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Phoebe runs recklessly through the tangles of bushes, crunching the twigs beneath her feet as she goes along. I struggle to match her pace, panting and sweating. How far are we going into this mess of trees? Why the heck would Piper drive her car all the way out here?
"Wait up!" I call, my lungs tearing for air. My shoelaces are coming untied and I trip, falling flat on my face. I spit out the dirt.
"We're here," says Phoebe as a-matter-of-factly.
I look up, realizing that that dirt in my mouth may have been a blessing—I landed literally an inch away from the hard, cement sidewalk. Phoebe offers me her hand and I gratefully accept it, standing up and brushing the dirt off of my pants. "Ow," I groan.
"You should thank me, I just spared you of your first kiss & ride humiliation fest. Ah, here's Piper. PIPER, OVER HERE! WE BEAT YOU!"
I survey the area—we're at a high school! The building is gigantic, and there are students swarming around the grounds everywhere. It's fascinating, and I know right away that this is where I'll go in two or three years.
"Move it, mud face," some boy on a skateboard taunts me as he rolls past, full of himself. I see him wink at a girl a couple feet away, but she twists up her face in disgust. I grin, and she laughs when she catches sight of my expression.
"Egotistic freak," she giggles. "Never go near them."
By now, Piper's pulled up. "How'd you beat me?" she demanded when Phoebe opened up the door. "Not fair! Hey Paige–nice to see you again. Are you coming home with us? It's about time Phoebe brought home someone decent. Buckle up, I like going fast!"
Now that I'm closer to Piper, I snatch a glance at her face through the rearview mirror. She looks just like Phoebe. She looks just like...me. After a while she seemed to notice it too, but didn't say anything, just stared at me during stoplights.
"Here we are," she announces. We've pulled up to a large manor with old windows and construction. It's a beautiful old house, one that you wouldn't expect to see here in San Francisco. "The door's unlocked, you two go ahead. I have to clean out the car before Grams sees it."
"Oooh, Piper forgot to get her stuff from her last date out of the trunk!" Phoebe teased.
'Aw, c'mon Piper, was dating Sean worth it?' I almost say, but keep in my head. Where did that come from? I don't even know a Sean, and I've never met Piper before now. It was almost like we knew each other—only she didn't know me.
"Yo, Paige—c'mon, what are you waiting for? Homework's a-calling."
"R-right."
"What's up with you, sleepyhead?" Phoebe asks, opening the door to the house. "You look as if you've seen a ghost!" I shake my head for no. "Okay, then, do you want to go upstairs? I got this séance thing for my birthday, it's supposed to tell the deepest, darkest secret ever kept from you." She laughed. "Not that it'll work, but still...why not?"
"Sure," I agree. Anything to keep my mind off of what just happened inside my brain...
Before I know it, she's set up candles on her bedroom floor. "We do it both at the same time. Apparently a 'silver light' will 'appear out of nowhere' in front of us revealing the 'secret' in either sight or sound. Wonder what that means? Oh well, it won't work, it's for fun. Anyways, you sit here in the triquetra and I'll sit here. Ready?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"Okay." Phoebe takes a deep breath and starts to recite something that sounds more like gibberish than understandable language. "Now, close your eyes..."
This is crazy, Phoebe's crazy. But I can't stop thinking about Piper...in my frustration I open my eyes—then gasp. I want to scream but something in my voice box is choking it back. Phoebe's opened her eyes to see one, too...
There are two identical silver beams of light hovering in front of both of us. We look at each other in shock, unable to utter a single sound. Before we can fully react, the two beams merge together, making the entire room burst with the shining light. I gasp as a scene unfolds before our eyes.
"I don't want to let go of the baby," a brown haired woman cried.
A man by her side gently pried the baby from her arms. "We can't put her in danger. Besides, Prue and Piper and Phoebe have already created the Power of Three. Someday we'll find her again, I promise. But for now...we leave her."
"She'll never remember us, never trust us when she's all grown up. How do you expect her to believe in the Craft after leaving her with adoptive parents after eighteen years?"
"We won't worry about that now."
The woman sighed, taking the baby back and kissing her forehead. "The note I left...gave her real name. I don't want it to change. If she knows that she's Paige Matthews and that her parents' names are Patty and Sam, then maybe it'll be easier for her to accept that she's a witch."
