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“Gods above and below, hear my words,” Prue said, her voice an ethereal rhythm that was foreign to her ears. “With the earth magic coursing through my veins, I hereby break the curse placed upon Gaia, the mother of realms. Let her magic be freed. Let her chains be broken. With the magic of life do I grant her freedom.”
Lightning crackled, causing the castle walls to quiver. An echoing boom resounded in the room, and Lagos shot out a hand to steady himself against a pillar. Prue clutched Cyrus tighter against her, bringing her forehead to his as the earth continued to shake.
A burst of white light exploded, illuminating the room and momentarily blinding Prue. She shielded her eyes, flinching from the intensity of its power.
Then, a stunned cry filled the air, following by heaving breaths. Prue’s head snapped up to find her mother on all fours, retching.
“Mama?” she asked hesitantly.
Gaia looked up, her blue eyes wild and full of fury, before they settled on Prue. Something new stirred in her gaze, and she slowly rose to her knees to take in the scene around her. “This place…” she said slowly. “Prudence, what have you done?”
“You must help me bring him back,” Prue pleaded, weeping freely as she begged her mother for help. “Please, Mama. I know your magic can do it.”
Gaia stiffened, glancing around the room. Her eyes shifted to Lagos, and suspicion crept into her expression.
“He’s a friend,” Prue said at once. “He helped to bring me back. Please, Mama. I—I need this.” She closed her eyes as more tears fell, splashing against Cyrus’s face. “I need my husband.”
Gaia dropped her gaze as she took in the sight of Cyrus still cradled in Prue’s lap. Confusion mingled with pity in her face as she knelt by Prue’s side. “Prudence… He still lives.”
“Yes, but his magic is gone. You can restore it.” Prue’s words were frantic. “Please, Mama, I know you can.”
“If he was dead, my magic could bring him back,” Gaia said, shaking her head. “Your magic could bring him back. But he still lives. Life magic would do nothing for him.”
“But our magic creates!” Prue insisted. “Can’t we simply create his magic and imbue it back into his body?”
Gaia offered a sad smile. “Our magic does not work that way, my darling. We do not choose how a life force is shaped. We merely will it into being, and our magic provides the rest.”
“What does that even mean?” Prue shrieked, finding it hard to control her emotions. “You can create an entire realm, but you can’t give him his death magic back?”
“He willingly gave it up for you, Prudence. I cannot undo that magic, or it risks sending you back to the grave.”
Tears burned in Prue’s eyes, and she closed them, letting sobs roll through her. “Goddess, this can’t be happening. Mama, what if he doesn’t wake?”
“He will. The sacrifice for his spell was his immortality. Not his life.”
Prue’s eyes opened at that. “What?”
“He is no longer a god.”
Prue’s heart twisted painfully in her chest. No longer a god. “So he’s…” She couldn’t say it.
“Your magic can rouse him, darling,” Gaia said. “He is connected to you. If anyone can wake him, it’s you. You do not need me for this.”
Prue looked at her mother, resolve burning in her chest. “But I do. And I needed you to be free. You have given everything for me—for Mona, too. You had to be set free.”
Gaia went perfectly still at her words. She blinked rapidly, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. When she looked at Prue again, her eyes were moist. “Thank you, my sweet child.” Her voice was thick. She stretched out her hand and squeezed Prue’s fingers.
Prue squeezed back and took a deep breath, looking at Cyrus once more. “How do I do this?”
“He will not be the same when he wakes,” Gaia warned. “He has already been altered from this.”
“I understand.” Prue’s voice was level with determination. She would do whatever it took to revive him. She would not lose him. “What do I do first? The conditions… A spell like this?—”
Gaia raised a hand to cut her off. “You must not look at this like a witch. You are a goddess now. The power comes from your blood freely.”
When Prue frowned, Gaia took her hand and raised a questioning brow. “May I?” Prue nodded, and Gaia pressed her fingernail into the flesh of Prue’s wrist.
Prue hissed in pain, then froze as a droplet of silver blood oozed from the wound.
