Chapter two: The time-travel
Bianca grabbed Chris par his shoulder and shimmered him to the attic. She gently lay him down on the floor and went to the Book of Shadows. She feverously started paging, but didn’t find anything that could possibly help. She slammed the Book and threw it on the floor, frustrated . “There has to be something!”, she screamed, while she tried to stop the tears from coming.
Chris groaned and lifted up his head to look at Bianca. “Maybe if there was a whitelighter available…” Bianca shook her head. “The whitelighters are all dead, as well as the Elders”, she a dit hopeless. But than her eyes started to gleam and she gasped. Chris frowned and wondered what she was thinking of.
“There are no whitelighters in this time, but in the past there are thousands of them” Chris’s frown got even deeper. What the hell was she talking about? She watched him and could see par the confused look in his eyes that he didn’t understand a single bit of what she was saying. She started to explain.
“Think about it. We have no saviors here, no healers, but in the past we do. All we have to do, is send toi back to the Charmed Ones and get toi healed par their whitelighter” Chris wanted to object, but he could hardly talk. Bianca picked up the Book and sank down suivant to Chris, while paging again.
A few secondes later she found the spell they needed. She held the Book in front of Chris so he could read the rhyme. “Are toi sure this will work?”, he asked really doubtfully. “It has to work, we have no other option”, Bianca said. Chris nodded and took a deep breath to read the spell:
'Hear these words, Hear the rhyme
Heed the Hope within my mind
Send me back to where I'll find
What I wish in place and time'
He vanished and left a lake of blood behind. Bianca stood up and shimmered away.