"I can't believe Pratt is a witch," said Prue.
"I don't believe it," Piper said, "I just don't...believe it. I can't."
"Cant? Or wont?" Asked Paige.
"Both, actually."
"It doesn't matter. The spell wouldn't let us go back to the past because this world is screwed up, right? Well, Pratt has a lot of influence. What if we can get him to remake the world?"
"Remake the world?" Asked Piper, "Prue, how the hell are we supposed remake the world?
"Well," said Prue, "We can see if Pratt can convince the world that witches are good, rather than evil."
"Yeah. But Prue, I don't —,"
"Piper, we may never be able to go back to the past. Do you want to go back to the past? Back to our past? I do."
"What?" Asked Piper, "The past where we fight demons daily, where you work at Buckland's, where Phoebe has no job? Where the club is going down? Prue, I like this future. I like it."
"So...You like this future where witches are prosecuted, where Phoebe is dead?"
"Prue, Pratt is not actually killing them. Just faking it. And yes, I'd like Phoebe back, Prue. But, there's nothing we can do. As it is, we're stuck," said Piper, walking toward the door.
"Wait," said Prue, "Where're you going?"
"P3. Be back later." Piper left.
"What's wrong with you?" Prue asked Paige, as she looked up.
"A charge. God! I'll never catch a break." Paige orbed out.
"You might." Said Prue, walking into the basement, down into the darkroom. She pulled out her blueprints. "If I can find Pratt." She closed her eyes and placed her thoughts on the room in the blueprints. Astral energy appeared around her, and she disappeared.
"Prue?" Asked Pratt, "What're you doing here?"
"Nate, I'm here to talk to you about remaking the world..."
"Yes. I was just thinking about that. I've got some plans. A stage fight. Make the people see witches save me from demons. You three. You. Piper. Paige."
"I don't understand. You've been working on this...how long?"
"About three months."
"You've been working on this for three months and you didn't tell us?"
"Well...I just told you I was a witch two weeks ago. You can't expect me to trust you right off the bat...Can you?"
"Well I don't know. You killed our sister."
"No. I just had to do that so General Glass didn't suspect anything. Besides, we'll work on it together. All of us."
"No. I will. Piper has the club and is on a kinda....Magic strike. And Paige has charges."
"Charges?"
"Well, yeah. She's a whitelighter. You do have a whitelighter, right?"
"No. Killed. Dark-lighter. And your sister's a whitelighter?"
"Yes. She is. Half-witch, half-whitelighter."
"Ah."
"Fine. Let's get to work. What do we need to do?"
"Well, I can clone a demon. Getting them, however, will be difficult. Very difficult.
"Yeah. But, I think we can. Even without the Power of Three. It shouldn't be too hard. I can project down to the Underworld, entice them to attack me, go back to the manor, and set up a crystal cage."
"By yourself?"
"No. With you."
"Prue, I can't go with you. Too much security. You'll have to do it alone."
Astral energy appeared in the cave, stretching outward. When it subsided, Prue stood in the cave.
"Hey," She called. The demons spun around. She quickly projected away, reappearing in Pratt's office.
"They're coming." The demons shimmered into the office. Pratt waved his hand. The demons glowed and the light moved behind them and faded away. Three identical demons stood behind them. They shot fireballs at their real selves. They blew up. The clones shimmered away.
"Where'd they go."
"Just to a Netherworld," said Pratt, "I can call them back when I need them."
"Oh. So...when are we going to...you know...do the plan?"
"In a few days. When Piper and Paige are in on the plan."
"Should I tell them?"
"Not yet. But, make sure to have Kevin in on it too. We could use him. Someone as powerful...as him...."
"What?"
"Kevin —,"
"No. Is something wrong you seem — worried."
"Yes. What do you know about someone or something called 'Zorne'?"
"I've never heard of it, sorry. I can check the Book of —,"
"Quickly. Leave. My secretary is coming. Hurry." Pratt said. Prue astraled {self-projected} away.
"Okay...Book of Shadows," said Prue, walking over to the wall and reacher her arm through the wall and pulling out a book. She sat down and placed the book on her lap, turning the pages. She found a page labeled "Zorne" and red aloud.
"Zorne," she said, "Was a powerful demon who crafted an athema that when stabbed into a magical being, copies their powers and heals the wound(s) the athema caused. The user then has access to those powers, but they do not leave the blade. When Zorne was gaining powers, a demon tricked him when Zorne became obsessed with power, by saying the blade was the only thing that made him powerful. To try and make a point, Zorne closed the connection between him and the blade and the demon vanquished him.
"The Elders then took the blade, but returned it to Earth to be protected by mortals. When the last protector dies, the new one gets the blade.
"The Power Cloning Athema (PCA) a.k.a. Zorne's Athema, can magically transport itself to the next protector who then grows attached to the blade and over time, the magical connection will start. The protector then has telekinetic power over the blade, can make the blade teleport, and in time, can become more powerful than even the...Charmed Ones themselves..."
"Wow...Sounds strong," said Piper, "Sorry. Me and Paige were listening in."
"Yeah," said Paige, who was standing next to Piper, "Well, the Elders called me up there. The 'Protector' is gaining powers. And he's getting strong. Good new is, he's killing demons."
"Won't that cause him to turn evil," asked Piper.
"No," said a voice behind them. They turned around. A man with blond hair stood behind them, an athema in his hand, "The powers are in the blade," he held up the athema. The word "Zorne" was visible in the leather on the hilt, "And won't affect me."