A Charmed Story - Part Three:
Double Demons
Chapter 5

"Tom. Honey, what did you see?" Piper asked, holding Wyatt in her arms.
"See?" her sister asked.
"Yeah Phoebe, see. The connection allows pictures as well, doesn't it?"
Tom nodded but then answered. "I don't know. I saw light. Blinding light."
Chris stepped next to Bianca and knelt down next to her. "I know that something is wrong. I know it," he said. "You don't have to tell me now, ok? But when this is over, you'll have to. I need to focus on Paige, so please, tell me that you're feeling ok now, and that it is nothing dangerous."
Bianca looked at him, moved to tears by his love and his understanding, but scared, on the other hand. "We'll talk about it later. I promise. It has nothing to do with all this."
Chris nodded, and looked away, unsure about what to do.
This gesture hurt Bianca but the bad feeling was washed away by his soft kiss.
"Watch out, ok?" she whispered.
"Yeah," he answered with a weak smile, then he turned back to the others.
"Blinding Light? In a good way or bad or...?"
"I don't know!" Tom jumped up. "Our real Nicki is gone and now Steve!"
"Calm down honey. I think she might be with Paige. She's a witch isn't she? And someone used that disappearances for his own personal gain. I'm sure that she's with Paige..." Piper said caressing now two little boys.
"Ok." Leo clapped his hands. "We have to make two teams. Someone has to look after the false Nicki, what she is up to. And after Steven, while the others are looking for Paige and the other witches."
"Wait," Piper went closer to them again, "I think you're right, about the splitting off... 'Cause I think we're fighting against two groups."
"What do you mean?" Phoebe asked.
"Look, if that what Steve saw, was really an angel, as he told you... Well, I can't believe that an angel would catch witches and whitelighters..."
"Why not?" Leo asked.
"Because angels are good, even the angel of death is "good" in a way... or even neutral... but definitely they are not evil!"
Chris nodded: "Yeah, I think she's right... not exactly at the point that angels are not evil, but at the point of the two groups." Phoebe sighed about that comment.
"O.k., so me and Tom will try to find Steve... Phoebe, Chris, you try to find something out about the lost witches... Piper, you and Bianca help them, o.k.?" Leo ordered.
"I'm allowed to do something?" Piper asked with a smile. Her husband nodded.
"No... No... O.k... Mom is o.k. but..." Chris said, and turned to Bianca. She was sitting on the ground looking down and seemed to be really sad. Chris sighed and went on: "... but let Bianca out of this... I think that's better."
Phoebe smiled weakly at him and his dad nodded. He noticed too that there was something wrong with her. Everybody could see it now.
"O.k., come on, Tom, let's see if we find a trace of Steve," Leo said and walked out of the library. Tom followed him.
Chris was still looking at Bianca. He felt like shit because he knew he wasn't able to help her.
Phoebe noticed that and put her hand on his shoulder: "Don't worry about her."
"How could I not worry, if she is suffering that much?" he replied with a sad voice.
"She isn't suffering, son," Piper said, "that is only sorrow. But now there are bigger problems to solve, and we have to concentrate on them, o.k.?"
"You know it, do you?" He looked into his mother's eyes, trying to read in them.
Piper swallowed: "Yes, I do."
Chris sighed, then he nodded. He took an old blanket from one of the chairs and went over to his love. He knelt down and put it around her, with wet eyes. Then he kissed her softly: "Whatever it is... I know we will get trough this, honey, o.k.?"
She nodded weakly, trying not to cry this time. She wanted to tell him everything, she wanted it so bad, but she couldn't... She couldn't tell him the truth.
Chris turned to Cole: "Take care of her." He nodded and the young Elder went back to the witches.
Cole got a little closer to Bianca and put his arm around her. She put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
"That's o.k., girl, try to relax a bit... Even if I don't know what's going on... I'm here, so... try to relax."
"Thanks... thanks for everything," she whispered.
Chris took a deep breath: "Where should we start?"
"I think I will have look at the book again, maybe I'll find something," Phoebe said.
"Yeah, and I will have a look at the books about the school. Maybe there is another creature capable of entering this place, other than witches, whitelighters and Elders," Piper added.
"And what about me?" her son asked.
"Try to sense them. Paige is half whitelighter, maybe she'll try to contact you, and maybe then you'll be able to sense her," Phoebe suggested. Chris nodded, sat down right where he was standing, and closed his eyes trying to concentrate.
Meanwhile, Wyatt was more awaken than ever, after his short but intense siesta. He was playing alone, around his family, running and jumping and giggling, and falling down because he didn't know yet how to walk without stumbling.
Cole and Bianca laughed as he fell down once. But Piper turned to him, worried. "Are you ok, sweetie?" she asked rushing towards the child.
"Children fall once and again, Piper, they're made of another different material, believe me..." Cole said laughing.
"Oh... Look at you, Wyatt..." Piper exclaimed disappointed. With the hurry that morning, she had mistaken the dirty shirt and dressed Wyatt with it. "Look at you, kid... It'll be impossible to wipe out this chocolate now... It's dried up!"
Chris was deeply concentrated but he wasn't able to sense Paige. All the giggling, and playing, and now his mother's voice, were distracting him, but anyway, he tried to focus.
Bianca smiled: "I'll help you with that. When I was a child, I used to spoil all the clothes, because I loved playing on the grass, and everything was yellowish at the end of the day... and let alone when I ate some sweet!"
Chris raised his head, disturbed. He wanted to tell them 'please, go to another place to chit chat,' but he knew he shouldn't, so he kept on...
"Nothing..." sighed Phoebe: "Only Elders, witches and whitelighters..."
"Have you taken a look at the book Nicki was looking at?" Cole asked, concerned.
"Which one, 'The Magical History of a Very Special School'? That's only a book of history... I don't think..."
"Precisely," Cole cut her off.
"Ok..." Phoebe sighed looking for the book. Then she opened it.
"Please... I can't feel Paige. You should focus, mom..." Chris said kind of anry.
Piper was smiling at Bianca: "Kids are like that. Once, when I was a child, I had been playing out the whole day... Man, my shirt was greenish, completely covered with grass. And to top it all, Prue bought me an ice-cream, and it ended up over the grass on my shirt..."
"What?" Chris interrupted her.
Piper looked at him: "I'm just telling her a short anecdote, Chris, I needed to relax... I... Oh..."
"Yes, mom. But... You were really talking about... a shirt, dirty with grass and ice-cream?"
"I guess I did... But still..." she frowned. "I don't see the point."
Phoebe was also frowning: "Cole, really... This book won't be useful! History is His-to-ry. Past! This speaks about... the foundations of this site, how the Elders created it, and why, and double demons that... wow... Double demons?"
All the faces turned to her in awe, Chris's the worst.

