Piper Halliwell (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} amotherstouch) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2011-01-27 13:35:00 |
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Where: Complex Kitchen
When: Morning
What: Piper’s trying to use magic to get her sister back
Rating: A for Angst?
Status:: Incomplete
She’d been at it all night, and was nearly hoarse from her efforts. For most of the night, she’d been pouring over a map of Lawrence, a larger map of Kansas, a map of the country, and even a world atlas, scrying for her sister. Whatever whoever had taken Prue had done, they were somehow able to counter Piper’s powers. She needed the power of three, or at least a connection to her ancestors, but neither were available, here. Now she stood at the counter, dropping a pinch of various herbs into a silver mortar, trying her spells one more time. She had performed these spells so often that she didn’t need the Book, not now.
As she picked up the pestle and started to grind, Piper cleared her throat, and began to speak, “Power of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies. Come to us who call you near, come to us and settle here.” She paused in her grinding to pick up an athame, pricking her finger and letting a few drops fall onto the mixture, then continued, “Blood to blood, I summon thee. Blood to blood, return to me.” Piper closed her eyes for a moment, praying to whoever might be listening that it would work. When she reopened her eyes, she sighed at the empty room. Closing her eyes a second time, she tried the spell she had come up with herself, when her sister had died.
“In this place and in this hour, I call upon the Ancient Power. Bring back my sister. Bring back the Power of Three.” Another sigh escaped as her eyes reopened and the room was still empty. Her gaze shifted to the candles that sat grouped together on the table, and she considered them for a moment, then shook her head.
“No. She’s not dead.” Piper was certain she would know if Prue was dead. She knew her sister was alive.