Piper flipped another page in the BOS, trying to figure out what it was that her Mother had told them. How can Prue become evil it just wasn't in her? And if she was then it was up to them to save her. From herself and from the evils of the underworld. She felt her mind drifting to happier times of her and Prue. Going to camp, double dating, cramming over midterms at their apartment before they had to move in to help Grams.

Paige poured a small bit of water into the potion she was working on. She wanted to save Prue as much as Piper and Phoebe did, though maybe more so then Phoebe. Her older sister had been missing ever since they had a visit from their Mother. She knew she was hurting and wasn't even sure where to begin to help her.

"Piper." Paige started not sure how to broach the subject.
"As soon as I find something Paige I'll go see her. I think she needs time right now." Piper answered the unasked question without even looking up from her research.
"That is something we don't have a lot of Piper. Mum even said we need to get Prues soul away from there if we are to save her, and even that it might be to late."
"I know Paige but I just think for Phoebe it's deeper then that. I mean she SAW Prue. I can't even begin to imagine how that would feel."
"I know, I just wish I could help her ease some of he pain." Paige knew what Prue meant to Phoebe, she was the mother she never had. To lose her at a young age. Sure Paige never knew her real Mother but at least she had someone there to guide her and love her as a Mother would. Phoebe didn't have that person: except for Prue.

Piper replayed Paige's words in her mind and knew what she needed to do. Without a word she exited the attic towards the one person she knew needed her then. As she thought of Phoebe she also thought of Leo. He had been called away on some big Elder duty. He didn't want to go, for he knew what was going on, but it was his duty. His duty. She smirked to herself. His duty was what ended their marriage. A marriage they had both fought so hard for. Fought for their love.

Phoebe held Wyatt in her hands as she held him up high. Reaching the stars as she brought him down close to her face and then shot him back up again. His laughter was all she needed to keep going. She often thought what Prue would have been like with him, but she brushed that thought aside today. All she wanted was to feel her nephews love.

She could feel the slight strain in her arms but she didn't care, she kept going. Though now she held him over her head and dropped him back above her head onto the bed. She turned over and started to tickle him. Once again his laughter reaching down inside her heart. A warmth and joy that to her was unexplainable. The warmth and love a babies laugh filling the room and her heart.

As she reached her happiest moment something happened. What had she touched or sensed as her world became black and white?

Wyatt sat up looking at his aunt. Placing a hand on her cold cheek. His soft cooing not waking her. When he saw his mother enter he knew something was wrong by the look on her face.

"Phoebe?" she quickly made her way to the bed as the wound to her sister suddenly appeared and then a few minutes later the blood trickling out of her mouth. "Phoebe!"

The darkness almost overwhelmed her but she blinked her eyes a few times to adjust to the darkness. She kept herself tight to the rocky walls fearing being spotted. Knowing that her powers of premonition had advanced to the point it could be fatal to her. She was actually there as far as she knew. It was if her power had become an astral vision. Sending her into her own visions.

Bolts shot around her suddenly as she tried to see who was where.

She looked around as she had the last time she was there, but some how this all seemed different, it seemed darker. Until she came around another bend and saw them. One sitting high on his throne and her sister standing next to him like a proud parent. She moved with caution fearing what would happen if they saw her. She knew the dangers of anything happening to her in a vision. As soon as she thought it, it happened, as an energy bolt hit her in the upper arm sending her to the ground in pain, as she clutched her arm.

She cringed with pain as she looked up at the woman before her. "Prue?" she said with astonishment that her sister would let her lie there hurt, let alone possibly hurt her like that.
"Phoebe." His voice was thick and menacing as she looked past her sister to meet his eyes. It was him. His broad shoulders, his short dark hair, the deep brown eyes. Everything screamed at her of the man she had once known and loved. The man who was now gone from her life forever.
"Cole." The name rolled off her tongue in a hushed whisper, as she saw her own nightmare begin again.
"You speak of my father in awe and disbelief."
"You're. No. He's dead." Her confusion was showing on her face like lines on a map, readable.

He pulled her to her feet holding her against the wall with an invisible hand, "Yes he is no thanks to you and Paige. With the help of dark magic and your sister I live. I live to destroy you and your sisters." he held her eyes for a moment. His last words filled with hate and vengeance as he tossed her to the ground "Goodbye Mother." His smile wicked as the energy bolt struck out and slammed into her.

"PAIGE!" Pipers voice carried through the Manor up to the attic where the youngest witches was flipping through the BOS for any answers.

Paige lifted her head and could sense the panic in Pipers voice when she called her. She didn't even hesitate as she ran for the door and down the stairs. Her heart flipped when she saw Piper leaning over Phoebe trying anything to get her to breathe. She could see and feel the fear coming from her oldest sister. "What? What happened?"
"I..I she isn't breathing." Piper was scared; "I can't do this again. Please not again."

Paige quickly slid in next to Piper and could see Phoebes burned shoulder and the trail of blood running down her cheek. "Piper we have to get her awake. She's stuck in one of her premonitions." Paige took charge knowing that Piper was close to losing it.

Paige noticed the pool of blood forming at Phoebes stomach as her sister gasped then nothing. She knew the signs from before. Phoebe had been hurt in her vision, had come out of it and blacked out. "LEO!LEO!" Paige called out as she pulled back Phoebes shirt trying to get at the wound. The sight of it made her turn away, but she had to do something.

"Piper go get some medical supplies Band-Aids, dressing anything. QUICKLY!" Paige held the pressure on Phoebes stomach with one hand and the other looked at the energy burn on her shoulder. "Come on Phoebs hang in there." she spoke softly as she placed her hand on her sisters head, brushing back the hair on her face.

He glared at the spot the witch was. "What magic is this?!" his voice full of hate and anger. He wanted to see her suffer. That was the type of blow he had given her. One so he could see her pain. Let her anguish in what she had done. Now she was no where to be seen.

He turned on his personal servant. "You told me I was the Source. How can a witch disappear like that?"
"I do not know Sire. Perhaps she has the power to astral project."
"That wasn't her power, that was mine. She can get premonitions and can levitate. None of which she has any real control over." Prues voice was firm yet quiet. Inside she felt like she was betraying her sister, but she knew she wasn't, her loyalties rest on her son.

The Source turned to the voice beside him. He knew she spoke the truth, but then how was this possible?

"She was here and I wanted her to pay for everything she did to my Father. She killed him! I want her to suffer pain as she has never felt before!!" his voice echoed through the caverns letting all that past know and feel his anger. "Find her and bring her to me. Not her astral-self, but HER! I want that witch to suffer for what she has done!" Even at a young age his voice held confidence and authority.

She made her way to her seat. The lavish throne to his right was more then she ever dreamed of. She felt a like a queen right out of the old times of England, but she was more like the King's mother. Though she knew inside she wasn't, that belonged to someone else. That belonged to her baby sister.

Her mind drifted back to her time with her family and she still didn't understand what was going on. She remembered the pain of childbirth two years ago. But now the son she bore was a teenager. She remembered the pain of her own death. And thinking of that made her more confused. She had died, so how was it she gave birth at all? Her mind ran more questions through her then she thought possible. Yet she knew inside where she held her loyalties. To the son she had carried for months and givien life to in pain for. Nothing else to her mattered but him. Even if it meant the death of her sisters.