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The room was full of people, all sat around a round table. Although there was no head or feet, three men occupied the most illumined part of it. A woman and two men, actually, all dressed in light bright grey cloaks.
"Is everything under control?" one of the men asked in a neutral tone.
A man in a golden robe in front of them nodded: "The witches are kept in a safe place, so that they won't be a problem."
"Good..." the woman in grey said, in a low swift and caressing tone. "But we need to hurry You have to bring them all here..."
"What about my men?" a very tall and robust man in dark rags asked, who stood on the opposite side, behind a chair. "I did what you asked me to do... They're in that damned cage. I hope this is worth something."
"It is... Believe us," one of the men in grey said.
A young man in casual clothes approached the table, shyly: "I did this because I thought this was the right thing to do... But my charge is there, and I wouldn't like her to be hurt or..."
The woman who led the group, smiled reassuringly at him: "Don't you worry at all. They'll all be fine. We only need them not to be in the middle. By the way... I see many more darklighters than whitelighters here. Only three of you joined us?"
The young whitelighter nodded: "Yes... Actually, it's hard to convince whitelighters to come to a meeting with demons and darklighters..."
"But this is for the greater Good, John," the man in the golden robe intervened.
The demon that had spoken first groaned: "Don't call it Good, Elder. Or I'll call it Evil. This is not about Good or Evil... I just joined you because this was convenient for me, too. That's the only reason why I abandoned the fight against the Charmed Ones... for now."
"Belthazor is right, this is over good or evil. This is not for the Greater Good... It's for the Greater Welfare," the woman in grey smiled, as all the others nodded, pensive.

