A/N: So, who's read the spoilers for the series finale? I can't believe what I've read! Wow. Anywho, I'm uber pleased with my responses from the last chapter. I'm glad you all like this!

Change Happens

Chapter 25: A Call To Charms

"Get out of my house!" The entire Manor was trembling as stray kinetic energy moved freely through its walls. Prue's unadulterated power was no doubt a force to be reckoned with. Everything in the attic, besides the sisters themselves and The Source, was weaving madly about the air. It brought back foul memories of the Prue's trip to the future in which she destroyed the attic with a simple wave of her hand. Well, this was no wave of her hand. This had all been done by a bellow of her voice.

"Prue," Paige repeated under the roar of shattering glass caused by Prue's telekinetic disturbance. She rose to her feet. The lower portion of her body was drenched in Piper's blood.

Prue moved quickly to her conscious sister, taking her hand. "We can do this together, Paige. But we've got to hurry." Her eyes swept tearfully over Piper and Phoebe, knowing that unless they acted now, their sisters would be as dead as she had been. She narrowed her blue eyes, pushing on The Source with all the will she had. "Now!"

"Source!" Paige screamed until her vocal chords burned. Her hand shot outwards and she gave it a violent wrenching through the air. The youngest Charmed One squeezed her big sister's hand a little tighter.

Finally, The Source lost his balance and went stumbling into the telekinetic whirlwind. Soon, however, he found his body becoming light and airy as his particles separated and dispersed in all different directions. The last thing he saw was blue and white angelic lights carrying him through the south wall of the Halliwell Manor.

With Prue's return, he knew he needed to find another way to attack the Charmed Ones. Right now, however, his top priority had to be fleeing to the Underworld. He couldn't risk the exposure of crashing into some populated portion of San Francisco. As he started to descend, he flamed. To any far away onlookers, he must have looked like one hugely bright shooting star.

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"Don't touch it!" Prue scolded, as her baby sister neared Leo. She squinted her eyes and the darklighter arrow ripped from her brother-in-law's back, flying across the room to land in the wall. "Now, hurry!"

Diligently, Paige took a seat on the sofa at Leo's side. She entwined her hand with his, and placed her free hand over his back. Within minutes, a soft golden glow emanated from her hand and began to seal the darklighter wound. As soon as the blood had stopped flowing, she breathed in partial relief.

Leo felt Paige's hand in his, even before he opened his eyes. His aching body craned upwards from its tangled position on the old sofa, and he pulled away from his sister-in-law. He blinked. "Piper!"

"Hurry, Leo, she doesn't have a lot of time!"

Like a spring, Leo was on his feet and running towards his late sister-in-law. His heart was pounding against his chest as if trying to rip its way free. Prue? Am I dreaming?

Prue shook her head. "No time for questions, Leo. Just heal her." Tears were threatening to spill from her enraged eyes, as she cradled her little sister's bloody body in her lap.

"But how?" Leo breathed, as he knelt down to place his healing hands over his beloved wife.

"Heal now," Prue growled. "Will discuss miracles later!" Several minutes passed, and to Prue, nothing seemed to be happening. "Leo, why isn't it working?"

"It is," Leo pressed. "It takes time, Prue. Piper nearly died!"

Before the telekinetic could retort, a gasp from her side provoked her to turn around. Phoebe, who'd been revived by a certain Blessed One that Paige had orbed off to get, was now sitting up and staring wide eyed at her. She felt like a scientific specimen. "Pheebs, it's just me." She held out her hand in an effort to comfort her sister.

Phoebe's face had turned a ghostly shade of white. Even whiter than Paige's skin, perhaps. She wanted to believe that her sister was really there, offering a hand of support. One side of her was screaming to pounce of Prue and hug. Her other half, her rational half, was telling her that this was too good to be true. Even if Prue was really there, coming back from the dead couldn't happen twice. Could it? The psychic's lips parted several times, before she finally mustered the courage to say her sister's name. "Prue? Is that really you?"

Prue smiled sympathetically. "Yes, Phoebe, it's me. Come here." She motioned for the second youngest, and no sooner had she done so, did she start to regret it. She immediately found herself pinned under Phoebe's weight. "Phoebe," she gasped. "You'll hug me to death!" Immediately she cringed. Bad choice of words! Bad, bad choice of words, she mentally chastised herself. "I mean, can you please get off of me?"

Through tears, Phoebe rolled off her big sister and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "Prue, how is this possible? Are you-"

"Prue!" Piper's voice cut through the conversation like a hot knife through butter. It was more along the lines of a high pitched, shrilly shriek.

"Thank goodness," Prue breathed. Her hands instantly wrapped around Piper and yanked her into one of the tightest hugs she'd given her since the day she'd been born. "I thought I'd lost you!"

