Samantha stood up, holding Emily behind her. She knew Anne-Marie had
said she could trust the three women, but that didn't mean she couldn't be
scared.
One of the women stepped closer. "It's okay. We won't hurt you," She murmured gently. "My name's Piper. These are my sisters, Prue and Phoebe." She pointed at the dark-raven haired girl, Prue, and then the blonde-haired one, Phoebe.
When Samantha said nothing, Piper continued. "Can you tell us your names?"
"I-I'm Samantha a-and this is my sister, Emily."
Piper smiled at them, then glanced uneasily at her sisters. She looked back at the frightened little girls. "Would you like to sit down?" she asked, motioning towards the couch.
Hesitantly, Samantha led Emily to the couch and they sat. Prue, Piper, and Phoebe stood in front of them.
"Can you tell us where you're from?" Phoebe asked.
"W-we're from 1692. From Salem, Massachusetts," Samantha said cautiously.
Prue glanced at her sisters. "The Salem Witch Trials," she repeated, blinking.
Piper cleared her throat. "How did you get here?"
Samantha dug into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. She handed it to Piper, who held it so Prue and Phoebe could see it, too.
"It's a spell to travel forward in time," Prue said, reading the spell to herself.
Phoebe nodded. "Whoever wrote it made it so that whoever read it was sent directly to this time and place."
"But who? Unless the person knew about us somehow?" Piper questioned. She glanced at the little girls. "Who gave this to you?"
"Our mother, Katrina Grover," Samantha said softly.
Piper chewed at her lip, then glanced at her sisters. "Do we know her?"
Prue and Phoebe shook their heads. Piper nodded. "Mmhmm." She put her hands up and froze the room. "Okay, I'm confused."
"How would this Katrina person know us?" Prue asked, eyes narrowed in confusion.
"What if we did it? What if when we went back in time, we affected things and we're like . . .some kind of fairy tale story among witches?" Phoebe suggested.
"Maybe. But that still doesn't explain why these little girls are here," Piper added.
"Unless their mom was accused of practicing the craft?" Prue asked, looking at both her sisters.
"It's possible. I guess we'll have to ask and hope that the girls trust us enough to tell us the truth," Piper said. She lifted her hands up again and the little girls unfroze.
"Can you tell us what happened in your time?" Piper asked gently.
Samantha frowned. She didn't want Emily to know the truth, but she had already seen magic used by the spell. Sighing, Samantha began to tell them everything that had happened, from the moment they had been sent out of the cabin, up until the point when Anne-Marie had told her to use the spell if anything bad happened.
Prue frowned at her sisters. "None of it makes sense, still. I mean, I can understand trying to protect them. And sending them to where they can be most protected. But, how could Katrina have known to send them to us?"
"Well, until we figure this out, I think we should make the girls comfortable," Piper said, arms crossed.
"We're comfortable now," Samantha protested. She didn't like the situation, not at all. She knew that Anne-Marie had said to trust the girls, but this time was so different. And the thought that her mother might be dead . . .She held Emily closer and starred at the three women in front of her.
Piper frowned, then stepped closer. "Look . . .we know this is all a bit, well, weird for you. But that spell that brought you here was written specifically to bring you here, to us. So please, you need to trust us and trust that we won't let anything happen to-"
Piper screamed and was thrown backwards into her sisters. The three of them went flying across the room. They landed on an antique coffee table, which collapsed under their weight and broke into pieces.
"Okay . . .ow!" Prue groaned.
Piper pushed herself up to a sitting position, then helped Prue and Phoebe sit up.
"What the hell was that?!" Phoebe cried.
The girls looked up in time to see a young blonde woman standing behind the sisters. Her clothes were old-fashioned and reminded the sisters of Samantha and Emily's clothes. The woman smirked and stepped closer to the little girls.
"No!" Piper cried. She threw her hands up and froze the woman, then scrambled to her feet. Samantha and Emily froze as well.
Prue and Phoebe stood quickly.
"Who the hell is she?" Phoebe asked, eyes wide. The woman was towering over the girls. If Piper unfroze her, she'd snatch them before anything could be done to stop her.
"Well, we're about to find out . . ." Prue murmered. She sent the woman flying a good distance away from the little girls. The impact made the woman unfreeze. She jumped to her feet and hissed.
"Don't you hiss at us!" Piper snapped.
"If anyone should be angry, it's us lady!" Phoebe added.
Prue crossed her arms. "Don't try anything stupid. Now who are you?"
The woman laughed bitterly. "You think I would tell you anything, witch?" She snarled viciously.
"If you're smart you will," Phoebe replied, almost as viciously.
The woman smirked. "I'll never tell you anything."
