Well, he'd fallen for it, and Mahina now had her book; unfortunately, he
had also given her a time limit of seven days. Seven days, and then he
would come, kill his brother himself, and make her watch every last second.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped away from the window, and walked towards
what had once been a spectacular altar.
Unfortunately, the years Wyatt Halliwell had been in control had degraded the room, as well as the rest of her house. The last time Mahina had even stepped in the room was when he had taken her book, and killed her last remaining sister; that was nearly half a year ago, and Mahina could remember it like it was yesterday. That was the moment that kept her going now.
Halliwell Manor and the past, Mahina told herself, here I come... She had taken the last few days, as she planned, to prepare the supplies she would need. In Halliwell manor the supplies had been plentiful, but this was a house which Wyatt ransacked because it wasn't where he would be. Luckily, her sisters and mother had managed to squirrel away some things that were hidden from even him. Clearing her throat, she lit the silver pillar candles, some honeysuckle and lotus incense, and placed her family's book on a low table in front of her.
Eyes closed in deep concentration, she tried to channel what she was aiming for; the year two-thousand and four, she had to get there... Mahina opened her eyes, ready to begin. She ran her hands over the spell she intended to cast, remembering the last time she'd said it; Christopher Perry Halliwell was going to be glad she came, and rue the day she did - all at the same time. Enough of this, she thought, and back to business. With her clear, loud voice, Mahina recited the time travel spell:
Here these words, here the rhyme.
Heed the hope within my mind.
Send me back to where I'll find,
What I wish in place and time.
In all honestly, Mahina had her doubts about her success in casting this spell; after all, the last time she HAD happened to cast it, a Halliwell had been present. And for a moment, she didn't think it would work, but Mahina kept focusing her power, taking from the book and everything that was still good that was around her. It was very faint, but she could even hear the voices of the women who had come before her, the ones who had died because warlocks and demons had come after them; Mahina heard Wyatt's mother and her sisters, giving strength even from their place on the other side of the veil. Then Mahina felt a shift and was drifting, hearing a soft jingle to it. When she opened her eyes, she was somewhere else; and it appeared to be Halliwell Manor... before it became a dark, evil place. "Oh goddess," she whispered, "It worked, it actually worked." She was in Halliwell Manor, and it was bright and sunny, nothing like she was used to recently.
Mahina got up from where she was kneeling, steadying herself so as not to fall over, and orbed to the bay window. The house across the street, it was for sale. Her mother hadn't moved back to San Francisco yet, Wyatt must not be very old, and.... "Ahem..." Standing in front of her, in the doorway to the attic in Halliwell Manor, was one very aggravated looking Piper Halliwell; also, she was alive, but that took a second seat to the aggravation. "I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore..." were the only words that Mahina could manage to get out of her mouth, before Piper raised her hands and held them in a 'I'm going to blow you up' position. "Damn right you aren't, but who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"
Unfortunately, the years Wyatt Halliwell had been in control had degraded the room, as well as the rest of her house. The last time Mahina had even stepped in the room was when he had taken her book, and killed her last remaining sister; that was nearly half a year ago, and Mahina could remember it like it was yesterday. That was the moment that kept her going now.
Halliwell Manor and the past, Mahina told herself, here I come... She had taken the last few days, as she planned, to prepare the supplies she would need. In Halliwell manor the supplies had been plentiful, but this was a house which Wyatt ransacked because it wasn't where he would be. Luckily, her sisters and mother had managed to squirrel away some things that were hidden from even him. Clearing her throat, she lit the silver pillar candles, some honeysuckle and lotus incense, and placed her family's book on a low table in front of her.
Eyes closed in deep concentration, she tried to channel what she was aiming for; the year two-thousand and four, she had to get there... Mahina opened her eyes, ready to begin. She ran her hands over the spell she intended to cast, remembering the last time she'd said it; Christopher Perry Halliwell was going to be glad she came, and rue the day she did - all at the same time. Enough of this, she thought, and back to business. With her clear, loud voice, Mahina recited the time travel spell:
Here these words, here the rhyme.
Heed the hope within my mind.
Send me back to where I'll find,
What I wish in place and time.
In all honestly, Mahina had her doubts about her success in casting this spell; after all, the last time she HAD happened to cast it, a Halliwell had been present. And for a moment, she didn't think it would work, but Mahina kept focusing her power, taking from the book and everything that was still good that was around her. It was very faint, but she could even hear the voices of the women who had come before her, the ones who had died because warlocks and demons had come after them; Mahina heard Wyatt's mother and her sisters, giving strength even from their place on the other side of the veil. Then Mahina felt a shift and was drifting, hearing a soft jingle to it. When she opened her eyes, she was somewhere else; and it appeared to be Halliwell Manor... before it became a dark, evil place. "Oh goddess," she whispered, "It worked, it actually worked." She was in Halliwell Manor, and it was bright and sunny, nothing like she was used to recently.
Mahina got up from where she was kneeling, steadying herself so as not to fall over, and orbed to the bay window. The house across the street, it was for sale. Her mother hadn't moved back to San Francisco yet, Wyatt must not be very old, and.... "Ahem..." Standing in front of her, in the doorway to the attic in Halliwell Manor, was one very aggravated looking Piper Halliwell; also, she was alive, but that took a second seat to the aggravation. "I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore..." were the only words that Mahina could manage to get out of her mouth, before Piper raised her hands and held them in a 'I'm going to blow you up' position. "Damn right you aren't, but who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"