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"... Double demons... There was a special class-section for them because they were special. They weren't called that way at first. They were called 'Mestizos.' Actually, they were the result of the union between a source of good and a source of evil, and they were considered as the perfect race. During the first years of the school, an experiment was carried out. The intention was to get this race expand, grow up, and that way delete the line that separates good and evil. This way, the fight would reach an end... But due to their special status, they started to believe they were over the rest of the magical creatures, and they became like dictators. Ironically, good and evil joined forces to end with this race and keep the tip of the balance between the two opposites. From that moment on, any child born from the mixture of a good and an evil creature was treated as anyone else, and for our purposes, we'll refer to those old 'mestizos' as 'double demons', since they, at the end, and from the point of view of Good, leaned more on the evil side. Now, the race is extinguished as a group."
Chris was wordless: "So... The riddle didn't refer to... Belthazor as a double demon? This is what it was about..."
Piper nodded: "It seems these 'double-demons' didn't extinguish after all..."
"And what are they up to, now?" Phoebe asked, worried. Cole shook his head, at a loss, and Bianca stared at them in shock.
"The author of the book is Gideon..." Phoebe noticed, "what if he's got some more pieces of information in his office?"
"So maybe you should go over there with Chris and try to find something," Piper said with a smile.
"But we shouldn't..." Chris replied.
But his mother interrupted him: "Well I'm here with Wyatt and Bianca... And Cole is also here... We can take care of ourselves, no need to worry. We'll stay here and try to find out a little more."
Chris sighed. He knew that he had no chance against his mother. And in a way he felt as if she wanted him to let Bianca alone. So he nodded.
Phoebe took his arm and both went out.

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"Damn!" Tom swore, "We've been through he whole school now... there is not a sign of them."
Leo nodded: "They are both gone this time, or they are hiding very well."
"I don't think that they are here. I would be able to hear Steve's thoughts if he was around... And the false Nicki? She's exposed, she will not return to us, I think." Leo nodded again.
Tom sighed and sat down on the steps of the large stairway. "And now?" he asked.
Leo sat down next to him: "What is that with you and Steve... I mean your powers?"
Tom was moving his fingers nervously: "Steve and I used to live next to each other. Our parents didn't know that each other were witches, too. Steve and I were good friends, always. We were like brothers." He smiled, then went on: "One day we had a little fight and as we did it I heard his voice in my head for the first time. It was... weird... you know... crazy... At first we kept it as a secret 'cause we didn't know about those magic things. But our parents found out and they sent us here to the school. But Gideon told them to bind this one power, 'cause of exams and all that... So they did. And now our power has returned, don't know why..."
"Well... I think because you're growing up now..." Leo said, "binding of powers never last forever."
Tom smiled: "Yeah, I remember there was a lecture about this by your son."
Both kept silence for a while.
"What do you think, would you like to try again to contact Steve?" Leo asked then.
Tom sighed: "It will not work, he isn't ... he is out of reach."
"Yeah," Leo nodded, "but maybe if I help you with a little Elder-power..."

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Chris walked by his aunt. She had taken his arm and with her other hand she was touching it too. Silently she looked to the ground while walking.
"You know it, too, right?" Chris asked when they reached the old office.
"What do you mean?" Phoebe asked back innocently, while her nephew unlocked the magic barrier. They had decided to lock that room for everyone, because of the cellar and the mirror.
Chris opened the door: "Come on, auntie, you know what I mean." Phoebe sighed, then she nodded and went in.
Chris closed his eyes. 'Why does everyone know what's going on, except me?' he thought. "You won't tell me right?" he asked.
"Right," she replied.
Chris sighed: "O.k., but please answer one question for me, just an honest answer, o.k.?"
"So ask, and I'll see if I can answer." That was the first time since all that shit happened that Phoebe looked him into the eyes. She felt his fear about Bianca but she knew she couldn't tell him, even though she was sure that he had to know.
Chris noticed that there was a kind of regret in her look. In a way he knew that this wasn't her decision. So he asked: "Is she o.k.? I mean she isn't ill or something, right? She is fine... She isn't..." He wasn't able to speak out his worst fear.
Phoebe smiled relieved that she was able to answer this question and nodded: "Yeah... she is absolutely healthy."
Chris sighed relieved: "O.k. ... thanks."
"No problem," she answered and turned to Gideon's desk, "now we should go on searching."
Chris nodded and went over to the mirror. He was thinking about opening the curtain, but he didn't... He was afraid that Phoebe could find out that he was doing this from time to time, just to talk to his other self. He was sure his family would be angry about that. This mirror was a danger, and both versions of Chris knew that. But sometimes it was good to have somebody who understands all that what is going on... especially the time-thing... Or even now, when he felt so much fear about his love... He wished he could talk to him now, but not as long as Phoebe was there, too.
So he went over to her, sat down on the old chair and started to look through the papers.

