Hey Guys! Welcome to the next Chapter of The Power of Three. I hope you all enjoyed the first one.
From here on out, most chapters will begin and end in the future (with the middle still being the present). There IS a reason for this. I want you to see if you can work out what exactly is happening in the future. It's my way of adding a mystery spin onto the story. Send your theories to me via a review, can't wait to see what you all think.
Otherwise welcome to Chapter Two.
The Power of Three – Trinezia.
Chapter Two – Judging Philippe.
*5 days later*
As ambulance sirens blared around her, Karlia looked around in shock. How could this happen? She wondered. How?!
In amongst the sounds of sirens the sounds of car doors being slammed mingled with people racing up to what was now a line created with police tape. Photographs were being taken, whether by reporters or by normal civilians Karlia had no idea.
After all, it didn't matter.
Not now.
"Karlia Stappord?" a man dressed in a grey suit asked, stepping forward.
Karlia who could barely move, let alone talk, simply nodded.
"We need you to identify the body," the man finished.
Again nodding Karlia followed the man to a clearing where a white sheet lay over what was clearly a fresh corpse.
A dark skinned woman with kind eyes looked up at Karlia from her squatted position on the ground.
"You ready?" she asked softly.
Karlia nodded.
With a swift movement the woman pulled the sheet back to reveal the face of the recently deceased.
Immediately Karlia's eyes brimmed with tears as she started hyperventilating.
"I take it that's a positive identification?" the man in the suit asked.
"Y-Yes," Karlia stammered. "It is."
As the woman with kind eyes replaced the sheet over the deceased's face Karlia allowed her grief to fully consume her as there, in the middle of the street, in front of detectives, media and countless members of the public Karlia wailed out loud.
*Five days Earlier*
As Philippe walked into the room he couldn't help but look around it in awe. Ahead of him lay a path that led straight up the judge's bench. Both of which had been constructed out of black wood. This only seemed to be contrasted by the blood red colored walls that sat behind the bench.
As Philippe walked down the path heeding Bruckner's warning not to say anything unless he was spoken to, he eyed the parties tables. The one on the left had a woman standing behind it, crying into a handkerchief. The one on the right had a man dressed in a grey jump-suit who seemed to be listening to the judge intently.
Naturally the judge was Allyria who looked as grand and timeless as she always did. A black judge's robe flowed from her neck down, only contrasted by the collar of a blood red shirt that stuck out of the her robes.
Security Guards seemed to be placed on either side of both tables seemingly ready to spring into action if it were needed.
Bruckner walked up to Philippe and forced him around the left hand corner where Philippe noticed a gallery of benches for people to sit and witness the trail. Taking his cue, Philippe, as quietly as he could, made his way over to one of the benches as the Queen continued on as though not having noticed Philippe's entrance.
"And Mr. Rottmire, doesn't the law clearly state that Vampires are to cease fire once the sun has begun to rise?" the queen asked the man standing at the defendant's table.
"Ye-yes Ms Judge," the man squeaked.
It seemed rather odd that this man would be scared of Allyria. He was certainly built more strongly than any vampire Philippe had ever seen. Even through the jumpsuit Philippe could tell how muscular this man was. If he was indeed a vampire than he feared the odds any innocent would have after the strength boost any vampire received after they turned.
"It's your honor Mr. Rottmire," the Queen said dismissively looking through some sheets of paper that sat in front of her.
"Ye-yes your honor," Mr. Rottmire squeaked once more.
The queen seemed to take some time looking at the papers in front of her, despite looking up every so often as though to make sure order was maintained.
"Mr. Rottmire, your record shows you have a prior, do you recall what this prior was?" she asked still not looking up from what she was reading.
"Yes your honor," Mr. Rottmire replied. "It was for acts of blood whorgery."
"Indeed it was," the queen agreed, now looking up from her papers and glaring down at the man. "Mr. Rottmire, you do realize that a prior does not help your case right?"
"Yes your honor."
"And indeed as much as we look down on blood whorgery, you do realize that this offence is much, much worse, right?"
"Yes your honor."
"Mr. Rottmire I have no choice," the queen went on. "During this whole trial you have shown nothing but insubordination, including next to no remorse for the victim. As Queen I am held to a higher regard which I am sure you understand and I simply cannot let other vampires in this kingdom think for a moment that what you did was forgivable. Mr. Jonas? What were the findings?"
A man who was sitting in front of Philippe stood and made his way over to the plaintiff's table.
