Chapter Twenty-Eight: Syncing
Piper stepped back into the attic, having finally made her phone call. "Dad's bringing Wyatt."
Everyone looked up from what they were doing to stare at her in disbelief. "You think that's safe, honey?" Paige asked.
"You don't understand," Phoebe said sadly. "She didn't ask for him to be brought to safety. She intends to use his power."
Paige looked intently at Piper, who nodded grimly. "Paige, don't judge me. You know I would rather have him sent to another world for his sake than to have to use him in battle. But we must. We can't face a wordful of witches all by ourselves. He's Twice-Blessed, and he is the Wielder of Excalibur. He can help."
Paige and Phoebe sighed as they nodded. Everyone went back to their duty. Piper stared at her cell phone for a time, still cursing herself for what she had just done.
"OK," Phoebe said, "I have found the five spots we'll need to stand on." She looked up. "Paige, can you pin-point-orb us to the exact locations?"
Paige rolled her eyes. "Phoebe, however slim you are, you're not exactly a nail nor do you fill only one coordinate so I think it's safe to say there won't be a problem with that."
"But there will be problems," a voice suddenly chastened her. An Elder in golden robes orbed in. "A ritual calling for the five elements that make a Nexus is a smart idea," he nodded once in Taylor's direction, "however you will need … magnets to draw on your spell and encompass the whole planet for your chants to take effect."
"The poles." Everyone looked back at Phoebe, whose eyes were back on the world map on her screen.
"One more thing." The eyes turned to the Elder once more. "You will need to remain connected as one, to … sync the spell."
"But Billie's protected from my em—" Phoebe trailed off and finished her sentence slowly, "—pathy. Amos," she added in a whisper."