Post by Phoebe Halliwell on May 19, 2010 3:44:53 GMT -5
A flash of white light consumed a slightly less cluttered version of the Halliwell Manor attic, and Phoebe stood swaying in front of the stand that usually held the Book of Shadows. As the light faded, a wave of dizziness washed over Phoebe and she collapsed, overcome by a coughing fit.
“P-Pr-Pruuue?” she called through her coughing.
Jeez, she was sick, but she didn’t think she was sick enough to pass out or anything. She groaned as she stood. Her head was pounding.
“Stupid cold,” she muttered. “Prue?”
Phoebe sniffed and straightened her glasses on her nose as she looked around. The first thing she noticed was that the Book of Shadows was not where it should have been.
“Oooh! Oh, not good… PRUE?”
Phoebe headed quickly for the door and started down the stairs, coughing as she went.
“Prue, the Book’s gone. I don’t know what happened – I was just reading it a second ago. About something called a Glorificus? Ugh. Prue?”
Phoebe looked around the living room, but she saw no sign of Prue. Something about the room struck her as odd, but she couldn’t quite place it. Everything looked pretty normal, but something wasn’t right. It was too neat, or something. Not that it was messy before – Prue and Piper made it a point to keep the place clean – but it was more… lived in. At least, it should have looked more lived in. Phoebe entered the kitchen hesitantly.
“Prue…?”
But as she shuffled through the kitchen, she had a feeling Prue wasn’t there. Everything felt wrong somehow. The fact that the Book of Shadows was gone was making her very uneasy. There were so many protective enchantments on that book that someone stealing it wasn’t even a possibility. How had it gotten out of the house with her standing right in front of it?
And where the hell was her sister? Piper had already gone missing, now Prue was gone, too?
No, not Prue.
Phoebe stopped walking suddenly. The thought had crossed her mind before she could fully understand it.
Prue didn’t disappear from this place… You appeared in this place.
Phoebe put a hand to her mouth as her eyes widened. This wasn’t the Manor, she realized. At least, not the Manor she knew. It was like someone had made a very close copy that was lacking some key aspects – the clutter that made it look lived in, the half-empty cup of coffee she’d left on the counter, and of course the Book.
“Ohh, no. Not good. This is not good at all.”
She paused to sneeze, pulling a tissue out of the pocket of her pink fuzzy robe. She had to figure out where she was and what was going on. Was this what had happened to Piper? Had she been transported to some other Manor that was kind of like theirs, only not?
Phoebe headed back up the stairs to her bedroom. She hoped her journals and notebooks were still there. If she didn’t have the Book of Shadows she was going to need all the spells and notes she could get her hands on.
Phoebe put a hand to her mouth as she coughed. She was sitting in the attic surrounded by a circle of salt. A blue candle burned in front of her in the center of the circle. An open notebook sat in front of her as she cleansed the area with a bundle of burning sage. The passage written on the page had been crossed out, tweaked, and re-written to suit her needs. She cleared her throat, which was scratchy and irritated.
“Let all negativity be deflected from this place.
Let purification enter this space.
Through sage I now make this spell manifest,
That with peace and protection this space will be blessed.
As I will it, so mote it be.”
Phoebe lay the smoking sage on a small plate beside her, thinking it was best to let it keep burning as she moved on to the spell she’d be performing. She was trying to cleanse herself of negative thoughts, but she was feeling very nervous. She’d combined a few different spells and reworded some things, hoping if she did it just right the fact that she was without her sisters’ power wouldn’t be a huge factor. She was also without the Book of Shadows and she was pretty sure she wasn’t even where she was supposed to be.
The fact was, she only had a vague idea of what she was doing, and there was a very big possibility that this was going to go horribly wrong.
Phoebe closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.
“I cleanse my thoughts that they might be pure and honest.
I cleanse my voice, that all I say might be good.
I cleanse my heart, that it might be open, giving and full of light.
Grant that I may give freely of my love to others.
I cleanse my feet, that they may take me far in life,
That my journeys may be filled with love, light and peace.
As I will it, so mote it be.”
A basic self-cleansing couldn’t hurt.
She felt a calming energy wash over her, and she instantly felt more open and relaxed.
“Okay,” she sighed. “I can do this. I’m ready to do this.”
Phoebe leaned forward to read the doctored spells. She’d combined the Spell to Draw Love, the Spell to Call Blood to Blood, the Return Spell, the Smart Spell, and the Return to Present Life Spell. She was hoping aspects from each of them would be able to bring her and the Book of Shadows together – either by bringing it to her or bringing her to it. She’d called this new spell “The Spell to Bridge the Gap (I Hope).”
She cleared her throat again, willing away the coughing spell wanting to escape, and began to speak.
“A time for everything,
And to everything its place,
Return what had been moved
Through time and space.
Send the words
From across the land.
Blood of my blood,
I conjure thee.
I conjure thee,
I conjure thee,
From across the land,
Across the sea,
Through time and space
I beckon thee.
As I desire, so shall it be.”
A wave of energy washed through her and a breeze from an invisible source fluttered through the room, making her notebook pages flutter and blowing out all the candles surrounding her. Phoebe bit her lip, not certain if this energy was good or bad, and it troubled her that the candles were extinguished.
As she looked around, nothing bad seemed to have happened. A small tremor had run through the floor, making the doors and windows of the old house rattle, but everything seemed to be as it had been before she cast the spell.
She sighed as she saw the book stand was still empty. It didn’t work.
“Well, I tried,” she muttered.
She started coughing as she got to her feet and picked up the extinguished candles, one blue and four white. She decided to leave the sage burning for a while. The smell comforted her, and sage was good for keeping negative energy away.