"How will we tell the girls?"
"We'll never tell them," the woman snapped, "at least not until it's time. Victor may not be my husband but he's still their father. If they ever find out about Paige, they'll know you're her father...and that I met another man."
The woman muffled a sob, and placed the baby on the step. "This is the beginning of a new life for you, little Paige. May we meet again someday."
Before we finish the scene, the door bursts open. "Phoebe!" An older woman shrieks. "What are you doing?!"
The scene fades and I shiver. This woman is vaguely familiar, but I don't know where from. Maybe...
Wait—what in the hell just happened? We sit in silence, though the older woman stand with lips pursed at the doorway. That...was Patty Halliwell and Sam Matthews. My parents...that baby is—was?—me. They talked about—witchcraft? Piper? Prue? Phoebe? Those names...are Phoebe's and her sisters...who all look eerily just like me.
How the heck did we even see all that crap?
"Grams..." Phoebe stutters. "Uh, the séance...Paige, are you okay?"
I quickly make a beeline for my school things and rush to the door. "Sorry, I have to go," I lie in my haste, "uh, my mom has this super dorky meeting and I'm supposed to cook dinner. Bye, see ya tomorrow!"
"Wait!"
I turn to see the older woman, hands on her hips, staring desperately at me from the stairway. "Wait, I need to talk to you. What did you see?"
"Why do YOU wanna know?" Phoebe demands.
"Shush, Phoebe. I have to know because this is very important...your name is Paige, right honey? Paige Matthews?"
"Yeah." I slowly let go of my backpack and let it slide to the floor. "How'd you know my name?"
"Oh, dear," she frets. "We have a bit of a problem. You just saw...Patty and Samuel, didn't you? Come here, come with me. There are a lot of things I need to tell you about before something could happen that will separate you all again. Phoebe, get your sisters and meet me in the attic."
"Alright-y, then." Phoebe smirks, then hollers and the top of her lungs, "PRUE! PIPER! GET YOUR BUTTS INTO THE ATTIC, NOW!"
Grams gives her the eye. "That was really unnecessary, you know."
Now—where have I heard that voice before?
a/n Sorry this chapter is so short, I've gotten a bit busy
Phoebe runs recklessly through the tangles of bushes, crunching the twigs beneath her feet as she goes along. I struggle to match her pace, panting and sweating. How far are we going into this mess of trees? Why the heck would Piper drive her car all the way out here?
"Wait up!" I call, my lungs tearing for air. My shoelaces are coming untied and I trip, falling flat on my face. I spit out the dirt.
"We're here," says Phoebe as a-matter-of-factly.
I look up, realizing that that dirt in my mouth may have been a blessing—I landed literally an inch away from the hard, cement sidewalk. Phoebe offers me her hand and I gratefully accept it, standing up and brushing the dirt off of my pants. "Ow," I groan.
"You should thank me, I just spared you of your first kiss & ride humiliation fest. Ah, here's Piper. PIPER, OVER HERE! WE BEAT YOU!"
I survey the area—we're at a high school! The building is gigantic, and there are students swarming around the grounds everywhere. It's fascinating, and I know right away that this is where I'll go in two or three years.
"Move it, mud face," some boy on a skateboard taunts me as he rolls past, full of himself. I see him wink at a girl a couple feet away, but she twists up her face in disgust. I grin, and she laughs when she catches sight of my expression.
"Egotistic freak," she giggles. "Never go near them."
By now, Piper's pulled up. "How'd you beat me?" she demanded when Phoebe opened up the door. "Not fair! Hey Paige–nice to see you again. Are you coming home with us? It's about time Phoebe brought home someone decent. Buckle up, I like going fast!"
Now that I'm closer to Piper, I snatch a glance at her face through the rearview mirror. She looks just like Phoebe. She looks just like...me. After a while she seemed to notice it too, but didn't say anything, just stared at me during stoplights.
"Here we are," she announces. We've pulled up to a large manor with old windows and construction. It's a beautiful old house, one that you wouldn't expect to see here in San Francisco. "The door's unlocked, you two go ahead. I have to clean out the car before Grams sees it."
"Oooh, Piper forgot to get her stuff from her last date out of the trunk!" Phoebe teased.
'Aw, c'mon Piper, was dating Sean worth it?' I almost say, but keep in my head. Where did that come from? I don't even know a Sean, and I've never met Piper before now. It was almost like we knew each other—only she didn't know me.
