Chapter Seventeen: Analepsis
Phoebe, Taylor and Amos sat on couches, the Charmed One talking to the young girl for the moment, "You'll be lucky if you can manage to force a premonition to you. I myself only could trigger them with a potion and I'd rather warn you against that since it could be viewed as personal gain.
Amos interrupted, "What's personal gain?"
Phoebe cocked an eyebrow towards Taylor, who answered, smiling, "It's when a witch uses his or her magic for their own purpose when he or she should be out helping innocents."
"Oh."
On another couch, Billie was lying, fast asleep on the book she was previously reading.
Christy, since he's just a human at first sight and defied her, will try to kill him at all cost?
The fair, Billie stood in front of Leo, surrounded by demons, and Christy.
"Let it be, Billie," Christy said sweetly, stepping forward. "This is all for you, sis," she pointed at the demon, at Leo.
Both he and Billie looked at one another, dumbstruck. Christy rolled her eyes. "With the Grimoire, I can take out the three bitches and make you see the light!
The scene changed in a blur, "I want you, Billie." Billie, surrounded by the other four on the Andes mountain top, waved at Christy, sending her flying backwards. The Source laughed and flamed out before hitting the white wall of the temple.
She reappeared with a pack of demons. "Attack," she ordered, pointing at the witches.
The fight went on and on, Christy watching it and sometimes intervening to give her minions the upper hand and wait for the opportunity to catch Billie by surprise.
"Volcano!" The Source was engulfed by revolving blue orbs and disappeared against her will. Paige, panting, fell on her knees in the snow.
Phoebe was kicked in the back by a demon and cut her wrist on an athamé that lay forgotten on the white ground.
Billie turned around at the witch's cry of pain.
"Phoebe!" She bolted upright, panting.
"Hey, hey, it's OK." Phoebe was at her side in a heartbeat, patting her on the back. "It was just a nightmare." She stroked her blonde hair and smiled gently as the young witch looked up.
"Sorry I fell asleep."
Phoebe shook her head. "Don't, if I had wanted you awake, I'd have called you; you needed some rest." Billie was staring at the now-fully healed wrist that Phoebe had had cut. "Are you sure you're alright?" Phoebe wondered, worried.
Billie nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." She straightened up. The left side of her face was red from having slept on the book she was busy with. "I found something before I drifted off."
"What?" Phoebe brought a lock of hair behind her ear as she bent forward to read the entry Billie was pointing at.
Billie started reading from memory, "The Hosea are an old family of witches who lost their views in the past – they stopped vanquishing demons, exiling themselves, and became more like their village's magic tricksters and healers. That's the last we've heard of them," she concluded.
Phoebe looked at Amos, he had obviously never hear his family's story, from the look on his face – bewilderment and something akin to … shame?