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Alison Halliwell stood over the Book, her hands touching the cover. She concentrated on the page she wanted to see, then lifted her hands. The pages turned until the book was open to the time- travel spell.
She took a pen and carefully drew a small triquatra on the page. Then she began to speak the spell on the opposite page.
"Hear these words, hear the rhyme,
Heed the hope within my mind,
Send me back where I will find
What I wish in place and time."
When she finished speaking, the triquatra glowed a bright blue, becoming a tiny time portal. Alison took a deep breath to steady herself, then slipped the letter she had prepared thought he portal. It read:
Dear Chris,
My name is Alison Halliwell. You probably think that I was killed a long time ago, but I wasn't. I have just been hiding so that my father, Wyatt, wouldn't find me. I have invaded and sealed off Halliwell Manor, but I'm not sure how long I can keep up the force- field. Please come back through the portal and help me, I can send you back to the same time you left using time- travel. Please help me. I don't know what to do. I've never fought a war before.
Your niece,
Alison Prudence Halliwell.
P.S. Destroy this letter when you are done reading it. I don't want Wyatt to find it.
* * *
Chris was leafing through the Book of Shadows. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, he just had a feeling something was about to happen, and he wanted to be prepared. He let the Book fall open on two blank pages. He traced the place where the time- travel spell would be in the future. As he thought back to the misery he had been through, a triquatra appeared on the page opposite the one he was looking at. If he remembered correctly, that page was still blank in the future.
A letter rose out of the glowing blue portal. Filled with excitement, Chris pulled it out and studied it. His name was written on the front in ornate script. He slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, watching for bobby- traps. When nothing happened, he unfolded the letter and began to read. As soon as he had finished, he called Phoebe. She came running up the stairs, a bit scared.
"What is it Chris? Is it a demon?"
"No, it's just- can you touch this? See if you get a premonition?"
"Sure," she replied, taking the envelope. She gasped as her mind was flooded with images.
"What did you see?" Chris asked eagerly.
"I saw a girl, maybe fourteen, putting this letter into the book. She was crying. She said, 'Please come.'"
Chris nodded. That settles it. I'm going.
"Well if that's it I have to go now," Phoebe told him.
"What? Oh, sure, yeah. That's all." As soon as she was gone, Chris studied the portal. How was he going to fit through something that small? But he needn't have worried. The portal grew until it was big enough for him to fit through, even though the page hadn't grown. Chris didn't waste time trying to figure out how that worked, he just jumped through.
When Alison saw Chris' head emerging from the portal, she jumped up and helped him out. Chris studied her face carefully.
She had the same eyes that he and Leo and Wyatt had, and he had never seen that shade of blonde hair on a Halliwell, but the set of her jaw, the determination in her eyes, the aura of power around her- she was unmistakably a Halliwell. But there was also sadness, fear, and despair in her eyes. He hated to think about what she must have been through.
"I'm Alison Halliwell," she told him, "Wyatt's daughter."
"I know," he replied. There was an awkward silence.
"So," she said brightly, "What's the plan?"
"Well, we should start by freeing the members of the rebellion; the one's Wyatt kept alive while he looked for a way to drain their powers."
"That makes sense. Ok, I'll practice my powers while you make potions."
She orbed downstairs, and practiced on various statues in the museum. Then she went outside, blowing up and freezing stones to intimidate the demons.
"Lord Wyatt will kill you, witch!" one of the demons screamed out, "You will never get away with this!"
"Oh, shut up," Alison said, rolling her eyes. The demon continued ranting, so she blew him up through the shield. Wow, lucky I didn't freeze him. She still had no control over whether she blew up or froze the demons.
She tried to levitate, but just spun around in the air, quickly freezing the demons. About half of them blew up. She then took a deep breath, and let it out slowly as she sank to the ground. She practiced levitating for an hour until she had it down, then worked on her telekinesis.