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Steve's throat hurt. The scream hadn't been that long, but it had been so intense. He was still surprised about the yell and was not able to put the image he had seen and the reaction in order.
'What was THAT?'
He tried to catch the image again, even if he was scared to death, but he couldn't. It was gone.
'Well... I guess it's better this way...'
His eyes hurt, it was so bright and blinding. After some moments his view cleared, his eyes got used to the light and he could see...
"What?" he yelled, his voice broke, still worn out from the effort.
What he saw was just unbelievable.

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Bianca looked at Piper, totally scared. Cole, who felt that he shouldn't be between them, grabbed the little boy and sat down in the other corner of the room, playing with Wyatt. "Come here little boy. You really messed up... we'll clean it up. Ok?"
Bianca opened her mouth but Piper stared outraged: "No, no, no... oh and NO! You will have that child, it's special, like so many kids in this family and it will have a normal and great life with you and Chris as parents. With a big family. We'll protect it with our lives, just as Chris will do when he hears about that."
"But didn't you hear that? They were dictators!"
"Well, ours won't be... We'll raise it good. Don't worry. Please."

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The angel, the girl sat in front of him and just looked at him, sad and empty.
"Wh... who...?" he tried to ask her who she was, and automatically tried to step forward to her, but he couldn't move. "Arrgh," the witch moaned in pain.
He looked down and realised that he was bound on something...'On a wooden cross!' He thought shocked. 'What's this? Some religious crap?'
His arms were outstretched right and left from him. His feet hung down. His whole body from his feet to his arms and his chest, everything was bound to the cross. A long tight black rope cut him into his flesh. Every single move was punished. He could only move his head a little.
"What do you want?" He tried to catch his breath. The rope around his chest only allowed flat breathing.
The girl sat on the white floor and just looked at him, ignoring his questions.
Steven turned his head as well as he could and observed his surroundings. He was in a ruined city. No, he was above a ruined village. He could see the destroyed houses, everywhere were some pieces of them, wood, metal, broken glass. Everything was on the ground. It was as if a bomb had exploded in those streets.
But he couldn't see any people, no humans, just the demolished place swallowed by the dust which crept through the empty and abandoned village.
He shivered. Not only because of the destruction force, which had took place there but because of the colours. He couldn't describe it but it was all in dark, cold colours and seemed so threateningly and scary to him.
He himself was on an observation tower which was even more destroyed than the village and had a great view over the ruins. The earth around him was levered as if someone had ripped it apart.
The wind was cold and Steven saw the girl sitting on piles of steal bars. Her hair flowing in the wind, her feet littered with bruises.
"What do you want?"
She cried.
'She looks like Nicki... pretty much like her.'
"Mestizos," was her only word. Her voice was shy and thin, like the one of a little child, but she herself looked as if she was about his age.

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While Chris revised all the papers and found nothing interesting, Phoebe was taking a glance at the books, the false books, on the shelves they knew so well.
"Don't lose your time with that, aunt Phoebe. You know, they won't talk to you like 'open books'," he joked.
Phoebe smirked, but kept on searching: "Gideon was a writer... Well, I mean, he liked writing books," she finally said, pensive, as she touched the books, one by one, not daring taking any of them out. "I just can't believe he didn't have books in his own office."
"Well, he had the library..."
"Yeah, but... think about this. If he wants to hide some specific information, he wouldn't leave it in the library, he'd keep it here..."
"But we don't really know if he hid something," Chris sighed, throwing all the papers on the table.
Phoebe ducked to go on revising the lower shelves: "He wrote about the double demons as if he knew a lot about them... I can't believe that's the only available information in this place, and the whole world."
"He might have destroyed it," Chris suggested.
His aunt shook her head: "No. He wasn't a fool, Chris. I bet he made it 'disappear' from the rest, but he had to keep that information, just in case... " Then she narrowed her eyes and leaned her head to read a title, as she continued talking, more slowly and in a lower voice: "And I'm sure he would hide a book in the only place no one would look for it. I mean, a 'forbidden book."
By then, Chris had knelt down and was trying to raise the tiles from the floor, to see if the hid something below.
"Wait, Chris... Look."
The boy raised his eyes to meet hers.
She had taken a book out of the shelves, and was smiling victorious: "I told you!"
Chris frowned as he read the title in a loud voice. "'Angels and Demons?'" he exclaimed, unbelieving.
Phoebe went to him: "This is the ONLY real book there."
"And?" Chris was surprised, and knew this had to mean something, but he couldn't see the point yet. That was a normal novel, very famous at that time... But nothing else.
"Well, the title is very significant, I guess... And you should read it... It's full of enigmas, man... Gideon loved that stuff, as it seems," she said as she opened the book upside down to release whatever it could hide between the pages.
"I don't know what you intend to find in there..." Chris muttered.
But suddenly, he saw something in the empty space that the book had occupied previously.
"Wait..." he said, as he crawled towards the shelves. Once he was there, he took the object out, a rolled piece of paper, yellowish and old.
He unrolled it and read...