For a moment Piper said nothing. She just buried her face into the crook of Prue's neck and breathed in her long lost sister's familiar scent. Then she hesitantly touched her silky, raven hair. Sobbing now, Piper squeezed Prue harder. "H-how l-long?"

Instead of answering, Prue just drew circles on her sister's back with her finger. "Shh," she soothed. "Everything's going to be fine." She ran her hand through Piper's long brown hair and stroked the back of her head.

Leo crossed his arms and eyed his late sister-in-law warily. "Prue, I demand to know what's going on. Did The Elders send you down?"

"No."

"A higher power?" Paige inquired.

Again, Prue denied it.

Phoebe was beginning to lose her patience. "You know I love you, Prue. But I have to know. What the hell is going on here?"

Pulling Piper with her, Prue made it to her feet. "I think you guys need to sit down," she said, leading the timer over to Pearl's old couch.

Paige slid behind her daughter, and placed her hands on the Blessed child's shoulders. "I think I'll stand."

"Very well." The eldest motioned for Leo to take a seat next to his wife, and comfort her. Turning on her heel, she began to pace the room.

"Prue?"

Prue raised her hands in defeat. "Just, please. Give me a few moments."

"We don't have a few moments," Phoebe fired back. "The Source is back, and he's trying to kill us. He nearly did. If it hadn't been for your sudden appearance-"

"He would have," the youngest supplied with finality.

"No he wouldn't." Prue folded her arms across her chest. Her blue gaze bore into Phoebe. "I wouldn't have let him."

"Get to the point!"

Prue recoiled at the sound of Leo's uncharacteristically loud outburst. "They reversed the spell."

"What spell? Who're 'they'? What in the world are you talking about?"

"Demons. A specific demon, actually." Prue moved across the attic, stopping dead center in front of the Book of Shadows. She waved her hand, telekinetically flipping open the tome and shuffling through the pages.

"And what spell are you referring to?" Paige asked, moving towards her sister.

"The spell that Pandora cast."

The three youngest Charmed Ones expelled a collective gasp.

Leo rose to his feet. "What, exactly, are you saying?"

"I'm saying…" Prue suddenly stopped and flicked her wrist, moving the pedestal around to face her family. "That this is our demon. Scorpia. The Scorpion Demon Princess."

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Scorpia traipsed across the royalist of demonic chambers. The Source's chamber. She was now dressed in a backless emerald even gown, with fine spaghetti traps and a plunging oval neckline. It moved with her slinky body as if it were her own skin. Her dark golden hair was pulled into a half bun, and luxurious strands were hanging down the sides of her face, so as to frame it.

Barefoot, the enchanting demoness strode through the heavily guarded door without so much as a knock. It had been a long time since she'd been treated with such respect, and she was soaking it up. Soon, she thought, I'll have an entire kingdom again. Her lips curved into a saucy grin. An entire queendom! The princess shall rise again. The scorpion line will rise again!

"Scorpia."

Scorpia hid her visible distaste, as she slunk towards the center of the dimly lit room. She'd left the throne room outside. The four walls she was currently in, was The Source's personal room. She stopped several feet from the only light in the room. Nobody was there. Not even in the shadows, she knew, or her fine senses would've detected it.

The bedchamber, unlike the rest of the rock ridden Underworld, looked like a lavish hotel suite. Plush, black carpeting bathed the entire floor of the expansive room. The walls were carved of blood red marble. In the room's center sat a king sized canopy bed, draped in pitch black velvet sheets. Above the bed was the only light in the quarters: a low burning torch.

A seemingly invisible force pressed firmly against her cheek, visibly making it crease. Scorpia turned her head to the side, taking the invisible force as it came. Suddenly her half bun toppled over, spilling her dark golden hair in waves over her shoulders and down her back. Hot breath. She could feel the hot, lusty breath over her bare shoulders. Suddenly her right spaghetti strap slipped down her bare shoulder, hanging loosely several inches down her arm.

"It's been a long time, Scorpia."

"Sire," Scorpia purred. Her lips puckered as an invisible force pressed against them. Again, her eyes shut. She felt her other strap slip down her arm. She moved slowly, seductively, to the velvet bed. Shedding her emerald evening gown, her nude form climbed into the dark canopy and disappeared behind its curtains.

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Persia raked her fingers through her hair, pulling back into a loose ponytail. She was standing in front of a smudged and scratched mirror, leaning slightly against a dirty porcelain sink. She had changed into a dark yellow, cotton shirt with big burgundy letters that read, 'Baker High Phys. Ed.' It was a size too big for her, and almost covered her matching burgundy P.E. shorts.

"Persia?"

Persia flicked on the faucet and ran her hand under the cool water. "Yeah?" She ran her wet fingers over the feisty pieces of hair that were poking out from behind her ears and atop her head.

"Do you have an extra scrunchie?" The voice belonged to Miranda Hannigan, one of the more popular girls in Persia's physical education class.