"Your honor the findings were conclusive. Mrs. Rottmire is in fact a fully fledged vampire and as you can see this has come as a great shock to her."
Mrs. Rottmire who stood next to Mr. Jonas, if possible was crying even louder now.
The poor thing Philippe thought to himself. Imagine being someone's wife one day and then unwillingly becoming a vampire the next.
"I'd like the see the findings Mr. Jonas," the queen requested.
"Of course your honor," Mr. Jonas replied handing a folder of papers to a man who Philippe instantly recognized as the bailiff.
Aside from the laws and indeed the look of the room they were in, Philippe couldn't help but notice how very much like a mortal court preceding this trial had been run. He recalled having seen Phoebe Halliwell go on trial for the disuse of her powers. The whole scene was different to any trial Philippe had ever seen. It was nice to know that Queen Allyria still held a courtroom in the same way mortal innocents did.
The queen glanced at the papers and turned to the defendant once more.
"Mr. Rottmire," she began. "The findings are, as Mr. Jonas has testified, conclusive. Your wife is a vampire now. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Your honor the struggle to deal with both my mortal and my immortal life has been-" Mr. Rottmire began.
"Mr. Rottmire, I understand your need for companionship," the queen replied. "However, the law has been clear for the past fortnight. No vampire, under any circumstances, may turn a mundane unless given permission by the proper authorities. Not to mention that the new laws have come with a very strict no judgement policy. Its rule-breaker's beware Mr. Rottmire. Which means that you as the defendant should have known the law and yet chose not to look into it before proceeding."
"Your honor no-" Mr. Rottmire cried.
"Silence Mr. Rottmire, I'm done," the queen boomed over him. "Mrs. Rottmire I am so sorry for what has happened to you and I can only hope that my ruling today can give you some solace with moving on towards your new way of life. Mr. Rottmire, you have been found guilty of turning without authority-"
By now the queen had to raise her voice as Mr. Rottmire started crying out in vain.
"And therefore you will be placed into the sunroom this evening at sundown. That is my verdict," with that the queen banged her gavel as the guards surrounding Mrs. Rottmire led her out of the room and the guards surrounding Mr. Rottmire lead him through a door to the right, that Philippe hadn't noticed until now.
Unlike other judges Philippe had seen the queen did not leave the room, instead she began to write some things down while everyone else it seemed, had gotten up and exited the room leaving Philippe alone with Bruckner and the queen.
Not surprisingly Bruckner had made his way over to the judge's bench and had begun to converse with her. The queen looked up in Philippe's direction quickly giving a curt nod and then, finally existed herself as Bruckner made his way back to Philippe.
"Her majesty is ready for you," Bruckner said using the slow and dark tone Philippe had sadly become accustomed to. "Follow me."
"*"
"But that's just it Karlia," Selena implored. "You've done everything since you've moved in here."
"That's not true," Karlia replied smiling. "I don't cook-"
"I enjoy cooking thank you," Selena chimed in.
"I don't do the washing-" Karlia began again.
"Meh menial labor," Selena waved off. "What else ya got?"
"Not that much actually," Karlia answered.
"Exactly," Selena replied. "Karlia, not only are you a power of three member, but you're also a full time employee."
"Who is soon to hopefully make manager-" Karlia chimed in.
"My point exactly!" Selena replied. "You've been working so hard lately that your even your bosses have seen it. No, no, no it needs to be much more even than that."
Karlia smiled up at Selena who had been busing herself the whole time by drying dishes and putting them away.
"Selena-" she began.
"Look, just say thank you Selena," Selena replied. "Thank you for noticing, I appreciate it."
"This isn't a fight I'm going to win is it?" Karlia asked.
"Not a chance," Selena replied.
Karlia sighed.
"Thank you Selena for noticing I appreciate it and a casual job will be more than-"
"Now why did you have to go and ruin such a good response?" Selena asked. "I'm going to just ignore those last few words and move on. What's the next item on the agenda?"
Karlia beamed as Selena placed what couldn't have been a better timed coffee in front of her, before sitting down to join the blonde at the kitchen table.
"Ok," Karlia replied, looking down at her list. "Item number 2 is love."
Unbeknown to Philippe, Selena and Karlia had called half weekly meetings to catch up on anything and everything they'd missed because of everything that seemed to get in the way. They were normally called at the most random of times like Philippe being in the shower, so as to keep it between the ladies. Both of them had taken to writing lists of what to bring up, especially for when Philippe was showering and they knew they wouldn't have long to get through everything.
Today however, unlike normal, it had been a week and a half since they'd called a girl's meeting and so there was much to get through.