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In the dark room where the round table laid, one of the men in grey closed his eyes: "They're going to find out before it's the time. You should hurry up."
The Elder and Belthazor stared at each other worried: "It's not that easy to get all those witches unhurt and..."
"And the demons are not so... willing to be imprisoned."
The woman in grey sighed: "Discretion has no place anymore, Eridon. We need a massive act."
All the heads turned to her. The whitelighters seemed to be really worried.
"That doesn't sound very kind..." said John.
"They won't suffer. I told you. But we need to take them with the others as soon as possible. With this spell you'll do it."
"Why didn't we do it before?" asked the Source, clearly angry.
"Because," answered the woman, sighing: "we needed DIS-CRE-TION" She remarked: "But now we have run out of time."
"What about... those in the school?" the Elder asked. "Does the spell work on them too?"
The leader, the woman, shook her head sadly: "With them, other measures will be taken. Now I need the greater force of good and the greater force of evil to read the spell for me..."
The Elder and Belthazor joined, not very willingly:
"Listen to us, the greatest power,
evil and good, joined in this hour:
we need thee to bring and imprison here
both of the extremes to end with the fear."

At that very moment, in every corner of the world, thousands of people started to disappear from wherever they were...

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"To Eridon:
At this hour, after thousands of years, of centuries... our time is back. We're prepared. We thank thee for joining this cause and understand that a new dawn is necessary. There's only one problem left... The Underworld is ungoverened... If we want to establish this new order, we need a supreme force of all evil to join the cause, so that thou, Eridon, and he, can set the tip of the balance in the middle. For that we ask thee to bring that source to us... We have heard about the twice blessed child. His fate is so powerful that we need him for our cause. Therefore... Thou will turn him and we will have the evil force we need to fulfill our expectations. When it is done, our new world will awake as the perfection we always looked for. Once again... thank thee."
Then there was a short note by Gideon's handwriting:
"If something happens to me and you find this, I hope you're wise enough as to do as follows: We need to stop the child now that Eridon has disappeared. He can't grow up as the source of all evil. This is the only way to stop them... Without the source of all evil, they're done. There's no way they can achieve their purpose. These are the double demons, they're evil... Extremes don't exist, there's no way to mix these two forces. They were born as separate forces, and so they must be kept. For the Greater Good... Kill the twice blessed."
Chris looked pale at Phoebe: "So this is the reason why he was trying to..."
Phoebe nodded: "And now, they had that source of all evil they needed... Even if they didn't get your brother."
Chris swallowed.

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"What do you mean?" Tom asked.
Leo took a deep breath: "Well... I could try to help you sense him. I could make your power focus on him, try to work as an intensifier."
"Intensifier?" Tom asked fearful. He had had his power back for only about 20 minutes. He wasn't sure if he was able to handle that.
Leo felt his fear: "Hey... you're the one who will have the control... It's all in your hands."
Tom nodded: "O.k. ... what must I do?"
"Do as you always do," Leo said, sitting down behind him and putting a hand on his back. "Alright?" he asked.
Tom nodded and closed his eyes. He tried to reach his friend. He tried to find him. He felt the hand in his back and a warm feeling coming from there.
The white light of the Elders was surrounding him. Even if he had closed his eyes, he could feel it.
Tom felt the power inside him. It was overwhelming. But he knew he had to find Steve so he focused again. It was hard. He began to sweat, to breath heavily. Then he saw something like a light...
Leo was observing the young man. He saw that there was something going on. Then Tom cried out loud and fell on the ground.
Leo jumped over to him: "Are you o.k., boy?" he asked.
Tom was still breathing heavily but nodded.
Leo helped him up: "Did it work?" Tom nodded again.
"What did you see?"
Slowly the the young man calmed down: "It was ... too short..."
"O.k., but could you see something?"
"Ruins," he answered still exhausted.
"Is that all?" Leo asked confused. Tom nodded.