Persia shrugged sympathetically. "Sorry, Miranda." She tugged as the edge of the off white scrunchie she'd just put into her hair. "This was the only one I had."

Miranda frowned. "Thanks anyway." She turned on her heel and pranced off in the opposite direction.

Turning back to the mirror, Persia rolled her brown eyes. She found it utterly amusing how most of the popular girls acted. I don't even know why she bothers to pull her hair back, she silently scoffed, she doesn't even dress out for crying out loud! She leaned back from the mirror and smoothed the creases in P.E. shirt. As she turned to head out of the bathroom area, as the girls' locker room was split into one half with lockers and one half for the bathroom, she smacked directly into someone walking the opposite direction. She stumbled back in surprise, only halting her fall by catching herself on the side of one of the sinks.

"I'm so sorry!" It was Alyssa Peterman. She was a short, scrawny girl. A classic nerd, if anyone were to ask. She had shaggy brown hair that extended halfway down her back, which always looked greasy and uncombed. She wore shiny train track braces, and large owl-like wire rimmed glasses, which were bent on the right side.

Alyssa shuddered in embarrassment, as she stumbled back into the door of one of the bathroom stalls. Her glasses had been askewed from the collision, and her hair was hanging helplessly in her face. "I'm so sorry," she repeated, readjusting her glasses.

"It's o…" Persia trailed off mid sentence. Her gaze fell upon Alyssa's pale skin. Apparently her shirt had been ruffled in the collision, just enough to reveal part of her bony hip. A small gasp escaped her lips. "What happened?"

Quickly, Alyssa yanked her shirt back down to cover the sprawling blue-purple bruise that covered what could be seen of her hip. "I-I-it's n-nothing," she stuttered.

"Nothing? That bruise was huge!" Persia grabbed the girl's wrist, to which she flinched. The electrokinetic pulled her hand back. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Alyssa assured. "It's nothing, really! I was rolling skating when I took my, uh, my dog for a walk the other day. He got really excited and took off, and I ended up crashing into one of those green curb side garbage cans." She placed a hand to her hip and smiled meekly. "Total accident, ya know? Turk, man, he just so happy to go for walks." She began to slowly inch her way into the stall. "I should've known better than to wear roller skates when taking him out."

Persia nodded faintly. She wasn't an empath, that was for sure. But something about this situation felt funny to her. Off, in some way. She tried to move nearer to Alyssa again, but the stall door shut in her face.

"I'll see you in class," Alyssa chimed from behind the stall door.

Persia crossed her arms across her chest and frowned. "Yeah, you too." Closing her eyes, she stalked off towards the exit. Maybe she really did just crash into a garbage can? I mean, it's possible. As she swung the door open to head to gym class, she scratched her head. But why did she feel the need to go into such detail? She shook her head in dismay. Something just didn't feel right, but she couldn't seem to put her finger on it.

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Prue stopped abruptly, as a glow of orbs reflected on her pretty face. She was standing in front of a shut and locked attic door, via Paige. "Paige," she warned, "I could blast this door off its hinges. Do you really think you can keep me in here?"

Piper folded her arms as she took her place next to Paige. "You can't run from all of us, Prue. Now we want to know what's really going on. Enough with the small talk, and demonic diversions."

"We want the truth," Phoebe said flatly.

Prue heaved a sigh. She turned on her heel and leaned back against the attic door. "Okay. The truth. Right." She shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm still not hearing anything," Paige growled. She moved closer to the Book. "I could always cast the Truth Spell."

Prue glowered. "Personal gain?"

"You cast it on Andy," Phoebe countered.

"And Piper cast it on me just last week," Paige reminded. "I'm sure you would know that."

"And besides," Piper added, "this affects all of us. So in actuality, it isn't personal gain."

"Piper-"

"Paige."

Prue waved her hands. "Fine! Okay, just hold up." Prue closed her eyes and swallowed hard. "The curse that Andy wrote and Pandora cast on The Source," her eyes turned to the wall, "Scorpia reversed it. She didn't just bring him back from the dead, she literally reversed the curse. Because The Source and I were linked by the curse, I was brought back too, because it was reversed."

Piper's eyes shimmered with tears. "So does that mean…"

"Yes, Piper," Prue whispered barely above a whisper. "It means I'm really alive."

"Then why didn't you tell us sooner?" Phoebe exclaimed, also verging on tears.

"Because," Prue's shoulders slumped, "I'm not sure if They'll let me stay."

"Not sure if They'll let you stay?" Paige burst out, incredulous. "How can you ever say that? They have to let you stay! You're alive!"

"Technically!" The eldest yelled. "But not to the world! Not the mortal world. Everyone thinks I'm dead. Do you really think They'll let me stay after They already broke their precious rules to change the world and allow Andy to come back?" Prue smacked her fists against the door in frustration. "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you! I didn't want to get your hopes up, if They chose not to let me stay!"

TO BE CONTINUED….