Late Saturday Night -- Magic's Call To Prue
After getting home from work, Phoebe went quietly into the spare room and shut the door. She pulled out the bowl and the athame. She sat on the floor near the window and lit the candles in a circle around her. Taking a deep breath, she sliced the athame across her palm and then squeezed her handshut to drop the blood over the herbs and oils in the copper bowl. As she dripped her blood into the bowl, she recited the following spell:
"Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night.
The oldest of Gods are invoked here, the great magic is sought.
In this night and in this battle, I call upon the ancient power.
Bring back my sister. Bring back the Power of Three.
Power of the witches' rise.
Course unseen across the skies.
Come to us, we call you near.
Come to us and settle here.
Blood to blood, I summon thee.
Blood to blood, return to me."
She let the blood drip for a few more seconds and then curled her hand into her shirt.
"Please, Prue... please come back."
"Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night.
The oldest of Gods are invoked here, the great magic is sought.
In this night and in this battle, I call upon the ancient power.
Bring back my sister. Bring back the Power of Three.
Power of the witches' rise.
Course unseen across the skies.
Come to us, we call you near.
Come to us and settle here.
Blood to blood, I summon thee.
Blood to blood, return to me."
She let the blood drip for a few more seconds and then curled her hand into her shirt.
"Please, Prue... please come back."