Mwahahahahaha!!!! I'm back, and writing!

Oh, and I meant poetic license. Sorry, for all those arty people who got offended.

Leo fell to the ground next to Phoebe and forced his magic into her body. His magic hit a wall like it had in Paige, a solid mass of foreign magic. He battered at the wall, blue light flaring around both himself and Phoebe. He could feel her heart beating like it was his own, and felt the blood rushing through her veins. But his magic could not reach the sickness that was deeply rooted in her lungs. Phoebe's body couldn't take so much magic and began to twitch. Withdrawing his magic quickly, He staggered and nearly collapsed next to his charge. He stayed on his knees, gasping for some time.

"Piper." He called, voice weak. No answer. "Piper!" He yelled. A clatter in the kitchen and Piper stormed up the stairs, looking as though she was about to murder someone. She stopped dead when she saw them. "Oh my God! Phoebe! Leo what happened?!" She rushed over and knelt beside her sister. Leo lurched to his feet. "I tell you in a second. Just help me carry her to a bed." Together they managed to heave her into their room and place her on the bed. Phoebe stirred when she hit the mattress. "...huh?... Was I always here? Wait...This isn't my room." She muttered, looking around, confused. She was trembling. Piper leant over her, worry in every line of her face. Leo collapsed into a chair. Phoebe looked up at her, her eyes far too bright. "Piper? Why am I in your room?"

"Err..."

"Just Lie here for a bit, Phoebe" Said Leo tiredly. Phoeb muddled and fell asleep. Piper shook her head and went over to her husband

"What's wrong with her? Did you heal her?". Leo shook his head in frustration. "I don't know what's wrong with her, or Paige, or Cole. I can't heal any off them. There's something blocking my magic. I can't get around it."

"How hard have you tried?" asked Piper coldly. She knew she was being sharp, but she was so worried she couldn't care less. Leo looked up at her, slightly hurt at her tone. "I nearly collapsed trying to heal her. She's got Pneumonia."

"What!? When'd she get that?" Piper stared at him, horrified. She started towards the door. "I'm calling an ambulance."

"No, Piper. It won't help. The disease is magical." Piper turned back to look at him, feeling helpless. "Then what do we do?" she asked him, nearly pleading. She couldn't stand this. Paige was throwing up everything she had ever eaten next door, Cole was turning increasingly disturbing shades of yellow and Phoebe had pneumonia. Leo sighed, and stood up. "Look in the book of shadows for magical illnesses. I'll go and talk to one of the whitelighters. He said something about magical illness a while ago. He might know what this is." Leo orbed out, and Piper could have sworn he was slower than usual.

Piper checked on the other "Patients" before going to check the Book of Shadows. Paige was sleeping, still flushed, though now there was a white area around her mouth. Cole was awake. When she asked him how he felt, he said, "Like I've been injected with a bone melting potion." Piper exited quickly. He was looking grumpy. She headed up to the book of shadows, but was too tired to go through a little less than half the book. The only magical disease that might have matched only matched Paige's symptoms.

Piper peeked round the doors of her friends, making sure nothing terrible was happening. Phoebe was sleeping, though her breathing was shallow. Piper tucked her in and left her there. Cole had fallen asleep too, and Paige hadn't even twitched since the last time she had looked. Piper sighed, then went to grab a cushion and a quilt, and headed for the last available sleeping place. The sofa. She resigned herself to a long and uncomfortable night.

Piper awoke, not knowing where she was. Then she remembered. Groaning, she rolled off the sofa (onto the hard floor), and went to see how everyone had coped in the night. Cole was looking yellow and holding his head when Piper looked round the door. "How are you feeling?" She asked, a little apprehensive. He had been crabby since the previous day. He looked up and winced. "My head and bones hurt." He moaned. This rather pitiful display made Piper even more anxious. Not much could make a demon like Cole moan like that. She promised to make him a pain-easing potion, then went to check on Paige. Very bad. She was awake, and looking at her skin in a sort of surprised horror. She was covered in a rash of small red spots. "My skin has gone all weird." Paige informed Piper, sounding slightly panicked. "And it hurts when I move. Why can't Leo heal me?" Piper sat on the bed next to her, taking a deep breath. "Leo says the illness is magical, and it blocks his magic. His gone to ask one of his whitelighter friends about it. Paige didn't look much happier. She scratched her leg absently then realized what she was doing and pulled her hand away sharply. Paige yawned as Piper got up to leave, and Piper did a double take.

"Hey, stick out your tonuge"

"Why?"

"Just show me." Paige stuck out her tongue. It had the color and texture of a strawberry. Piper winced, then told her to rest, leaving Paige to rush to the mirror. Piper went to see Phoebe, slightly apprehensive. She was still sleeping, though her lips looked less blue. Piper sighed, happy that someone looked better, then noticed something yellow glitter in the sun. Frowning, she went and looked. It was the little scale she had found yesterday. And forgotten about. Piper picked it up, then hurried upstairs.

It took awhile to find the thing the scale belonged to. It wasn't a dragon. Their scales had little hooks at the end (according to the book. Piper hadn't seen one since they were relatively extinct now). And it wasn't any type of demon. Then, on the third last entry in the Book of Shadows, She found it.

Wyverns. There was a picture of what looked like a legless dragon.

Wyverns are a rare breed of creature, not being dragon nor snake. It is believed they were created as a hybrid between dragons and some unknown creature that has become extinct.

Wyverns are very dangerous for two reasons. One, they are very hostile and will kill anything that annoys them. Two, as fledglings, the young have the ability to spread disease as a protection mechanism. They spread it by a yellow fog that comes from the mouth, much like flame from a dragon. This disease, in non-magic creatures, simply speeds up a disease that was already there. But in magic creatures the effects can be devastating. The disease is simply a random choosing and is firmly rooted. Whitelighters/darklighters or potions cannot heal it. In whitelighters/darklighters the diseases manifests itself as a sort of magical leech that drains their power to a minimum, where they in turn are infected by sickness. The only known cure is a potion with the following ingredients:

A tooth from the Wyvern that caused the disease

Onyx

Mandragora root

Note- Wyverns, if hatched from the egg, can be trained as pets until they reach adolescence, when they tend to resent your authority and leave home.

Piper stared at the page. They were in very big trouble.

Finished that chapter! If I don't get reviews I won't keep going. Well, I probably will, but what the hell. Idle threats are fun.