Post by StoryGirl83 on Nov 1, 2021 22:23:50 GMT -5
Chapter Thirty-Seven - The Summoning
12:27 PM (3:27 PM in Duxbury)
“I am unsure how much good we will be to you,” Dave told Paige as soon as she explained what they were trying to do. “Our powers are very new to us, but we will do anything we can to help. Right, Sam?”
“Absolutely. Dave is pretty good with spells and since he cannot see spell books, he had to learn to effectively make them up on his own.”
“The Kid is not bad at spells himself,” Dave countered, giving his little brother a fond smile. “The men in our family only rarely have powers thanks to a spell in ancient times, so we have learned to perfect our spell casting as best we can, since our spells were not affected by the prophecy.”
“Prophecy,” Chris grumbled, making a face. “Why are there so many prophecies?”
“Well, perhaps not a prophecy so much as a slow working, extremely powerful spell. Let’s not waste time on that. Perhaps, if this all works out, I can tell you all about it later. It appears to have come to pass at any rate. All the males in your family seem to have powers.”
“We’re all half whitelighter or something along those lines,” Wyatt pointed out. He held a piece of paper out to his mom. “This spell should draw the Richmonds here, so be ready.”
“If thou art bringing all of them here, be careful,” Rebecca warned. “They art dangerous and there are a great many of them.”
“We will,” Prue promised her. She turned and looked at her sister. “Ready?”
Wyatt and Chris back off along with the four Warrens.
Piper held out the spell and Paige came up on Piper’s other side. Paige grabbed a hold of Piper’s hand and Piper held out hers for Prue to take. “Power of Three spell.” She took the paper out of Piper’s hand and with her free hand, she grasped Piper’s hand in hers.
“In this day and in this hour, we call upon the ancient power. Thirteen witches cast a spell, thirteen warlocks we now call. Bring them to us sisters three. Bring them now, so mote it be.”
Instantly the scene around them began to change. The trees nearest them withered and died. The cabin vanished all together. An altar filled the ground in front of them and Rebecca and Caroline, no longer tied to the cabin in anyway, were lying on it, chained down. Shackles now bound the two brothers to long chains attached to the same altar.
"Crap!" Piper exclaimed as she looked down to find herself wearing a simple dress from the two when this all started.
"Seriously," Paige stared down at the same get up on her, then looked up at her sisters. A sound caught her attention and she looked toward where trees still stood some fifty from then. "Now, what?"
"Now, we fight," Prue announced as Willamina Richmond appeared out of nowhere just outside the trees. One by one she was joined by seven others, four of her five children, and three of her granddaughters.
"Why do I only count eight of them?" Piper asked as she kept a wary eye on the eight warlocks.
"You wanted more?" Prue asked sarcastically. "We're already outnumbered almost three to one, almost two to one counting your sons."
"No," she denied, "but I expect more. Where are they?"
"Well one's in the attic," Paige commented, "surrounded by a crystal cage."
"And one's on the lawn of a Boston hospital," Prue added, "where he's giving what's left of the media there a face to the killer that's been suffocating people with this curse."
"Number eleven stripped his powers," Paige told them, remembering the note she got from "B", "so as to avoid a family reunion. It didn't exactly work. He's now stage three or four thanks to a couple of his cousins. And number twelve failed at killing Cilly and me earlier today."
"That's still only twelve," Piper retorted. "We're still down a warlock."
“No time to worry about that,” Prue snapped. “Stick with the plan.”
12:31 PM (3:31 PM in Duxbury)
It took a few seconds for Chris to stop gaping as the scene changed. When he did, he looked back at his brother. “Think we can do something about these chains? I’m betting they are magical seeing as they could pretty much move around until this point.”
“It’s probably what kept them anchored to this place,” Wyatt agreed. “I’m not sure we should abandon Mom, though.”
“We aren’t. We’re gathering more allies for her.” When his brother started to protest, again, he shook his head.. “Let’s not waste time arguing. They can help and they want to help. I really don’t plan to argue about this.” Not waiting for a reply he made his way along the edge of the battlefield, trying not to draw attention to himself.
12:34 PM (3:34 PM in Duxbury)
"Which of you witches killed my son?" one of the women demanded, lightning shooting from her eyes and shooting the ground in front of them, causing Paige to panic orb. The woman paused and watched curiously. "A whitelighter?"
"Whoa!" Piper exclaimed as she jumped out of the way.
"Aaa!" Prue exclaimed as she found herself ten feet off the ground. "Who forgot to mention this to me?" she grumbled after she came crashing to the ground with a snap.
"Crap!" Piper started running over to her sister, but stopped when a bolt of lightning hit the ground between them.
"Cover me," Paige ordered as another bolt of lightning hit the ground a mere yard from her.
"Huh?" Piper turned to look at her in time to see her orb out.
Prue closed her eyes and tried to focus on anything except the pain.
"Piper, watch out!" Paige called out as she orbed back in at Prue's side.
Piper ducked down out of the way just in time to miss yet another bolt of lighting from Oliver Michaels' angry mother. She waved her hands and everything around them froze.