Samantha and Emily unfroze. The little girls blinked. Samantha looked around, then gasped. "Hope?"
One of the women stepped closer. "It's okay. We won't hurt you," She murmured gently. "My name's Piper. These are my sisters, Prue and Phoebe." She pointed at the dark-raven haired girl, Prue, and then the blonde-haired one, Phoebe.
When Samantha said nothing, Piper continued. "Can you tell us your names?"
"I-I'm Samantha a-and this is my sister, Emily."
Piper smiled at them, then glanced uneasily at her sisters. She looked back at the frightened little girls. "Would you like to sit down?" she asked, motioning towards the couch.
Hesitantly, Samantha led Emily to the couch and they sat. Prue, Piper, and Phoebe stood in front of them.
"Can you tell us where you're from?" Phoebe asked.
"W-we're from 1692. From Salem, Massachusetts," Samantha said cautiously.
Prue glanced at her sisters. "The Salem Witch Trials," she repeated, blinking.
Piper cleared her throat. "How did you get here?"
Samantha dug into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. She handed it to Piper, who held it so Prue and Phoebe could see it, too.
"It's a spell to travel forward in time," Prue said, reading the spell to herself.
Phoebe nodded. "Whoever wrote it made it so that whoever read it was sent directly to this time and place."
"But who? Unless the person knew about us somehow?" Piper questioned. She glanced at the little girls. "Who gave this to you?"
"Our mother, Katrina Grover," Samantha said softly.
Piper chewed at her lip, then glanced at her sisters. "Do we know her?"
Prue and Phoebe shook their heads. Piper nodded. "Mmhmm." She put her hands up and froze the room. "Okay, I'm confused."
"How would this Katrina person know us?" Prue asked, eyes narrowed in confusion.
"What if we did it? What if when we went back in time, we affected things and we're like . . .some kind of fairy tale story among witches?" Phoebe suggested.
"Maybe. But that still doesn't explain why these little girls are here," Piper added.
"Unless their mom was accused of practicing the craft?" Prue asked, looking at both her sisters.
"It's possible. I guess we'll have to ask and hope that the girls trust us enough to tell us the truth," Piper said. She lifted her hands up again and the little girls unfroze.
"Can you tell us what happened in your time?" Piper asked gently.
Samantha frowned. She didn't want Emily to know the truth, but she had already seen magic used by the spell. Sighing, Samantha began to tell them everything that had happened, from the moment they had been sent out of the cabin, up until the point when Anne-Marie had told her to use the spell if anything bad happened.
Prue frowned at her sisters. "None of it makes sense, still. I mean, I can understand trying to protect them. And sending them to where they can be most protected. But, how could Katrina have known to send them to us?"
"Well, until we figure this out, I think we should make the girls comfortable," Piper said, arms crossed.
"We're comfortable now," Samantha protested. She didn't like the situation, not at all. She knew that Anne-Marie had said to trust the girls, but this time was so different. And the thought that her mother might be dead . . .She held Emily closer and starred at the three women in front of her.
Piper frowned, then stepped closer. "Look . . .we know this is all a bit, well, weird for you. But that spell that brought you here was written specifically to bring you here, to us. So please, you need to trust us and trust that we won't let anything happen to-"
Piper screamed and was thrown backwards into her sisters. The three of them went flying across the room. They landed on an antique coffee table, which collapsed under their weight and broke into pieces.
"Okay . . .ow!" Prue groaned.
Piper pushed herself up to a sitting position, then helped Prue and Phoebe sit up.
"What the hell was that?!" Phoebe cried.
The girls looked up in time to see a young blonde woman standing behind the sisters. Her clothes were old-fashioned and reminded the sisters of Samantha and Emily's clothes. The woman smirked and stepped closer to the little girls.
"No!" Piper cried. She threw her hands up and froze the woman, then scrambled to her feet. Samantha and Emily froze as well.
Prue and Phoebe stood quickly.
"Who the hell is she?" Phoebe asked, eyes wide. The woman was towering over the girls. If Piper unfroze her, she'd snatch them before anything could be done to stop her.
"Well, we're about to find out . . ." Prue murmered. She sent the woman flying a good distance away from the little girls. The impact made the woman unfreeze. She jumped to her feet and hissed.
"Don't you hiss at us!" Piper snapped.
"If anyone should be angry, it's us lady!" Phoebe added.
Prue crossed her arms. "Don't try anything stupid. Now who are you?"
The woman laughed bitterly. "You think I would tell you anything, witch?" She snarled viciously.
"If you're smart you will," Phoebe replied, almost as viciously.
The woman smirked. "I'll never tell you anything."
Samantha and Emily unfroze. The little girls blinked. Samantha looked around, then gasped. "Hope?"
