I don't remember."
"The underworld, you weren't told as a child."
The underworld, hadn't her real mother said that word before? "But doesn't that mean that this is."
"Where all demons, warlocks and such belong? Yes."
Prue stood up but he did as well. She backed away from him. "I'm not supposed to be here. You're who kept me from my proper family!"
He slowly took steps towards her as she walked backwards. She looked for the nearest doors but they closed by themselves. "No Prue, it wasn't me who kept you from your family. We were friends, don't you remember that? Everything we shared and did together?"
"Yes I remember but I'm not supposed to be here, I'm a good witch part of the power of four. Not someone who should be down here." Her back suddenly reached the cold stone wall, she had no where else to go. He stood in front of her and came close.
"You are supposed to be here, your true nature is of evil. You have no future for being on the side of good. You were stolen so that one day you could become who you are going to be. So you were kept here for the first years of your life. And then your family decided that they wanted you to feel like a normal child, and not keep that away from you so they took you above. And were planning to bring you back down once you were old enough but they were destroyed."
"No that's not right, I'm not evil I haven't done anything evil in my life. Why would my mother come back from the dead and bring me to my sisters if I was evil?"
"She wouldn't have kept you there for long. You would have been shown briefly a life as a Charmed One, and then you would have been killed."
"K-killed?"
"Yes, they would want you to feel safe with them and before you know it they will kill you because they don't want evil in the power of four. It's easier to kill someone if they least expect it."
Prue thought back to everything that she had been told by Patty, Grams and her sisters. "But they were so friendly to me, I don't think they would kill me, I'm not e-evil. I wouldn't dream of h-hurting anyone," Prue began to cry why did everything have to be so complicated? All she wanted was a normal life.
"That's what they want you to think. And I think you would be safer here, and then you won't have to worry about it anymore."
Prue's vision blurred so she closed her eyes. She heard Isis walk away from her and then came back with the green bottle in his hand.
"Look, have some more of this it will make you feel better."
Prue opened her eyes and looked at him. She remembered how close they had been when they were younger and she had been able to trust him with anything. And he had never lied to her. She took the bottle and downed all that was left. He was right as soon as she finished drinking a warm feeling spread from her heart down to her feet and right to her finger tips.
"Is that better?" He asked taking the empty bottle from her.
"Yeah, you were right," she weakly smiled. And he smiled back pulling her into a hug. He was pleased that he had trust with Prue, because that was going to come in handy if he wanted his plans to come through.
When they finished the hug Prue wiped away her tears and felt all her worries wash away.
"Now we have somewhere very important to get to, but not yet. You must be tired, I'll take you to your room, it's been slightly changed."
Isis led Prue through the many hallways and stairs and they finally got outside a door. "Well here is it, get some sleep while you can."
"Ok, thanks," Prue watched him disappear down the hallway and entered the bedroom. Everything was so elaborate inside. The huge four post bed, the wooden furniture. And it was all spotless of any dust. Whatever was in that drink was definitely good because she felt right at home, maybe she was supposed to be evil.
Isis went down the hallway and entered a room where the two warlocks who had taken Prue were standing. "She'll soon begin to turn evil. She believed my story and drank the rest of the bottle."
"How long will it take to begin to react with her?"
"It's already begun. She's going to need someone to have support from and she'll come straight to me. Tomorrow we'll be going so get the guards prepared."
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The images coming into Prue's mind were of a younger her. She was maybe four or five years old and running around a spectacular place that was mainly a glowing white colour. A boy was running after her, they were playing a game. He was older than Prue but they had always been friends. Then the image showed Prue with her family. Her demonic one. Little Prue had just seen the boy's father kill another person, well a demon actually, by the use of projected fire. Prue came running to her mother and father crying. For she did not know and understand that the people around her were evil, and she was in their territory.
The images continued to come showing the life Prue had experienced in the underworld. Until they came to one day, one final day/ Prue and her parents were going away. Up to the normal world above so that Prue would feel like she had a normal childhood. She had been forced to say good bye to her friend and leave him all alone.
It was then that Prue's eyes re-opened. She blinked trying to comprehend what she had just seen and what it meant.
The master already had his eyes open and released her hands from his as he stood up. He walked away and stopped abruptly at a cupboard, causing his clock to fold around his legs. At the cupboard he pulled out a green bottle and a small wooden cup.
Prue swung her legs to the side of the table but remained sitting. She was waiting for him to speak and hopefully explain to her what was going on.
