Man! I can't believe my story is almost complete! I want to thank all of you who reviewed my story. Keep on doing it! I love your feedback. Oh, and by the way, I'm not from Germany even though I speak German fairly well. My father is German, but my mother tongue is English. Hope that clears some things up! Now, on with the story.
Chapter 16:
Evil Marches On
March reappeared down in the Underworld in Xanthos' lair. "Lord, my cousins and sisters have changed Prue and Paige back. I was the only one to escape their clutches."
"You are indeed the powerful little witch aren't you?" Xanthos said turning to her.
"I'm a Whitelighter too," March replied smugly.
"Not so much anymore my Pet. Half of your orbs are black now."
"Cool. I wonder if I can conjure a Darklighter crossbow and kill them."
"Not yet, child. I want them to suffer a little bit more. And I have the perfect plan."
March listened eagerly to his plan. She grinned evilly. "Perfect, Master."
"Do it now!"
March orbed out. Deep down in what was left of her soul, she knew what she was about to do was wrong, but the rest of her just plain didn't care.
She reemerged in the attic in the Manor. She quickly conjured the ingredients she needed for her potion and set to work. It was a Slow action potion that would weaken and
ultimately kill the Charmed Ones, a feat no one has yet achieved. Satisfied that the potion had turned pitch black, she set to work on the antidote, just in case.
She quickly pocketed the antidote and started to orb out with the other in hand when the door opened.
"Hello cousins," she said maliciously. Prue and Paige stood there in front of the door.
"It's not too late to fight this March," Prue said to her.
Idiots! March yelled inwardly. "It's too late, Prue. You can't stop me."
"It's never too late March," Paige replied. "I know what evil is like. The Source tempted me with evil when I was new to the Craft. I came back, so can you."
"Never!" She orbed out in a huff.
"She's up to something," Prue reported to moments later to the rest of the Charmed Ones. "She had some kind of potion in her hands."
"It was pitch black. She stuffed some other potion in her pocket. I saw the cork," Paige added.
"This is not good at all," April said pacing the room.
"She's corrupted too far. She's a goner," May said crying.
"There's still hope. The good in her is struggling with evil," Prue said. "I can feel it."
"There is still a connection," Paige replied.
"We get her to tap into her connection with us then," Piper said resolutely.
"Let's do it."
"You have the potion?" Xanthos asked as she orbed in. She presented him with the black potion.
Xanthos looked at her. "There is still too much good in you," he replied without preamble.
March snorted angrily. "What good?"
"You are still connected to your sisters. You need to do a ritual that sever that connection."
Xanthos waved his hand and black robes appeared in a swirl of flames.
"Dress, I shall return with a priest shortly." He shimmered out.
Gladly, March said as she grabbed the robes and stepped into a secluded room. She donned her new wardrobe, readying herself to the ritual to purge herself of good.
She pulled the hood over her head just as she heard Xanthos shimmer back in. Xanthos summoned her, and she walked out into the hall, stepping to the center of an inverted
pentagram.
She kneeled before the priest and the chant began….
"Are you sure this is going to work?" April asked.
"It has too," Piper replied grimly.
May swallowed hard as she flipped the pages in the book. "Found it. 'To Summon a Lost Witch.'"
April and May gather rosemary, cypress and yarrow root and put them in a chalice. May chanted as April readied the athame:
"Power of the witches' rise.
Course unseen across the skies.
Come to us, we call you near.
Come to us and settle here.
April pricked her finger. May continued, letting the blood spill into the chalice:
"Blood to blood, I summon thee.
Blood to blood, return to me."
March was in the middle of the chant when she heard the spell summoning her. "Oh no you don't!" she yelled trying to resist the cosmic pull.
"Keep going!" Xanthos hissed to the priest.
"No!" March yelled as she disappeared in white lights.
Xanthos roared in anger and threw an energy ball at the priest to release his anger. The priest diappeared in a plume of flames. Xanthos shimmered out, hot on March's tail.
May saw white lights appear in front of them in the attic.
"It worked!" April exclaimed as March formed in front of them. She was dressed in a black robe.
She threw her hood back. "How dare you summon me!"
"She's pissed!" Paige exclaimed.
"Shut up traitor!" March said sending orbs at her.
Paige ducked the orbs, infuriating March even more.
Prue waved her hand towards March.
"No you don't!" March said orbing out of the way.
There was a shimmer and Xanthos appeared, the pitch black potion in his hand. He threw the liquid at them. May and the others fell to the floor choking under the acrid fumes. May felt as if her insides were on fire, and it was getting harder to breathe.
"You're dead, witches," he said turning to March. "This is the final part of the ritual. Kill them and the evil is complete."
March conjured a crossbow in her hands and aimed it at May.
"March, no!" May managed to gasp out. "Don't do it!"
Ouch! Another cliffhanger! I know you hate me right now for leaving you hanging, but I promise, Xanthos will die in the next chapter. See you guys soon!
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