"Oh yeah!" Selena remarked smiling. "So how are things with you and Alec?"
"Constant," Karlia reminded, referring to the vampire name she preferred to call him. "And good. Great actually. But that's not what I meant."
Selena shook her head confused.
"Well then what did you mean?" she asked.
"I meant Philippe and Leo," Karlia replied. "Remember how at the last meeting we were saying that they need more time together?"
"Oh for goodness sakes' Karlia," Selena waved off. "Leo brought Philippe flowers from Greece! What more could a man ask for?"
"Ah…a date?" Karlia replied.
Selena just fixed Karlia with a look.
"Come on Selena!" Karlia implored. "Unless you're about to tell me that they dated many times since I've been at Bloodworth with Constant-"
"Ah no," Selena agreed. "You'd be right there."
"Remember when we faced Katya?" Karlia posed, recalling the battle they'd had recently to acquire the emerald jewel.
"Please don't remind me," Selena whined.
"I'm not going to remind you about her," Karlia spat. "But if you recall, both of us got to go out on a date with Matt and Constant and Leo and Philippe were sort of left to deal with everything."
"You're right," Selena agreed. "You're definitely right. But how do we?"
"Ahhhh," Karlia sighed. "You just leave that one to me."
"*"
A couple of paved corners with walls that reflected the lobby area later, Philippe and Bruckner stood outside of a door that was clearly labeled Judges Chambers.
"Go…in," Bruckner said in that same soft and yet dark tone he was always using.
"Ah…thanks," Philippe replied.
Pushing open the door Philippe boldly walked into the room, immediately noticing Allyria.
"Your majesty!" he beamed.
Allyria who had been working on something behind her PC, looked out to see Philippe making his way over to her.
"Philippe Thompson!" she beamed. "My, my, my. What has it been 2 weeks?"
Hugging her ally Allyria stood back to look at the man.
"You know, if you weren't already spoken for I'd set you up with my nephew," she laughed. "Came out only 2 days ago. Was a beautiful moment. Please sit."
As the queen made her way back behind her desk sitting also, Philippe relented into a soft cushy chair that sat in front of the desk.
"Congratulations!" he beamed. "It's a…gay?"
"Well thank you Philippe," the queen smiled. "Yes, turns out it is. We were all very happy for him. Anyway, my time is short I'm afraid and I must go over the reason I have summoned you."
"Of course your majesty," Philippe smiled. "By all means."
"Well Philippe," the queen began a trifle amount of trepidation evident in her voice. "As you are aware my dear sister Chessie is to be tried tomorrow for heresy to the crown."
"Yes your majesty," Philippe replied. "You have my deepest sympathies."
"Well dear Philippe," the queen went on. "I was rather hoping to have a little more than that actually."
The queen chuckled though Philippe could tell it was more out of nerves than anything else.
"Of course your majesty," he replied. "Whatever you need."
The queen leant forward indicating the seriousness of the situation. She looked quite uneasily into Philippe's blue eyes.
"Philippe," she continued quite seriously. "I seem to be placed in an awkward situation. Aside from the obvious in not wanting to sentence my sister, the law actually…well quite frankly…won't allow it. For you see with Chessie and I being sisters it creates a-"
"Conflict of interest," Philippe replied as through seeing the conclusion all on his own.
"Precisely," Allyria replied gracefully getting up from the chair and walking over to sit next to Philippe. "I simply cannot preside over her trial without showing favoritism. Though, between us, truth be known – she's committed a crime and I would've actually seen to it that she were punished to the full extent of the law."
"Of course your majesty," Philippe replied.
"Philippe, please…just…for now, while we're in this room. Let's forgo all the formalities, shall we?" Allyria asked kindly.
"Ok," Philippe replied. "Honestly, in my opinion, I think you were more than humble letting her back into the castle your m-…Allyria."
"Well Philippe," Allyria replied getting up and moving back over to her desk. "I take each and every situation individually and on this particular situation I felt that I needed to treat her as a sister and not a citizen."
"Completely understandable," Philippe said.
"In any case," the queen went on, now sitting down once more. "That's why I've called you here. Philippe it is my wish that you lead the trial against my sister."
"*"
"What?!" Selena cried an hour later. "What did you say?"
"Well I told her while I don't have a lot of experience particularly in the field of magical law enforcement that I would be honored to take her place," Philippe replied.
"Philippe!" Selena cried aghast.