"Okay, good enough," she muttered, and orbed back into the house. She reappeared about a foot in the air, floating. She slowly lowered herself to the ground, shaking.
"Okay, good enough, let's go. Are you done with the potions?"
"Uh, yeah, just about. Can you put this into the pot with your telekinesis?"
"What? Oh. Sure," she said, standing a safe distance away. She floated the powder in, and the potion exploded with a bang. Alison bottled it and put about twenty bottles in her bag.
Then Chris orbed them out.
They arrived outside Wyatt's castle. The dark, imposing walls and towers made Alison shiver.
We can do this, she reminded herself "The dungeon is that way," Chris told her, startling her out of her thoughts. She nodded and shimmered them to the spot he was pointing.
"Why not orb?" he asked.
"Orbs can be seen. Besides, I'm not that good at orbing." The section of wall they were staring at looked just like the rest, but Alison could sense the fear and despair emanating from it. As she was about to go in, she burst out laughing. "What is it?" Chris asked her, "Is something wrong?"
"No, it's just that this whole situation would be so hilarious if it wasn't for the whole imminent death thing. I mean, this is the twenty-first century, for heavens sake. What's with the whole medieval gig?"
"I guess that's just how he likes it."
"Okay," Alison said, "I'm going in." Then her body went limp, and she reappeared inside the castle. She was in a cell with a young woman, maybe twenty- five.
"Hi, I'm Alison. We're here to get you out."
"I'm Maka, a witch- whitelighter mix."
"Perfect. Now this is what I need you to do." Alison quickly outlined her plan, "Can you handle it?"
"Yeah, I think so. But what about Alex?
"Alex?"
"He's in solitary, behind that door over there- I won't be able to get a message to him. And the shields on his cell are linked directly to Wyatt."
"Linked directly to Wyatt, huh? I can work with that. I'll get him out, and you and Chris get the others back to the Manor. I'll be back this time tomorrow, kay?"
"All right," Maka said, as Alison orbed out.
Alison Halliwell stood over the Book, her hands touching the cover. She concentrated on the page she wanted to see, then lifted her hands. The pages turned until the book was open to the time- travel spell.
She took a pen and carefully drew a small triquatra on the page. Then she began to speak the spell on the opposite page.
"Hear these words, hear the rhyme,
Heed the hope within my mind,
Send me back where I will find
What I wish in place and time."
When she finished speaking, the triquatra glowed a bright blue, becoming a tiny time portal. Alison took a deep breath to steady herself, then slipped the letter she had prepared thought he portal. It read:
Dear Chris,
My name is Alison Halliwell. You probably think that I was killed a long time ago, but I wasn't. I have just been hiding so that my father, Wyatt, wouldn't find me. I have invaded and sealed off Halliwell Manor, but I'm not sure how long I can keep up the force- field. Please come back through the portal and help me, I can send you back to the same time you left using time- travel. Please help me. I don't know what to do. I've never fought a war before.
Your niece,
Alison Prudence Halliwell.
P.S. Destroy this letter when you are done reading it. I don't want Wyatt to find it.
* * *
Chris was leafing through the Book of Shadows. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, he just had a feeling something was about to happen, and he wanted to be prepared. He let the Book fall open on two blank pages. He traced the place where the time- travel spell would be in the future. As he thought back to the misery he had been through, a triquatra appeared on the page opposite the one he was looking at. If he remembered correctly, that page was still blank in the future.
A letter rose out of the glowing blue portal. Filled with excitement, Chris pulled it out and studied it. His name was written on the front in ornate script. He slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, watching for bobby- traps. When nothing happened, he unfolded the letter and began to read. As soon as he had finished, he called Phoebe. She came running up the stairs, a bit scared.
"What is it Chris? Is it a demon?"
"No, it's just- can you touch this? See if you get a premonition?"
"Sure," she replied, taking the envelope. She gasped as her mind was flooded with images.
