Darkness returned over the shores of San Francisco as a pale fog crept from the west seas, evil was stirring. For some time they laid dormant, in hiding knowing that soon their time would come. But there was one, she alone in the night would foresee the malevolence that would plague the shores, a relentless thirst for destruction. In house, colours of the lightest rose, in the centre of the Spiritual Nexus she could feel this eternal night close around her, grasp her neck with it hands of shadow. Awoken, no longer haunted by the dark forces.
"Didn't sleep well again?" pouring another cup of coffee for Phoebe, she pulled a sympathetic face for her insomniac sister, this would have been the second week in a row now that the feelings of trepidation have kept her awake, tossing and turning every second which she lays asleep. "Maybe you should see someone about it?"
"This isn't something that a doctor can fix, I doubt there s a drug for the supernatural heeby geebies," although sarcastic there was a sense of irritation in the tone of voice. Piper thought nothing of it, she has seen her crowned Queen of the Underworld and wasn't threatened by younger siblings peevishness. "Piper I'm worried, you know what my intuitions are like,"
"Of course I do they tend to get in the way of our daily schedules," now who's peevish?
"Good Morning!" as her cheerful self with strawberry curls Paige entered the kitchen, more willing to greet the sun at dawn, than most,
"That's an opinion!" a monotone reply, Phoebe took another sip still unacquainted with the strength of its taste,
"What's up with her?" she bluntly asked taking no notice that her Phoebe was in the same room as her,
"Didn't sleep well,"
"Again?" she herself was amazed at the condition that had Phoebe suffering for a fortnight, "What are these dreams about?"
"You gonna interpret them?" however sceptical of Paige's ability Phoebe considered the lack of a downside, "It's not so much a dream just voices?"
"Voices?" Piper asked offloading her dirty dishes into the sink, her tilted head suggest her thoughts were somewhat cynical, "Sweety you need a psychiatrist not a councillor,"
"What's the difference?" her attention moved from Phoebe and to Piper
"One deals with the real head jobs,"
The attic was silent, laying the centre was the source of the Charmed Ones power, that which gave the name The Power of Three the fear that could inflict on every demon and warlock roaming in the Underworld, it rested high on a stand, a Victorian embroiled podium of a dark oak wood that was the current colour theme of the wooden floor, the cupboards and the clutter that surrounded it. The Book of Shadows, it's own life own power, worn through years of conflict between the good that it served and the evil it contained. Through it the powers of the three sisters was bound. Light shone down on it as the sun rose within line of the third storey window, the stain glass turned white raise into an ambient gold and warmth was given to the empty room. Out of sight was the darkness, it crept into through the walls and the floors, unseen by naked eyes but felt with watchful minds, and felt by the book, its pages turned, the Triquitetra glimmered on the front, leaf after leaf images of demon, words of spell and list of potion passed until an image of beauty appeared, a tall women of the forest, blonde hair reaching for the deepest valleys, eyes a dark ocean blue with skin pale as the noon sky.