"Hurry up Prue," Paris muttered, glancing at her watch. Paris and Patience were standing by Prue's car, impatiently waiting for their big sister to stop talking to her boyfriend.
"Prue!" Patience yelled, causing a few passers-by to stare at her in shock.
Paris watched her sister reluctantly say good-bye to Matt and drag herself over the car park.
"What?" she barked, clearly not happy at being interrupted.
"Mom just called me on my mobile and told us to get home A.S.A.P," Paris replied.
"Why?" Prue asked as the sisters climbed into her car. Panic began to rise in Prue's chest. Piper rarely called them home unless there was an emergency.
"She didn't say. She sounded worried though."
As Prue pulled out of the school she tried to contain her anxiety. It was probably something perfectly normal.
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"Mom?" Prue called, following her younger sisters through the door half an hour later.
"In here." Piper's voice flowed from the living room.
The Halliwell-Wyatt sisters trudged to the living room, Prue's heart thumping with dread. Paris and Patience squealed with delight when they saw Leo sitting next to Piper, and Prue's heart lifted a little. Nothing was visibly with either of her parents.
"Daddy!" Patience shrieked, flying towards her father.
"Hey sweetie," Leo hugged his youngest daughter and kissed her caramel brown hair. He greeted his other daughters.
"Girls, sit down," Piper said, her voice sombre.
Prue, Paris and Patience instantly did as they were told. They rarely saw their mother this serious.
"I want to talk to you about how your aunts died," Piper said once her daughters were settled.
"I thought they died in a car crash," Prue said, remembering what her parents had told her. None of the sisters were born when Prudence and Phoebe had died, though people had said Patience looked like Phoebe.
"That's not true," Leo said quietly.
"Your aunts were killed by a demon," Piper said, her voice almost a whisper.
"Demons don't exist," Paris scoffed.
"They do sweetie. Girls there's something you need to know." Piper took a deep breath, wondering how to tell her children that they were supernatural beings. She decided the best way was to just come out with it. " We're witches," she said gently.
"We're witches? Wait, you included me in this?" Prue raged.
"Prove," Patience challenged.
"OK. Leo, could you get the book?" Piper asked.
"Sure," Leo disappeared in a swirl of orbs.
"Whoa!" Prue, Paris and Patience cried.
"What was the hell was that?" Prue demanded.
"It's called orbing. It's a form of magical transportation," Piper explained.
"So Dad's a witch too?" Paris asked.
"No. He's what's called a whitelighter, a sort of guardian angel for witches. Which means all of you are half whitelighter, so you can orb," Piper said.
Without being noticed, Leo orbed in behind his daughters. "Boo," he whispered. The sisters screamed and all disappeared in orbs.
"Oh my God!" Paris cried.
"That was weird," Patience agreed.
Prue just sat there in silence, too shocked to speak. How could her sisters take this so easily? Their whole lives had changed.
"What other powers do we have?" Paris asked, quite excited at the thought of magical powers.
"Well, you're the Charmed Ones, so you should have telekinesis (moving things with your mind), temporal statis (freezing time) and premonitions of the past and future," Piper said. She was glad that her daughters seemed to be taking this all quite well. Better than she and Prudence had anyway.
"Wait a minute, the Charmed Ones?" Prue questioned.
"Yeah, three sisters who are the most powerful witches in the world."
"Three sisters? So you, aunt Prue and aunt Phoebe were the Charmed Ones before they…" Paris voice trailed off.
"Died," Piper finished flatly. "Yeah. Anyway back to your powers. You need to say a spell to release your witch powers. Apparently your whitelighter ones work fine." Piper motioned for Leo to hand Paris the book.
The sisters stared at the old book for a moment, amazed at it. Patience felt as if this was some weird dream, but it was real life. Their father's voice brought the sisters back to reality.
"You need to read the spell," he reminded them gently.
"Oh," Prue said weakly. She found it hard to believe that reading aloud a few rhyming couplets would release these powers that they supposedly had, but she decided to give it a go.
Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
The oldest of Gods are invoked here,
The great work of magic is sought.
In this night and at this hour,
We call upon the ancient power,
Bring your powers to we sisters three,
We want the power, give us the power.
When the new Charmed Ones finished chanting, they looked around expectantly. None of them felt or saw any change.
"OK, lets see what your powers are," Piper said. She grabbed a pen and threw it at her daughters. Prue, who it was heading straight for, lifted her hand in front of her face. When she did not feel the pen hit her, she lowered her hands. The pen, and Leo were frozen.
"Prue, you an freeze time," Piper said.
"Why aren't you frozen?" Prue asked.
"Good witches don't freeze," Piper explained. "That just leaves you two."
"I would love to be telekinetic," Patience said.
"OK then. What makes you angry?" Leo, who was now unfrozen, asked.
"I know!" Paris cried. "I know Ben fancies me, not you," she taunted.
"He does not!" Patience screamed. With a crash, all the magazines flew from the coffee table. "We'll talk about this later," Patience growled to Paris.
"Guess you're telekinetic," Piper smiled.
"I cannot believe this! You've turned us into witches and you're smiling?" Prue jumped off the sofa and flew out the front door before any one could stop her.
A/N. Please review!