Having met Leo back in the formal waiting room the pair had said a quick goodbye to Parvati and headed on home. Leo had asked how everything had gone, but Philippe wanted to tell everyone at once. Now they all sat in the living room, Leo seated next to his boyfriend while Selena and Karlia sat opposite them.
"What Selena?" Philippe questioned. "It's not like I could have said no!"
"Well Philippe," Selena replied. "You can actually, it's quite simple. Start with an nnnn and end with an ooo."
Karlia clapped her hands together once as if to call silence.
"Ok you guys, this is nuts!" she cried.
"Don't tell me-" Selena began.
"No I am telling you Selena," Karlia replied. "I'm telling both of you. For starters Philippe has already said yes, so no amount of treating him like a child who needs to learn pronunciation is going to change things and Philippe, I just…well…I just hope you know what you're doing. This trial could have serious ramifications if everything doesn't go a certain way."
"Now hold on Karlia," Leo interrupted. "Do you really think the queen wouldn't have given Philippe this responsibility if she didn't trust that he will make a sound decision, no matter what it is?"
"You have to say that," Karlia replied. "You're his boyfriend. But don't forget Leo, I'm dating her son."
"Yeah," Selena agreed. "And I'm dating someone that lives with her!"
"Wow…" Philippe replied now standing. "I…I-I I guess I was wrong. Honestly I thought you guys would be happy for me and support me like I do with everything you guys decide to do."
"Philippe…" Karlia tried.
"No Karlia," Philippe said. "Just…just forget I said anything."
With that Philippe walked out of the living room and up the flight of stairs to his bedroom.
"Is he…?" Karlia began. "Is he serious?"
"Yes Karlia!" Leo yelled, making both Selena and Karlia jump. "My god! Finally Philippe has something go his way. And yet, it's probably one of the most stressful things he will have to deal with on top of everything else you guys go through as the power of three. And all you can think about are the guys you're dating?"
Neither Karlia nor Selena said anything.
"Unbelievable! Weren't you just saying last week Karlia that Philippe needs to find more time for himself? Weren't you saying Selena that he needs to find a job? Now both things happen for him and all you can do is jump down his throat! I may be your guide, I may be your white lighter but I am not going to just switch off into business mode and find something to distract you guys."
Leo rose from the couch and placed his hands on his hips.
"You know," he went on. "You guys need to sort this out. Because, if you don't not only will it fracture the power of three – which trust me you don't want to go there. But more than that, you could actually scar Philippe from making any other independent decision again! You're not his mother's, you're his friends. His best friends! So you better fix this before Philippe feels compelled to turn the queen down or you could lose more than his trust. If you think about it, you could lose the whole alliance between us and them. God!"
With that Leo orbed right out of the lounge leaving Selena and Karlia alone to talk.
"*"
Meanwhile Philippe was upstairs crying. He was saddened naturally, but he was also going over what Karlia had said. It could have serious ramifications if something went wrong. But then again, what was wrong in this case? Sentencing her? Giving her a lighter sentence? Letting her go? There was no way of knowing. In the end it was most likely going to be a lose/lose situation.
"How you holding up?" a voice asked, making Philippe raise his head and look in the direction of Leo who stood at the door.
"They're right," Philippe sniffled. "They're right Leo."
"What do you mean?" Leo asked. "They're not right Philippe. They're not right at all. If anything they stepped way over the line."
"Line-shmine Leo," Philippe replied. "This verdict. My…verdict. Could lead to them being dumped! I…no…no-no, I couldn't forgive myself for that. I…I couldn't. I couldn't allow them to get their hearts broken. Orb me."
"What?" Leo asked.
"Orb me to the queen," he said sounding quite defeated.
"The queen?" Leo questioned. "Why would you want me to-"
"Because Leo," Philippe replied. "I'm going to need to give her enough notice. I can't just decline hours before the trial begins!"
"So what," Leo demanded. "You're just going to pull out of this great opportunity. Just like that?"
"Well yeah Leo," Philippe replied. "I can't compete with them. They're my friends. And besides, what if I make the wrong choice? What if I convict when I should have acquitted? Or acquit where I should have convicted? I'm no judge Leo! I'm just…me. I'm just Philippe Thompson, crabby witchipedia from power of three lane."
"No…" came the sobbing sound of Selena from the doorway. "You're not."
"Selena please," Philippe replied. "You were right."
"No Philippe…" Selena said. "We…weren't."
She walked into the room followed by Karlia who both took a seat on either side of Philippe who by now was sitting on his bed.