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"Who is this Eridon?" asked Phoebe.
"An Elder... I met him a few times up there... I mean, before I joined them at the beginning... Since then, I haven't seen him," Chris pointed at the ceiling.
"That's so fucked up!" Phoebe yelled.
Chris had to smile at her language. "Auntie, you surprise me," he said.
But all he gained was the angry look of Phoebe.
"And now?" he asked.
"Well, let's go back to the others."
Chris nodded: "Alright... go ahead, I want to look up something else..."
Phoebe frowned: "We shouldn't separate... if..."
"Phoebe... come on, I'll catch up with you before you'll reach the library... just don't hurry too much..." he smiled.
"O.k... Why don't you look that thing up now, as long as I'm here?" she asked.
"Why don't you tell me what's wrong with Bianca?" he asked back.
Phoebe swallowed: "I see, you want to be alone here?" Chris nodded. "All right," she sighed, "I'll give you two minutes, and I'll stay outside, at the door..."
"Agreed," he answered.
Phoebe narrowed her eyes. She was curious about what it was all about, but she had no idea. And she couldn't take the risk of being forced to tell him everything. So she left the room and closed the door.
Chris sighed, turned around and pulled apart the curtain in front of the mirror.
"Oh, your hair is getting a little longer... very nice."
Chris looked at his evil-self and grinned: "No time for that!"
"Yeah right!"
"What about your Bianca? Is she also... so depressed?" our Chris asked still feeling helpless.
His evil-self nodded: "Yeah, she's crying all the time."
"Do you..."
"No idea, brother," he cut him off.
Chris leaned back on the desk: "I don't know what to do... Have you any idea?"
His evil self shook his head, while his long hair was dancing around his face: "I think we can do absolutely nothing as long as she isn't willing to tell us what's going on."
Our Chris nodded: "Yeah, but that hurts... it hurts to see her like that."
Now his evil-self nodded and it seemed to our Chris that his eyes turned wet.
"30 seconds!" Phoebe yelled from outside.
Both versions of Chris sighed.
"See you later," the evil one said.
"You really need a hair-cut," our Chris answered, and closed the curtain. Then he went out to his aunt.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" she asked.
"Halfway, I think."
She nodded and took his arm again: "Let's see if Piper has found something."

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Tom and Leo returned right after Chris and Phoebe.
"Have you found something?" Piper asked.
"Yeah, Tom has..." Leo started. But he was interrupted by some white orbing lights. Seconds later an Elder materialised.
Tom was impressed by that... Well, surely he had met Gideon, and also Leo and Chris were Elders... but to see this one, dressed in the white and golden costume... that was impressing.
"Odin?" Chris said surprised, "Are you crazy?"
The Elder looked at Chris with narrowed eyes: "An Elder is never crazy!" And then he mumbled to himself: "Far too young for this business."
Chris wanted to add something, but Leo held him back. "What happened that made you take the risk to orb here?" he asked.
"Something terrible has happened."
"What?" Phoebe asked, and went a few steps closer.
Odin sighed: "Within a second all witches around the world have disappeared, except those left in this room."
"What?" Piper yelled while Tom was starting to panic.
"How?" Leo asked.
"We don't know," Odin answered astonishingly calm.
"You don't know?" Tom yelled. "Who else should know if not you?"
"Tom..." Phoebe tried to calm him down while Odin sighed. He really seemed to be a little helpless.
"Maybe I know," Chris said and handed over the paper they had found some minutes before.

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"What's this?" Nicki asked.
There was again that green light, but this time it filled the whole cave.
For the first time Paige had the chance to see something. The cave was a little larger and there were a lot of more witches in it than she had thought.
"Grasp your hands, and get closer," Paige ordered.
Not a second too late. Shortly after the kids got nearer the charmed one, the cave was overrun by witches, thousands of witches.
"Oh, my God," Nicki mumbled and Sarah started to cry.


(Chapter 5 written by Dark Angel, Chrissy.W.x and Belén)