Everyone was silent for a minute after Paige's question. Nobody wanted to be the bearer of bad news. She'd looked frightened at the prospect of having to fight demons. And they needed her. Without her help, the sisters would all be dead in a heartbeat, because the Power of Three wouldn't be complete without her.
"Yeah. That's what we do. Day in. Day out. There's no way out of it. It's our job to protect innocents. We can't just forget about them because we don't want to fight a demon or can't wreck our nails. We have to protect the world. It's our destiny. And it's yours too." Phoebe was surprised at how strong her voice sounded. She knew Paige would be wary of becoming a witch, but she had to. It was her destiny, as it was her own three years hence.
Phoebe, shaking a little from anger reached out to grasp Paige's hand. As she did, she was thrown into a violent premonition of Piper and herself fighting a demon. She could see Paige standing off to the side. The sisters died, because the Power of Three was broken.
Once she was back and not quite as woozy, Piper, her eyes a dull mixture of concern and grief, turned and asked, "What'd ya' see?"
Paige's face said it all. Confusion was written across her face and she didn't like the sound of what Piper had said.
"Us two fighting a demon. We uh-we die because Prue is dead and Paige doesn't have her powers." Phoebe's eyes looked acusingly at her half-sister, who lowered her head in shame. Phoebe could tell she didn't want to become a witch just from one premonition. She felt a deep compassion for these people, but she wasn't sure she wanted to become one of them. She wanted to on some level, but her head was saying no, it wasn't smart.
Paige took a deep breath. She'd made her decision. "So, how do I uh do this. You know, how do I get my powers?" |
