275: Chant - Charmed - Piper - The Truth
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anythingdrabbleTitle: The Truth
Fandom: Charmed
Characters/Pairings: Piper
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: The truth set her free, and will set future generations free as well.
There are times when she can feel the other Witches still, especially when she closes her eyes, chanting, holding hands with her two sisters, and focuses on the power of their family. She wonders, sometimes, if Paige or even Phoebe can feel their ancestors as she can. Her eyes have fluttered open at times, especially when the magickal wind has been at its strongest pitch, and caught faint outlines of Prue and their mother and grandmother around them.
Paige never got to know any of the three, and Phebs has so few memories of them. It seems doubtful that they would remember the others even though, at times like now, they feel so very vibrant to Piper. It's almost as though she can reach out and touch them, and indeed, flashes of hugs shared with all three are flashing as swiftly through her mind as the words needed to dispell their enemies are flowing from her lips.
Piper remembers, for a moment, how scared she was when she was first told she was a Witch. She had been taught, in the church, to believe that Witchcraft was evil. Since those early days, she's come to know that Angels are real and to even walk in Heaven itself. Witches aren't evil. Contrary to the mythology, they are like everything else. There is Good and Evil in all. What makes the difference is the choices the people make, what they use their powers for, their lives for.
Her mother died saving another. Prue gave her life so that Piper could live. And their grandmother died protecting them and others. She comes from a line of Witches, but she comes from a line of heroes too. She thinks of the new life growing in her belly and suddenly realizes that she needs to spend a lot of time with the Book of Shadows. It is important her knowledge be passed on to the others, that they never doubt from whence they have come, that they never fear they might be evil just because they're different.
She smiles as she feels the punch of power that means they have successfully vanquished the latest Demons. She thinks for a moment of the original Bible verse into whose translations she had dug. It wasn't a Witch the Christians were told to never suffer to live but rather one who used magic and other means to poison others. There was nothing more freeing than the truth, and she had a lot to share.
She opened her eyes to find herself looking directly into Paige's teary gaze. She was taken aback by her sister's tears. "Paige?"
"I felt them, Piper."
"Who?" Piper noted Phoebe was already smiling.
"Mom. Grams. Maybe even Prue."
Piper beamed as she stood and wrapped her sister into her arms. "Of course you did, sweetheart," she said, her lips brushing against her hair. "They're always here, always with us." She pulled Phoebe into the hug too as she felt their ancestors slowly depart again.
The End
Fandom: Charmed
Characters/Pairings: Piper
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: The truth set her free, and will set future generations free as well.
There are times when she can feel the other Witches still, especially when she closes her eyes, chanting, holding hands with her two sisters, and focuses on the power of their family. She wonders, sometimes, if Paige or even Phoebe can feel their ancestors as she can. Her eyes have fluttered open at times, especially when the magickal wind has been at its strongest pitch, and caught faint outlines of Prue and their mother and grandmother around them.
Paige never got to know any of the three, and Phebs has so few memories of them. It seems doubtful that they would remember the others even though, at times like now, they feel so very vibrant to Piper. It's almost as though she can reach out and touch them, and indeed, flashes of hugs shared with all three are flashing as swiftly through her mind as the words needed to dispell their enemies are flowing from her lips.
Piper remembers, for a moment, how scared she was when she was first told she was a Witch. She had been taught, in the church, to believe that Witchcraft was evil. Since those early days, she's come to know that Angels are real and to even walk in Heaven itself. Witches aren't evil. Contrary to the mythology, they are like everything else. There is Good and Evil in all. What makes the difference is the choices the people make, what they use their powers for, their lives for.
Her mother died saving another. Prue gave her life so that Piper could live. And their grandmother died protecting them and others. She comes from a line of Witches, but she comes from a line of heroes too. She thinks of the new life growing in her belly and suddenly realizes that she needs to spend a lot of time with the Book of Shadows. It is important her knowledge be passed on to the others, that they never doubt from whence they have come, that they never fear they might be evil just because they're different.
She smiles as she feels the punch of power that means they have successfully vanquished the latest Demons. She thinks for a moment of the original Bible verse into whose translations she had dug. It wasn't a Witch the Christians were told to never suffer to live but rather one who used magic and other means to poison others. There was nothing more freeing than the truth, and she had a lot to share.
She opened her eyes to find herself looking directly into Paige's teary gaze. She was taken aback by her sister's tears. "Paige?"
"I felt them, Piper."
"Who?" Piper noted Phoebe was already smiling.
"Mom. Grams. Maybe even Prue."
Piper beamed as she stood and wrapped her sister into her arms. "Of course you did, sweetheart," she said, her lips brushing against her hair. "They're always here, always with us." She pulled Phoebe into the hug too as she felt their ancestors slowly depart again.
The End