"What did you see?" Chris asked eagerly.
"I saw a girl, maybe fourteen, putting this letter into the book. She was crying. She said, 'Please come.'"
Chris nodded. That settles it. I'm going.
"Well if that's it I have to go now," Phoebe told him.
"What? Oh, sure, yeah. That's all." As soon as she was gone, Chris studied the portal. How was he going to fit through something that small? But he needn't have worried. The portal grew until it was big enough for him to fit through, even though the page hadn't grown. Chris didn't waste time trying to figure out how that worked, he just jumped through.
When Alison saw Chris' head emerging from the portal, she jumped up and helped him out. Chris studied her face carefully.
She had the same eyes that he and Leo and Wyatt had, and he had never seen that shade of blonde hair on a Halliwell, but the set of her jaw, the determination in her eyes, the aura of power around her- she was unmistakably a Halliwell. But there was also sadness, fear, and despair in her eyes. He hated to think about what she must have been through.
"I'm Alison Halliwell," she told him, "Wyatt's daughter."
"I know," he replied. There was an awkward silence.
"So," she said brightly, "What's the plan?"
"Well, we should start by freeing the members of the rebellion; the one's Wyatt kept alive while he looked for a way to drain their powers."
"That makes sense. Ok, I'll practice my powers while you make potions."
She orbed downstairs, and practiced on various statues in the museum. Then she went outside, blowing up and freezing stones to intimidate the demons.
"Lord Wyatt will kill you, witch!" one of the demons screamed out, "You will never get away with this!"
"Oh, shut up," Alison said, rolling her eyes. The demon continued ranting, so she blew him up through the shield. Wow, lucky I didn't freeze him. She still had no control over whether she blew up or froze the demons.
She tried to levitate, but just spun around in the air, quickly freezing the demons. About half of them blew up. She then took a deep breath, and let it out slowly as she sank to the ground. She practiced levitating for an hour until she had it down, then worked on her telekinesis.
"Okay, good enough," she muttered, and orbed back into the house. She reappeared about a foot in the air, floating. She slowly lowered herself to the ground, shaking.
"Okay, good enough, let's go. Are you done with the potions?"
"Uh, yeah, just about. Can you put this into the pot with your telekinesis?"
"What? Oh. Sure," she said, standing a safe distance away. She floated the powder in, and the potion exploded with a bang. Alison bottled it and put about twenty bottles in her bag.
Then Chris orbed them out.
They arrived outside Wyatt's castle. The dark, imposing walls and towers made Alison shiver.
We can do this, she reminded herself "The dungeon is that way," Chris told her, startling her out of her thoughts. She nodded and shimmered them to the spot he was pointing.
"Why not orb?" he asked.
"Orbs can be seen. Besides, I'm not that good at orbing." The section of wall they were staring at looked just like the rest, but Alison could sense the fear and despair emanating from it. As she was about to go in, she burst out laughing. "What is it?" Chris asked her, "Is something wrong?"
"No, it's just that this whole situation would be so hilarious if it wasn't for the whole imminent death thing. I mean, this is the twenty-first century, for heavens sake. What's with the whole medieval gig?"
"I guess that's just how he likes it."
"Okay," Alison said, "I'm going in." Then her body went limp, and she reappeared inside the castle. She was in a cell with a young woman, maybe twenty- five.
"Hi, I'm Alison. We're here to get you out."
"I'm Maka, a witch- whitelighter mix."
"Perfect. Now this is what I need you to do." Alison quickly outlined her plan, "Can you handle it?"
"Yeah, I think so. But what about Alex?
"Alex?"
"He's in solitary, behind that door over there- I won't be able to get a message to him. And the shields on his cell are linked directly to Wyatt."
"Linked directly to Wyatt, huh? I can work with that. I'll get him out, and you and Chris get the others back to the Manor. I'll be back this time tomorrow, kay?"
"All right," Maka said, as Alison orbed out.