Chapter Five: To Leave or Not to Leave

"We need to leave now!" Phoebe hissed. She was tense as hell, staring from the window to Amos and back again. The man hooked an eyebrow at her.

"So she's the demon yeh're running from, he? What's wrong with her voice then? It's all fuzzy and echoing in me head."

He must be sensing the Source in her, Phoebe thought, I need to keep an eye on this one, he really is special. "She's no mere demon," she explained. "She's more like Demon Queen."

"Oh," Amos pondered the idea. All of a sudden he snapped out of it and turned to a set of shelves, looking through the diverse items it held, feeling his way with his fingers. He then turned to Phoebe and jerked his head towards another set on the opposite wall. "Would yeh be so kind and grab me an eagle feather, a pyrite crystal and some salt?"

"What'd you think you're doing? Amos, we can't possibly stay here with her standing on the other side of the door! She might hear us or sense us, for all I know!" Phoebe looked scared.

"Darlin', I got everything I need here to protect yeh against any evil that's on yer tail, all yeh'll need is to believe in Old Mother Madge Hosea's charms."

"That's your grandma?"

"Yeh bet, my pet. Now if yeg please?" He held out his hand toward the shelves Phoebe was supposed to look through.

Phoebe sighed. "Alright, but get everything you need packed 'cause we're not doing this here with her outside."

"Alrigh', alrigh'." While he still was turned towards her, he reached for a heavy glass jar and knocked against another one that hit the shelf's board, rolled all the way to the edge and fell …

Phoebe, thunderstruck, stood motionless, staring blindingly at the piece of shiny crystal dashing its way downwards to its and Phoebe's doom.

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She looked up to the sun, her moon, just like day was her night. She was always so full of opposite, contradictions. Bringing her eyes back down to the village, Christy cursed the fog still hovering around her. She turned to the old idiot guide then to the house.

She knew she was in the right place, she felt it. The first thing she had done when finding the village was asking whether there lived someone that did magic tricks of any kind in here. For if any Charmed One or consort was here, surely she'd be with that one person. She had learned magic attracted magic like a magnet … She was certain.

She hoped it'd be Billie.