A/N: Here is the continuation of "Witches Lost and Found" Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I am not Joss Whedon…I am not whoever the hell owns Charmed. I merely enjoy using their characters for my own twisted stories. I make no profit from this other than the satisfaction of venting emotion and getting some kicks. Plus it helps me get my writing skills in check. Don't sue me.

Witches Lost and Found Part Two

Chapter 1:

Ohhhh…goddess help me. Pri searched within the depths of her soul for the strength to at least lift her eyelids and see where, if anywhere at all, she had ended up. A nauseating salty smell wafted through the air, and into her lungs. As much as she wished to close her nostrils to the smell, she had not the strength to open her lips. She had not the strength to breathe deeply in the cool air and attempt to relive herself of that sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach for which the only reason she could find was the scent she so much despised. As she slowly became more attuned to her uncomfortable surroundings, she sensed a pulsating rocking beneath her, as though she were being tossed upon waves. I couldn't possibly be…no. She forced her eyes to snap open and she glanced around in the darkened twilight. Where am I? Her cold, numb body seemed to be thawing as she began to slowly feel the rough wood she was laying on. Splinters were digging their way up into her skin, rubbed raw from sliding unconsciously on the wood surface. She tasted bile in her mouth and nearly gagged. Why is it that a part-water demon gets seasick? I should be used to this.

"So yer awake, young miss?" A gruff voice grumbled as she felt a hard-toed boot kick her aside the head. "S'about bloody time." Her vision cleared slightly and she saw a vague, masculine figure hovering over her, surrounded by other beings. "Now, would you be so kind as to tell me what you be doing on this 'ere ship? Or shall I brew ye up a truth telling potion?"

Pain shot through her limbs as she scrambled back from this stranger, but her back met a wall and she could go no further. "I-I swear. I-I don't know." She stammered with fear. "I don't know how I got here or even where here is. I just woke up and…and felt the sea beneath me…smelled the salt in the air."

The voice chuckled grimly. "I see. And I'm to believe yeh just fell from the sky?"

"Sir…I just battle a demon…my sister. My…my girlfriend…" Pri tried to choke out the words as she realized she didn't know where Willow was. "We cast a spell…a…a portal of sorts carried us away. I passed out and next thing I know I'm here…you…she hasn't…she's not here is she?"

"I don't know if yer tellin' the truth, young miss," came the reply. "But I aint seen anyone on this ship but me, my crew, and yerself. We're the ҲǽήģŁẹЌћåʼn. The military force of this world. And our crew is a bit…er…short yeh could say. So we could use an extra hand, if yeh know what m'sayin'" Pri could now see the creature's toothy grin, and the decay of its features. In the pale moonlight it appeared that its flesh was rotting off of its bone.

Where in Hecate's name have I landed? Baby, where are you? If you hear me, answer me. Are you all right? Pri attempted to send telepathically, but got no reply. Either her power is down or she's not in this world. Shit! She jumped to her feet as a whip cracked by her ear. "Can't you just let me cast a spell and send me on my way home?" The wicca pleaded, though she knew what the answer would be. Another whip cracked behind her.

"You've a lot of work to do, young miss."


Searing pain weaved its way through the redhead's veins as she sat cross-legged on the hill of grass. A cool breeze played with her hair. And if it weren't for the pain, and the eminent danger she and Pri were clearly in, then she would be quite enjoying the peace. She couldn't contact Pri with her power, but she could sense her. She felt her pain. Her fear. The physical strain on her girlfriend was overwhelming, and she imagined that she was only sensing a small fraction of it.

Willow could hear strange creatures around her. She had woken up to find herself in a large, hilly clearing. About a mile in diameter. It was a near perfect circle, and sat in a dark wood. Some kind of creature seemed to be looming in every tree. In every blade of grass. The sounds were enough to drive the sanity from any normal person. But the Wicca had learned and struggled through much and could endure it. This was nothing compared to what she had in the past been through. Plus, she had the motivation of finding her love and helping her to escape this strange world to help her stay focused.

Before her she had a make-shift location spell laid out. She had crafted 'candles' out of grass and clay that she had found below the thin layer of earth. With a quick word in Latin she had them lit. And with a few modifications, she'd had the locator spell adapted to fit this world the best she could figure. She held one candle in her hands. The other five formed a pentagon around her. If the spell was successful, the candle would point in the direction of whichever floating 'island' Pri was on. If Pri was on Willow's 'island' the candle would point in whichever direction Pri was from where Willow sat. How to travel in this world was something she would worry about later.

A sudden screech from a place in the woods close to Willow nearly made Willow jump. But, with her face screwed up in her famous 'resolve' face, and with her determination and strength, remaining from what she'd drained from Pri, she managed to keep herself outwardly calm. But inside she was slowly losing control, slowly allowing the darkness loose. Unbeknownst to her, the darkness within was summoning forth the creatures that were in the forest. The Ŧ¥ijðĦü.

TBC…