The Chosen Witch
Piper Halliwell was idly flipping through the book of shadows. It was raining heavily outside and she had some rare alone time in the house. Then suddenly, the pages started to turn by themselves, rapidly. They finally stopped and she had a chance to read.
"The Slayer," she murmured out loud. "One girl in all the world, one chosen to fight the forces of darkness…" On the opposite page was a description of a hell mouth. Why had she never come across this before?
Suddenly, as if from across a great distance, she heard a voice. "What if every girl who might be a slayer, will be a slayer. Make your choice, are you ready to be strong?"
It felt like a vision, but then she remembered she wasn't Phoebe. "Whoa, head rush," she murmured.
When she looked down at the book again, it had changed to The Slayers. "I'm loosing my mind," she muttered. "Lack of sleep." She slammed the book closed and headed for the door. But then she paused and turned back.
Not knowing why, she opened the book again, but no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find the page again.
"It can't have been that important," she tried telling herself. But the rest of that day, she did feel different. She felt stronger.
The End.