“I-I can’t!” The young witch’s voice came out as a squeak of fear as the demon came rushing towards her. However, her nervousness of using her powers again after the last incident was squelched as survival instinct took over. She didn’t want to die. So she put up her hands with the crystal inside of them and yelled out the magic words just before the demon could touch her. Mel cried out, preparing for the worst when she suddenly felt it. There was a distinct magical pull among the circle she had been standing in across from her brothers. Maybe she could tap into this magic and figure out where it was coming from.
Closing her eyes, the youngest Halliwell witch could feel the magic coursing through her veins and whipping up an unnatural wind in the room around her. As soon as the last word left her lips, there was a deafening roar, like the sound of an oncoming train that she was powerless to cease or escape from. She felt like she was flying, being tugged away from her brothers who were yelling out in a panic for their sister, hands reaching out in vain to grab her before she vanished before their very eyes.
And then there was just…darkness.
Awakening once more, now lying on the ground and in a considerable amount of pain, the drowsy and disoriented woman glanced around at her surroundings. She was outdoors now, certainly not in San Francisco anymore, that was for sure. She felt like Dorothy Gale. The color of this place seemed brighter and the world seemed greener and much more alive than it had been. What on earth had happened to her? This was not how the spell was supposed to work…she was not supposed to be sucked into some portal...
“Where in the hell am I?” she muttered with a soft shake of her head, hoping that she was not hallucinating from hitting her head or something. “May as well make the most of this…” Using the nearest tree in front of her to push herself up onto her feet, she winced at the throbbing of her ankle and proceeded to hobble down the hill, her desire to find another human being overriding the discomfort. It was not long into her walk through the woods that she could hear male voices conversing, their volume growing louder as they drew near.
“H-Hello?? Please! Please, someone help!” she called out, leaning over to take a few deep breaths past the aching of her chest. Mel may have a bruised rib or two from the fall. And she prayed that that demon had not come through the portal with her...if he had, wherever she was would be in serious danger.