Phoebe stepped out of the attic and headed down the stairs, planning on stowing the candles in the chest in the living room and grabbing a broom from the kitchen to sweep up the circle of salt.
“P-Pr-Pruuue?” she called through her coughing.
Jeez, she was sick, but she didn’t think she was sick enough to pass out or anything. She groaned as she stood. Her head was pounding.
“Stupid cold,” she muttered. “Prue?”
Phoebe sniffed and straightened her glasses on her nose as she looked around. The first thing she noticed was that the Book of Shadows was not where it should have been.
“Oooh! Oh, not good… PRUE?”
Phoebe headed quickly for the door and started down the stairs, coughing as she went.
“Prue, the Book’s gone. I don’t know what happened – I was just reading it a second ago. About something called a Glorificus? Ugh. Prue?”
Phoebe looked around the living room, but she saw no sign of Prue. Something about the room struck her as odd, but she couldn’t quite place it. Everything looked pretty normal, but something wasn’t right. It was too neat, or something. Not that it was messy before – Prue and Piper made it a point to keep the place clean – but it was more… lived in. At least, it should have looked more lived in. Phoebe entered the kitchen hesitantly.
“Prue…?”
But as she shuffled through the kitchen, she had a feeling Prue wasn’t there. Everything felt wrong somehow. The fact that the Book of Shadows was gone was making her very uneasy. There were so many protective enchantments on that book that someone stealing it wasn’t even a possibility. How had it gotten out of the house with her standing right in front of it?
And where the hell was her sister? Piper had already gone missing, now Prue was gone, too?
No, not Prue.
Phoebe stopped walking suddenly. The thought had crossed her mind before she could fully understand it.
Prue didn’t disappear from this place… You appeared in this place.
Phoebe put a hand to her mouth as her eyes widened. This wasn’t the Manor, she realized. At least, not the Manor she knew. It was like someone had made a very close copy that was lacking some key aspects – the clutter that made it look lived in, the half-empty cup of coffee she’d left on the counter, and of course the Book.
“Ohh, no. Not good. This is not good at all.”
She paused to sneeze, pulling a tissue out of the pocket of her pink fuzzy robe. She had to figure out where she was and what was going on. Was this what had happened to Piper? Had she been transported to some other Manor that was kind of like theirs, only not?
Phoebe headed back up the stairs to her bedroom. She hoped her journals and notebooks were still there. If she didn’t have the Book of Shadows she was going to need all the spells and notes she could get her hands on.
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Phoebe put a hand to her mouth as she coughed. She was sitting in the attic surrounded by a circle of salt. A blue candle burned in front of her in the center of the circle. An open notebook sat in front of her as she cleansed the area with a bundle of burning sage. The passage written on the page had been crossed out, tweaked, and re-written to suit her needs. She cleared her throat, which was scratchy and irritated.
“Let all negativity be deflected from this place.
Let purification enter this space.
Through sage I now make this spell manifest,
That with peace and protection this space will be blessed.
As I will it, so mote it be.”
Phoebe lay the smoking sage on a small plate beside her, thinking it was best to let it keep burning as she moved on to the spell she’d be performing. She was trying to cleanse herself of negative thoughts, but she was feeling very nervous. She’d combined a few different spells and reworded some things, hoping if she did it just right the fact that she was without her sisters’ power wouldn’t be a huge factor. She was also without the Book of Shadows and she was pretty sure she wasn’t even where she was supposed to be.
The fact was, she only had a vague idea of what she was doing, and there was a very big possibility that this was going to go horribly wrong.
Phoebe closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.
“I cleanse my thoughts that they might be pure and honest.
I cleanse my voice, that all I say might be good.
I cleanse my heart, that it might be open, giving and full of light.
Grant that I may give freely of my love to others.
I cleanse my feet, that they may take me far in life,
That my journeys may be filled with love, light and peace.
As I will it, so mote it be.”
A basic self-cleansing couldn’t hurt.
She felt a calming energy wash over her, and she instantly felt more open and relaxed.
“Okay,” she sighed. “I can do this. I’m ready to do this.”
Phoebe leaned forward to read the doctored spells. She’d combined the Spell to Draw Love, the Spell to Call Blood to Blood, the Return Spell, the Smart Spell, and the Return to Present Life Spell. She was hoping aspects from each of them would be able to bring her and the Book of Shadows together – either by bringing it to her or bringing her to it. She’d called this new spell “The Spell to Bridge the Gap (I Hope).”
She cleared her throat again, willing away the coughing spell wanting to escape, and began to speak.
“A time for everything,
And to everything its place,
Return what had been moved
Through time and space.
Send the words
From across the land.
Blood of my blood,
I conjure thee.
I conjure thee,
I conjure thee,
From across the land,
Across the sea,
Through time and space
I beckon thee.
As I desire, so shall it be.”
A wave of energy washed through her and a breeze from an invisible source fluttered through the room, making her notebook pages flutter and blowing out all the candles surrounding her. Phoebe bit her lip, not certain if this energy was good or bad, and it troubled her that the candles were extinguished.
As she looked around, nothing bad seemed to have happened. A small tremor had run through the floor, making the doors and windows of the old house rattle, but everything seemed to be as it had been before she cast the spell.
She sighed as she saw the book stand was still empty. It didn’t work.
“Well, I tried,” she muttered.
She started coughing as she got to her feet and picked up the extinguished candles, one blue and four white. She decided to leave the sage burning for a while. The smell comforted her, and sage was good for keeping negative energy away.
Phoebe stepped out of the attic and headed down the stairs, planning on stowing the candles in the chest in the living room and grabbing a broom from the kitchen to sweep up the circle of salt.
