Chapter Thirteen: Father's and Spells
Piper paced around the kitchen, trying to think of what she was going to do. Both Paige and Leo had told her to stay in one place, but so far she wasn't one for following directions. She needed to get to the others, but her dilemma was how she was supposed to get to them. Unlike her youngest sister and husband, Piper did not have the ability to transport herself from one place to another by simply thinking of it.
The thought of using her youngest son crossed her mind, but there was no way she was going to put him in the same danger his brother was in. There was no way she could call Leo or Paige; technically Leo didn't even know she was back at the Manor. Her mind filling with improbable possibilities, Piper turned at the sound of footsteps.
"Piper, when did you get home?"
"Dad," Piper all but whispered.
"I thought I heard Leo say something about you still being at the club?"
"I was, only because I had to clean up after the demon," she lied. "The workers were still there and everything was a mess and I was supposed to meet everyone back here, but they left without me. Not that I blame them, I want my son back too."
Sighing, Piper prayed that her father bought what she had told him. She was stunned, though, to see him there. He had left her and her sisters when they were young and was not much of a factor in their lives. Piper was glad to know that Victor would be there for his family in the future.
"They left just a moment ago," Victor said, as he took his daughter's hand. Leading her to the conservatory, he pointed to a map. "Phoebe did that thing with the map and crystal to find Wyatt and she and Leo waited for Paige to get back so they could leave."
Piper looked at the map. What did Victor mean about a thing with a crystal?
"I'm not sure the crystal is in the same place, but if you pick it up and think of Wyatt, can't it show you where he is? That's what you always do when you look for someone. That, or you could write a spell. Aren't you good at that?"
Victor turned to Piper and watched her. She stood silently for a few moments as she tried to think of what to do. A spell? That shouldn't be that hard to write, if she was a witch, all she would have to do would be to come up with a few lines that rhymed and poof, it would work. Right?
"Piper?"
"Yeah," she said, jumping out of her dream-like state. "I can write a spell and be there in no time."
Nodding, Victor heard a cry from upstairs and began to walk away. He stopped, though, and reached into his pocket. Holding out his hand to Piper, he gave her two small bottles with a red liquid inside it. Piper took them, not knowing what they were.
"In case there isn't enough potion to go around to kill the demons," Victor said, answering Piper's silent question. "There are another two upstairs just in case a few decide to show up here, but I think Chris and I can handle them. I've gotten to be pretty good at this demon vanquishing stuff."
"Thanks dad."
"The baby's crying so I better get up there. Be careful, okay?"
"I will."
Watching him leave, Piper smiled at the thoughtfulness of her father, but her ease did not last long. Remembering the map and crystal, Piper wondered if it would be a good idea to try it out, but even if she found the others, how would she get there? It was as she was thinking this that she saw scraps of paper with Phoebe's writing all over them. They were the beginnings of spells.
"A spell," she said to herself. "I can write one and it'll take me right to them."
Picking up a piece of paper, Piper read two lines:
Hear these words, hear the rhyme
Heed the hope within my mind
"That seems like a good start, considering I have never written a spell before. I just need to think of two more lines..."
Gripping the potion bottles in her hands, Piper thought as hard as she could. Thinking that she had finally come up with something that might work, she repeated the two opening lines and stammered out two more, hoping that everything worked.
"Hear these words, hear the rhyme Heed the hope within my mind To find my son taken from me His location known, so mote it be"
There was a sudden gust of wind and before Piper knew it she was no longer standing in the conservatory of the Manor. Her new surroundings were dark and dusty and she seemed to be alone. That was, until she heard a familiar voice call out to her.
"Mom!"
Piper paced around the kitchen, trying to think of what she was going to do. Both Paige and Leo had told her to stay in one place, but so far she wasn't one for following directions. She needed to get to the others, but her dilemma was how she was supposed to get to them. Unlike her youngest sister and husband, Piper did not have the ability to transport herself from one place to another by simply thinking of it.
The thought of using her youngest son crossed her mind, but there was no way she was going to put him in the same danger his brother was in. There was no way she could call Leo or Paige; technically Leo didn't even know she was back at the Manor. Her mind filling with improbable possibilities, Piper turned at the sound of footsteps.
"Piper, when did you get home?"
"Dad," Piper all but whispered.
"I thought I heard Leo say something about you still being at the club?"
"I was, only because I had to clean up after the demon," she lied. "The workers were still there and everything was a mess and I was supposed to meet everyone back here, but they left without me. Not that I blame them, I want my son back too."
Sighing, Piper prayed that her father bought what she had told him. She was stunned, though, to see him there. He had left her and her sisters when they were young and was not much of a factor in their lives. Piper was glad to know that Victor would be there for his family in the future.
"They left just a moment ago," Victor said, as he took his daughter's hand. Leading her to the conservatory, he pointed to a map. "Phoebe did that thing with the map and crystal to find Wyatt and she and Leo waited for Paige to get back so they could leave."
Piper looked at the map. What did Victor mean about a thing with a crystal?
"I'm not sure the crystal is in the same place, but if you pick it up and think of Wyatt, can't it show you where he is? That's what you always do when you look for someone. That, or you could write a spell. Aren't you good at that?"
Victor turned to Piper and watched her. She stood silently for a few moments as she tried to think of what to do. A spell? That shouldn't be that hard to write, if she was a witch, all she would have to do would be to come up with a few lines that rhymed and poof, it would work. Right?
"Piper?"
"Yeah," she said, jumping out of her dream-like state. "I can write a spell and be there in no time."
Nodding, Victor heard a cry from upstairs and began to walk away. He stopped, though, and reached into his pocket. Holding out his hand to Piper, he gave her two small bottles with a red liquid inside it. Piper took them, not knowing what they were.
"In case there isn't enough potion to go around to kill the demons," Victor said, answering Piper's silent question. "There are another two upstairs just in case a few decide to show up here, but I think Chris and I can handle them. I've gotten to be pretty good at this demon vanquishing stuff."
"Thanks dad."
"The baby's crying so I better get up there. Be careful, okay?"
"I will."
Watching him leave, Piper smiled at the thoughtfulness of her father, but her ease did not last long. Remembering the map and crystal, Piper wondered if it would be a good idea to try it out, but even if she found the others, how would she get there? It was as she was thinking this that she saw scraps of paper with Phoebe's writing all over them. They were the beginnings of spells.
"A spell," she said to herself. "I can write one and it'll take me right to them."
Picking up a piece of paper, Piper read two lines:
Hear these words, hear the rhyme
Heed the hope within my mind
"That seems like a good start, considering I have never written a spell before. I just need to think of two more lines..."
Gripping the potion bottles in her hands, Piper thought as hard as she could. Thinking that she had finally come up with something that might work, she repeated the two opening lines and stammered out two more, hoping that everything worked.
"Hear these words, hear the rhyme Heed the hope within my mind To find my son taken from me His location known, so mote it be"
There was a sudden gust of wind and before Piper knew it she was no longer standing in the conservatory of the Manor. Her new surroundings were dark and dusty and she seemed to be alone. That was, until she heard a familiar voice call out to her.
"Mom!"