The sisters reached the attic just as Leo orbed in to answer their call, his blue orbs mingling with the summer sunshine. His insides inadvertently flipped when he saw Piper, glowing with the sun and new motherhood. He wished things had been sorted out between them, that he could hold her in his arms again for eternity. But he knew that the time hadn't come yet, he couldn't hurt Piper anymore, so he'd have to keep his love and own hurt locked away and continue to be there for the family whenever they needed him and stepping away if she wanted, taking hope where he could. Instead he focused his mind on the problem at hand, seeing the worry etched on the two faces he knew so well.
There was no clue as to what had occurred in what they told; the story covering Paige's alteration and her vanishing into the mirror held no significance to Leo, there was no hint of what Paige may have become, or how her reflection had reached out of the mirror to her. Instinctively the trio turned to the Book of Shadows, hoping to draw some answers from the thick pages, their feel and texture vaguely reassuring to the touch. As Phoebe touched the Book however, the pages turned rapidly, as though moved by a wind rushing through the attic, though they felt no breeze themselves, and when the leaves of the magical volume came to rest, it was open once more at the page that their younger sister had seen change the night before, the heading clear and sharp against the old paper.
"What's The Silence? I don't remember this entry..."
As they stood there, confused by what they saw, not understanding where the inscription had come from, the page began to glow beneath their hands and, swirling and dancing across the page in silver ink, appeared these words...
'Quies' sumus
divinitatemque in nobis manis tenemus.
silentium nostrum est
aeternitatique defendatur.
initio temporis fiebamus
adque finitum erimus.
vobis petere nos non est.
cavete – deficemus.
silentium nostrum est
"Leo? What does it mean?"
The angel began to make out the Latin, stumbling slightly here and there, for although it was expected for an Elder to know the ancient language, the time spent with his family and protecting Wyatt had prevented him from feeling at ease with it as quickly as he could have. Soon however, he could tell the expectant sisters, growing impatient with their own lack of ability to translate the script themselves, the meaning held secret there;
"We are 'The Quiet'
And we hold great power in our hands.
The Silence is ours
And will be protected for eternity.
We were made at the beginning of time
And will exist until the end.
It is not for you to seek us
Beware – you will fail.
The Silence is ours"