He returned to her side and sat next to her on the table. It seemed more of a backless bench now. He poured the contents of the bottle into the cup. The liquid running out was a violent deep red.
"Here, drink this," he motioned holding out the half full cup.
Prue raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "What is it?"
"You'll like it, I promise," he replied somewhat slyly as though he wasn't being perfectly honest.
She cautiously brought the edge of the glass to her lips.
"Drink all of it."
So she did, not wanting to test his temper.
He smiled and the put the bottle and cup on the floor.
"Aren't you having any?"
"No, I don't drink it." That brought concern into her mind, she didn't know what it was and she was the only one who had drank it. But it couldn't be anything bad, she felt fine. "Now, from what I showed you, do you remember me and this place?"
"I remember the time that I was here with my family and the boy."
"I am that boy."
There was pure silence in the room and Prue considered his words.
"Your Isis?"
"Yes, this means that we are finally reunited at last!" He seemed happy but there was something he had yet to tell her.
"Where's your father?"
His smile faded. "I'm afraid that he passed away not long after you left. I have inherited everything and I have taught myself everything he knew from his books."
"But he used to run this place, he was the creator."
"I know, but now I am the leader, I rule all. And I have made my own additions to this place."
"But what and where are we? I don't remember."
"The underworld, you weren't told as a child."
The underworld, hadn't her real mother said that word before? "But doesn't that mean that this is."
"Where all demons, warlocks and such belong? Yes."
Prue stood up but he did as well. She backed away from him. "I'm not supposed to be here. You're who kept me from my proper family!"
He slowly took steps towards her as she walked backwards. She looked for the nearest doors but they closed by themselves. "No Prue, it wasn't me who kept you from your family. We were friends, don't you remember that? Everything we shared and did together?"
"Yes I remember but I'm not supposed to be here, I'm a good witch part of the power of four. Not someone who should be down here." Her back suddenly reached the cold stone wall, she had no where else to go. He stood in front of her and came close.
"You are supposed to be here, your true nature is of evil. You have no future for being on the side of good. You were stolen so that one day you could become who you are going to be. So you were kept here for the first years of your life. And then your family decided that they wanted you to feel like a normal child, and not keep that away from you so they took you above. And were planning to bring you back down once you were old enough but they were destroyed."
"No that's not right, I'm not evil I haven't done anything evil in my life. Why would my mother come back from the dead and bring me to my sisters if I was evil?"
"She wouldn't have kept you there for long. You would have been shown briefly a life as a Charmed One, and then you would have been killed."
"K-killed?"
"Yes, they would want you to feel safe with them and before you know it they will kill you because they don't want evil in the power of four. It's easier to kill someone if they least expect it."
Prue thought back to everything that she had been told by Patty, Grams and her sisters. "But they were so friendly to me, I don't think they would kill me, I'm not e-evil. I wouldn't dream of h-hurting anyone," Prue began to cry why did everything have to be so complicated? All she wanted was a normal life.
"That's what they want you to think. And I think you would be safer here, and then you won't have to worry about it anymore."
Prue's vision blurred so she closed her eyes. She heard Isis walk away from her and then came back with the green bottle in his hand.
"Look, have some more of this it will make you feel better."
Prue opened her eyes and looked at him. She remembered how close they had been when they were younger and she had been able to trust him with anything. And he had never lied to her. She took the bottle and downed all that was left. He was right as soon as she finished drinking a warm feeling spread from her heart down to her feet and right to her finger tips.
"Is that better?" He asked taking the empty bottle from her.
"Yeah, you were right," she weakly smiled. And he smiled back pulling her into a hug. He was pleased that he had trust with Prue, because that was going to come in handy if he wanted his plans to come through.
When they finished the hug Prue wiped away her tears and felt all her worries wash away.
"Now we have somewhere very important to get to, but not yet. You must be tired, I'll take you to your room, it's been slightly changed."
Isis led Prue through the many hallways and stairs and they finally got outside a door. "Well here is it, get some sleep while you can."
"Ok, thanks," Prue watched him disappear down the hallway and entered the bedroom. Everything was so elaborate inside. The huge four post bed, the wooden furniture. And it was all spotless of any dust. Whatever was in that drink was definitely good because she felt right at home, maybe she was supposed to be evil.
Isis went down the hallway and entered a room where the two warlocks who had taken Prue were standing. "She'll soon begin to turn evil. She believed my story and drank the rest of the bottle."
"How long will it take to begin to react with her?"
"It's already begun. She's going to need someone to have support from and she'll come straight to me. Tomorrow we'll be going so get the guards prepared."