"Yo, Paige—c'mon, what are you waiting for? Homework's a-calling."
"R-right."
"What's up with you, sleepyhead?" Phoebe asks, opening the door to the house. "You look as if you've seen a ghost!" I shake my head for no. "Okay, then, do you want to go upstairs? I got this séance thing for my birthday, it's supposed to tell the deepest, darkest secret ever kept from you." She laughed. "Not that it'll work, but still...why not?"
"Sure," I agree. Anything to keep my mind off of what just happened inside my brain...
Before I know it, she's set up candles on her bedroom floor. "We do it both at the same time. Apparently a 'silver light' will 'appear out of nowhere' in front of us revealing the 'secret' in either sight or sound. Wonder what that means? Oh well, it won't work, it's for fun. Anyways, you sit here in the triquetra and I'll sit here. Ready?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"Okay." Phoebe takes a deep breath and starts to recite something that sounds more like gibberish than understandable language. "Now, close your eyes..."
This is crazy, Phoebe's crazy. But I can't stop thinking about Piper...in my frustration I open my eyes—then gasp. I want to scream but something in my voice box is choking it back. Phoebe's opened her eyes to see one, too...
There are two identical silver beams of light hovering in front of both of us. We look at each other in shock, unable to utter a single sound. Before we can fully react, the two beams merge together, making the entire room burst with the shining light. I gasp as a scene unfolds before our eyes.
"I don't want to let go of the baby," a brown haired woman cried.
A man by her side gently pried the baby from her arms. "We can't put her in danger. Besides, Prue and Piper and Phoebe have already created the Power of Three. Someday we'll find her again, I promise. But for now...we leave her."
"She'll never remember us, never trust us when she's all grown up. How do you expect her to believe in the Craft after leaving her with adoptive parents after eighteen years?"
"We won't worry about that now."
The woman sighed, taking the baby back and kissing her forehead. "The note I left...gave her real name. I don't want it to change. If she knows that she's Paige Matthews and that her parents' names are Patty and Sam, then maybe it'll be easier for her to accept that she's a witch."
"How will we tell the girls?"
"We'll never tell them," the woman snapped, "at least not until it's time. Victor may not be my husband but he's still their father. If they ever find out about Paige, they'll know you're her father...and that I met another man."
The woman muffled a sob, and placed the baby on the step. "This is the beginning of a new life for you, little Paige. May we meet again someday."
Before we finish the scene, the door bursts open. "Phoebe!" An older woman shrieks. "What are you doing?!"
The scene fades and I shiver. This woman is vaguely familiar, but I don't know where from. Maybe...
Wait—what in the hell just happened? We sit in silence, though the older woman stand with lips pursed at the doorway. That...was Patty Halliwell and Sam Matthews. My parents...that baby is—was?—me. They talked about—witchcraft? Piper? Prue? Phoebe? Those names...are Phoebe's and her sisters...who all look eerily just like me.
How the heck did we even see all that crap?
"Grams..." Phoebe stutters. "Uh, the séance...Paige, are you okay?"
I quickly make a beeline for my school things and rush to the door. "Sorry, I have to go," I lie in my haste, "uh, my mom has this super dorky meeting and I'm supposed to cook dinner. Bye, see ya tomorrow!"
"Wait!"
I turn to see the older woman, hands on her hips, staring desperately at me from the stairway. "Wait, I need to talk to you. What did you see?"
"Why do YOU wanna know?" Phoebe demands.
"Shush, Phoebe. I have to know because this is very important...your name is Paige, right honey? Paige Matthews?"
"Yeah." I slowly let go of my backpack and let it slide to the floor. "How'd you know my name?"
"Oh, dear," she frets. "We have a bit of a problem. You just saw...Patty and Samuel, didn't you? Come here, come with me. There are a lot of things I need to tell you about before something could happen that will separate you all again. Phoebe, get your sisters and meet me in the attic."
"Alright-y, then." Phoebe smirks, then hollers and the top of her lungs, "PRUE! PIPER! GET YOUR BUTTS INTO THE ATTIC, NOW!"
Grams gives her the eye. "That was really unnecessary, you know."
Now—where have I heard that voice before?
a/n Sorry this chapter is so short, I've gotten a bit busy