Not like Lagos,she thought. The Titans had stolen Lagos’s magic, using it for themselves.
Magic was part of the soul. Once separated, it was near impossible to reconcile the two.
It was too late for her friend.
But Gaia… she had onlyjustdied. They could still save her.
Prue knew it. They had to save her. Theyhadto.
She glanced at Mona, who was weeping silently at the sight of her mother lying on the ground.
“Mona!” Prue cried. “Help me with this!”
Mona shook her head. “I—I can’t. Prue, I’ve never… Ican’t. I don’t know how.”
“Come on,” Prue said, sinking to her knees next to Gaia. She forced herself to look away from her mother’s ashen face, from the bruises on her cheeks and neck. Instead, she focused on her own magic still pulsing inside her.
Gaia’s power might have vanished, but Prue’s was still here. Her mother had gifted her power to her, and now Prue would use it to bring her back.
“I’ve done this before,” Prue said. “Well… sort of.” When Cyrus had resurrected her, she feared he wouldn’t wake up. Gaia had coached her through the process of awakening him.
It had to be similar to bringing someone back to life. Their magic was meant tocreatelife, after all.
It was possible. It had to be.
She closed her eyes, sensing the growing power inside her. Her mother’s words echoed in her thoughts.You must breathe your life magic into the soul. I cannot force it from you; it is something you must feel for yourself. Close your eyes and open the doors to your magic. Do not be afraid.
She took a long, steadying breath. “Open the doors to your magic,” she said to Mona. “Sense the force of life within you. It’s there; you just have to access it.”
She forced her body to relax, despite the tension making her rigid and stiff. Deep breaths washed over her, calming her and relaxing her. She let the magic within her take her away, sweeping her into a gold haze of bliss.
Gold.That was what she saw when her magic was awakened. Gold shimmering light.
“Relax,” she urged Mona. “Let your magic take over. Mine looks gold, like witchdust.”
Beside her, Mona’s breaths grew steadier. In tandem, they breathed together. In and out. In and out.
Silver light glinted, mingling with Prue’s gold magic. She gasped, eyes open to find the two tendrils of light coiling next to one another like snakes. Gold and silver. Prue and Mona. The beams of light hovered over Gaia’s prone figure, twining together, the glow beckoning to them.
“Goddess,” Mona breathed. “It’sbeautiful.”
“We have to breathe life into her soul,” Prue said, her eyes fixed on the gold and silver beams. “Try to direct it into her. When I awakened Cyrus, I fed my magic into his mouth.”
“His mouth?” Mona sounded alarmed.
Prue nodded. “It will be all right, Mona.” She sounded more certain than she felt. “Follow my lead.” She finally looked at her mother’s face, taking in the shadowed creases of her wrinkles, the sickly pallor of her skin. A knot formed in her throat, but she swallowed it down, forcing the emotions down where they couldn’t distract her.
Her magic was light itself, and she trusted it. Her gaze dropped to her mother’s mouth, and shewilledthe magic toward it. The tendril of sparkling gold floated toward Gaia, dancing in the air. It circled around her face, highlighting her worn and broken features, before gently prying her lips apart.
Mona’s silver light followed suit, flitting closer to Gaia and joining with Prue’s power. Together, the sparkling light descended until it funneled directly into Gaia’s mouth.
Prue held her breath, waiting. With Cyrus, his eyes had opened immediately.
But Gaia was perfectly still.
Prue grabbed her mother’s wrist, clutching Gaia’s cold hand in both of hers. “Please, Mama,” she whispered. “Please.”
Mona’s fingers suddenly dug into Prue’s arm. Prue turned to find her sister’s eyes closed, her face tight with concentration.