"We…we were just thinking about ourselves," Selena groaned. "But this…"
"This is a wonderful opportunity for you!" Karlia chimed in.
"Yeah!" Selena agreed. "You're always going on about the law and how justice needs to prevail and all that crap."
"Exactly," Karlia agreed. "You know what? I think we've been thinking about this all wrong Selena! Maybe we should actually celebrate this opportunity."
"Celebrate?" Philippe laughed. "Why would we celebrate it?"
"Oh come on Philippe!" Karlia beamed. "When I was made supervisor, what did you plan?"
"A celebration," Philippe replied recalling the moment.
"And when I was told I was up for manager, what did you plan?" Karlia asked, enjoying the smile that crept up onto Philippe's face.
"A celebration," Philippe said once more.
"Exactly!" Karlia beamed. "Come on. Let's get out of this room, down to the kitchen and plan a night to remember!"
In turn, Philippe hugged Karlia and Selena. They seemed to have done a 180 on how they were feeling only moments before and now, to boot, they were going to be planning a party for him.
"Ah Philippe," Leo whispered as the others bounded off to the kitchen. "They're calling."
They, of course, meant the elders. Leo's bosses and if Philippe had learned anything it was that the elders were not to be ignored.
"On a Sunday?" Philippe asked disappointed.
"Philippe, in their world there is no such thing as a weekend," Leo replied giving his boyfriend a hug. "But I promise I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure that I'll be back for whatever celebration you guys are planning."
"You better," Philippe said coming out of the hug. "I'm not going to this thing without my date. You remember that Mr."
"I will," Leo replied. "Love you."
Philippe sighed.
He almost knew wishing for a Sunday to themselves was futile.
"Love you too," he said, quickly giving Leo a kiss before the white-lighter orbed off to see what the elders wanted.
"*"
Downstairs in the kitchen Selena and Karlia were deep in planning mode.
"I'll take care of the cooking," Selena said. "Could you do the shopping maybe? There's a few things I need."
"Of course!" Karlia beamed. "Now I'm guessing we'd have it here right?"
"Well yeah," Selena replied. "Where else would we have it?"
"Right," Karlia agreed. "Ok then, so you do the shopping list. I'll grab the food so you can cook and ah…who should we invite?"
"Well since Leo seems to be having the day off," Selena chortled. "I'd say Leo, Matt, Constant…maybe some of Philippe's other friends?"
"Philippe has friends?" Karlia asked.
Her timing couldn't have been any worse however as Philippe had chosen that exact moment to walk into the kitchen.
"Yes I have friends!" he replied lightly whacking her in the shoulder. "I had quite a few friends before this whole Power of three never get a day off deal came along. Ask Selena, we pretty much filled the backyard on my 22nd birthday."
"It's true," Selena agreed. "Oh my god Philippe, speaking of which. I forgot to tell you, I saw Sandra the other day."
"Sandra Landerchamp?" Philippe laughed. "Oh my god how long has it been?"
"Sandra Landerchamp?" Karlia questioned.
"Oh yeah," Selena flicked away with her hand. "Philippe's drunk friend."
"Hey!" Philippe replied. "I'm not the only one who knows people that can't handle liquor you know."
Karlia however looked confused.
"Philippe, I don't think I've ever seen liquor in the Power Port," she said scratching her head. "Are you telling me you used to be fun before we met?"
Selena laughed at that one. Her question was fair, after all Philippe had become nothing but serious ever since they'd become members of the Power of Three. Let alone Selena's reaction which was to distance herself from it as much as she possibly could, Philippe seemed to dive head-first into his destiny completely leaving his past behind him.
"Karlia," Philippe began. "It's not that I don't drink. You've seen me drink at POT. It's more that I've been too scared to drink here. What if a demon shimmered in while we were all plastered? What? I try to freeze them and miss entirely while laughing and saying oops, must've missed?"
"No Philippe," Selena laughed, enjoying the humorous moment. "Now that you have a boyfriend that just so happens to be an angel, you'd call him and he'd take us 'up there' to sober us up."
Karlia laughed at that one and even went as far as to hive-five Selena.
"But that brings us back to the issue of who to invite," Selena went on. "Naturally we'll invite Matt, Leo and Constant. But Philippe who else would you like to invite?"
"Well as much as Sandra was a hoot," Philippe replied rolling his eyes at the memories of her drunkenly singing show tunes at his 22nd. "I think we should probably leave it to magic people only. If something were to happen during the-"
"Nothing's going to happen!" Selena whined.
