Title: Same Arrow, Same Target.
Author: Wicked R/Katinka
Disclaimers: characters and the universe belong to the WB. Doesn't matter, I'd only want Cole to be mine anyway. The character of Cole's sister was created to the likeliness of my friend, Kati.
Rating: PG.
Genre: Supernatural/Romance.
Summary/Set: The sisters have to prevent Wyatt from becoming evil. A spell tells them the answer lies with a little girl in Hungary.
The chestnut horse whinnied as his rider urged him with her thighs down the hill and into the wide green valley. Her brown, wavy long hair was streaming behind her as she and her horse dashed across the open, green valley. It was an unbelievably secluded spot in the middle of Europe, at the north side of Hungary, back where she felt she belonged after having spent a hundred years venturing all over the world. She couldn't settle down at her birthplace, the modern world left its prints there and it wouldn't have been safe anymore. Besides, the legend of her birth could still have been remembered there. But she was born not far from there, in a tiny village in the mountains, where her mother spend her pregnancy, keeping secret from the demonic world that she was pregnant with a human's baby.
The horse picked his way around bushes and in between majestic trees growing along the side of the small waterfall and the following little, but deep lake and she let him. There was no hurry, no exact destination and it was her favourite place too with the old stone and wood statue, print of ancient people that died long before her time. That was the only thing that reminded her of the passage of the time in that timeless place. The only aim she wanted to connect with was for her arrow, not for herself, for it to follow the dozen others she released from horseback into a wooden target in the distance, next to the trees. When in shooting distance, she lifted her bow, knocking the first arrow. The woman, only in her twenties for the mortal eye, leisurely pulled back the string and let loose. The arrow flew through the air and planted itself in the bull's eye. Her second arrow came to rest as perfectly in the target as the first one. She carefully focused on her third shot. She felt pleasantly in control and one with the universe as it left her bow, but suddenly the air started shimmering right in front of her, on the course of the bow. Never a good sign, shimmering. She had successfully escaped the demon world for decades at a time, enjoying the privacy and the natural splendour of locations like Mongolia and Transylvania for the last hundred years where the rich vegetation, together with the shelter of caves, provided the conditions for her to disappear. And even when some demon showed up, her archery skills and her special hand made arrows proved useful. Her eyes widened slightly as the arrow made contact with the man that materialised at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
"What the hell!" Cole looked down at the black arrow with white feathers and a sign under the feathers that looked like a bird, but reminded him of a letter in some ancient language. He contemplated the existence of the arrow in his chest, but as he didn't see any blood coming out of his wound and felt no pain at all, he decided to yank the arrow out of his body. The hole the arrow made, closed immediately, leaving just his green shirt torn.
The woman dismounted, her heart pounding in annoyance. The view she chose this place to live at for, didn't have its usual relaxing effect. Normally she'd take pleasure in the colours of the spring and the smoke rising from the farmhouses scattered few and far between. But not when her brother, who she didn't see for over a hundred years just showed up out of the blue. Literally. She walked towards him, taking her arrow out of his hand and scrutinising it herself, "it didn't kill you," she concluded.
"Was it supposed to?"
"It's supposed to kill evil demons. Do you remember when we were children and I didn't have any active powers? Or we couldn't figure it out what they were. That was because I didn't have any evil powers. But now I know that I'm capable of making arrows that harm no humans, or animals. That is my power. I somehow become one with the arrow and my essence flows into it and makes it kill evil demons. But you're not evil."
"Does that surprise you?"
"Last time I saw you," she shrugged, "you were making plans with the brotherhood about bringing back the institution of slavery. Yes, it surprises me."
"Well, you're not the only one. Katinka, I know we didn't have the best sibling relationship known to mankind, although it wasn't bad if we talk about the demon kind, but I need your help. It's a long story, but I have a daughter with a witch. Her mane is Gia, diminutive for Energia, which means…"
"Power, I know, I lived in Peru for fifteen years."
"Yes, it had to start with the letter P, you see, because that is a tradition in her mother's family. Anyway, there was lotsa confusion around her conception, so Phoebe, the mother, believes the child is evil. Right enough, it wasn't easy for me to free her as a baby from the household of the demonic high priest. They kept her so they can raise her evil, as it is thought that she will possess great power. But thankfully, in fact, this is how she exists at all, the high priest saved her by shimmering the foetus somewhere else when Phoebe and her sisters vanquished every demon in half a mile. Phoebe's a good witch, but she doesn't trust me."
"As good witches do, Cole. I was part of many covets, but I sometimes still had to leave the country when they realised I had demon blood flowing in my veins. That was before I made my first special arrow."
"I've changed, Katinka, believe me. Didn't I just prove that when you fired one of those arrows?"
"What do you need, Cole?"
"I need you to take care of Gia for me. Demons are always after me, we only get a few days at a place and we have to move on. Not a life for a child, besides, I can never be sure when they actually succeed in catching us. Nobody would think to look for her with you, hardly anybody remembers you exist. You hid so well for almost a century, that I could only find you using my blood and a family tie spell. Gia's five, gorgeous and clever, you'll see. I'd like her to learn witchcraft from you and about nature, up here on the surface," he waved his hand and a thin, cute little girl appeared, with brown hair, beautiful big green eyes and unruly black hair. She looked up at her father and smiled at the both of them.
Katinka couldn't say no.
Piper, Leo and Phoebe were having breakfast when Paige orbed back to the manor holding Wyatt's hand, having just left ten minutes before the exact same way.
"What's wrong?" Piper looked at them questioningly.
"Wyatt got suspended from magic school, that's what. The board doesn't want him back until we can promise he can behave. One slip up after that and he's out for good."
"What did he do now?" Piper was afraid to hear.
"You mean other than behaving more and more insolently?" Paige sighed, "well, he's been found covering for demon children he brought to magic school. On top of it, he doesn't wanna say where he knows them from and why did he allow them to see the school. And at least four fights he's had with other children over the past month. It's worrying, Piper," she sighed again.
"Well, I don't see any other option than trying that spell," Piper looked at her husband, "whether or not it agrees with the rules of the high command," she referred to Leo's colleagues.
"What is that spell?" Paige had never heard of that solution before.
"Almost like a power exchange spell, but not quite. We'd substitute the word powers with essence. And it would be equilibrate instead of exchange. That after we'll find a pure good child," Phoebe explained, as it was her that came up with the idea after Leo mentioned the Elders sensing the existence of such a powerful child.
By the time Phoebe finished the explanation, Piper was back with a piece of paper, holding it in front of them, chanting, "Powers of the witches rise.
Find the child who speaks no lies.
Balance Chakras, focus Chi.
Lead us to the pure pure kid."
They all looked at the map, but nothing happened. However, when Piper looked back to the piece of paper she held in her hand, there were two new words written under the spell: Gyufacska, Hungary.