"Selena you don't know that," Philippe replied getting up to fill a cup with coffee. "Besides, if we invite Sandra she'll probably make me get so drunk I won't know which was is up. Which-"
Philippe went on as Selena was about to interrupt again.
"Would be bad because I need to be at Bloodworth tomorrow at 9 for the start of the trial."
"Okay," Selena said raising her hands defeated. "Magic party only."
"I wish we could invite your Grams, Philippe and your mom Selena, and…Toby," Karlia mused. "It would be nice to actually have a chat with them all you know?"
When the three had been moments away from defeating Katya the demon recently, Philippe's Grams, Selena's mom and Karlia's brother Toby, who had all passed, had shown up as part of the vanquish spell. The threesome had been granted less than a few minutes to say hi, before all three took Katya away with them as per the vanquish spell.
Since then, Philippe had been meaning to summon his Grams and have a very strong wiccan word with her considering all the secrets she had managed to keep from him before her passing. However the time had just never presented itself.
Now however, would be a perfect opportunity.
"Karlia that's a great idea!" Philippe cried. "Why don't I summon Grams and see what we can do? If Piper was allowed to have her mother for her wedding day and Penny was allowed to be corporeal any damn time she wanted to it must stand to reason that we can have our family here tonight also."
Karlia smiled, but it was Selena who voiced her opinion.
"And you think you're not ready to be a judge after that reasoning?" she asked as her friend went a deep shade of red.
"*"
Arriving in the attic Philippe placed candles into a lit circle muttering to himself all the while before marching over to the book of shadows. He didn't need the spell, he knew it well enough after all, but somehow standing by the book filled him with a sense of comfort.
Hear these words hear my cry
Spirit from the other side.
Come to me, I summon thee
Cross now, the great divide.
He was ready to finally ask her the truth and find out exactly what was going on. But when the orbs that appeared, suddenly disappeared they were not replaced by his Grams but rather a woman with long brown hair, a black long sleeve v neck and dark blue jeans.
"Holly?" Philippe asked, not daring to believe an actress would be standing in front of him.
Not only was Holly an actress, but one Philippe had admired quite a bit.
"No!" spat the woman. "I am not Holly. My name is…Piper."
"*"
*5 days later*
"Karlia," Piper sniffled unable to control the tears that fell down her cheeks. "We need to move."
"But we-" Karlia began. "Can't Piper! We c-c-c! We can't!"
As more tears fell down her face Piper put her hands under Karlia's arms lifting her up.
"I know it's hard-" Piper began.
"How?!" Karlia spat. "How can you know?!"
"I lost someone close to me too once remember?" Piper questioned, now tugging at Karlia's arms to move her away from the scene.
"This…was not…a demon attack Piper!" Karlia shrieked through her sobs. "This was mortal!"
"I know," Piper replied. "But we need to get out of here, before they start suspecting us as being the killers."
"Don't you understand?!" Karlia shrieked again. "Everything's going to change now! Every little thing!"
"*"
And that's where we'll leave it for this week. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please leave a review and let me know what you thought. Good or bad, I appreciate all views.
Next time on the Power of Three…
(Piper): "My name is…Piper."
Usually when a spell goes awry…
(Philippe): "I was trying to summon my Grams and yet Piper showed up instead."
It leads to terrible consequences…
(Selena): "Philippe? Thought-you'd-summon-part-of-the-old-power-of-three?"
But what if….
It brought back everyone from the old power of three?
(Phoebe): "Wow! I'm Phoebe, Phoebe Halliwell."
(Philippe): "Is there some sort of a convention going on? Where's Paige and Prue?"
(Selena): "Paige and Prue I presume?"
(Paige): "Meh, that's new."
And a simple question…
(Prue): "What kind of a fix?"
(Philippe): "I was trying to summon my Grams."
(Paige): "Who's your Grams?"
Leads to something…
(Piper): "Apparently he was trying to summon his Grams and she-"
(Prue): "Is Praesentia Thompson."
BEAT!
(Phoebe): "What?"
BEAT!
(Piper): "No!" "But Praesentia is-"
BEAT-BEAT-BEAT-BEAT-BEAT….WHAT-OR-WHO-IS-PRAESENTIA?!
(Paige): "Your Grams has done a lot since she past."
Early revelations…
(Paige): "She was very courageous."
Emotions on high…
(Piper laughing): "Explain? What's there to explain Leo? I died 4 months ago and what? Suddenly you turn gay?!"
And who else will be seen to be alive on THAT-NIGHT?!
All new Power of Three next Monday.