Phoebe has had a son. The father is a whitelighter though Phoebe doesn't know this. This is years later, her son has now grown up, knowing nothing of the charmed ones life and knowing little of magical things. The sisters still live together and her son is best friends with Wyatt and Chris. He has another friend who has always been there in the past to help him and now he has a new problem though he knows this is not a normal everyday problem. He feels alone. Will he find out the truth before it's too late?

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It is a dark night in mid November and there is a frosty breeze that is sending a chill down my spine. The moon is the only light and all is quiet except for odd sounds in the distance. The sounds of sirens, the odd hum of a car as it speeds along a few streets away and the sound of the odd bird over head, its wings making a gentle flapping sound as it flies through the night sky.

I am walking alone along a quiet lane at the moment. No cars, no people, nothing. No one is anywhere near and I haven't seen anyone in miles. No one ever comes down these overgrown lanes. So why can I hear voices? People screaming out in terror. In pain.

These voices won't leave me. The pain it is causing is unbearable.

No one knows any of this. What I hear. What I feel. Only you will ever know. I can trust you, my dear friend. You have always stood by me, helped me when I needed help and you have always understood me. I don't expect you to help me this time though and I don't even expect you to understand, however just to know you are there is enough.

I don't know what's happening to me. Why I hear these voices or why I can feel others pain and fear.

Maybe I'll never know either. I do know I want this to all just end, for it to be a nightmare that I can wake up and escape from. But no. This is a reality I have to deal with. I wish for a way out, but I know of only one and I want to take that way out, but I can't do it. Maybe I'm afraid. It's like I'm trapped in some kind of hell, but there is an escape. Should I?

It's at these times I have to think of what you would say. "It's not worth it". I hear you say it. You may not be here. You may be miles away somewhere living a normal life, but still I hear you say it. "Don't – think of all the good you could do. Use this to your advantage". You have said it all before. Last time something went wrong you helped me with those words and I know if you were here now you would be saying them again. I don't know why, but I listen.

Your words keep me going and I fight against the odds, struggling on. This is more than I have ever come across before though. Now I have the pain of others not just myself.

I keep walking, though I cannot see where I am going. It's darker now and the trees hide all the light. Do I know where I am going? Do I care where I am going?

I'm not sure of the answers to any of these questions, in fact there is only one thing I'm sure of at the moment. I have to find out where these voices are coming from. It is clear now that only I can hear them.

I stop for a second to look around me. Nothing for miles. The lane has turned in to little more than a narrow path now, weeds are everywhere and the trees hang over creating a canopy.

I hear a sudden scream. Is it real? I don't know anymore and for now I don't care.

I keep walking. I walk for what seems like hours though it must only have been minutes before I suddenly see something. Light. I look hard in to the distance. Nothing. Everything is dark again so I keep walking, but then I see it again. I see more than just light this time though. I see smoke. I see a fire. I don't know where the energy has come from, but I feel I should run to help. I hear screams. This time its for real though so I run towards the fire. Towards the danger.

Then something stops me. I hear a voice. It sounds like a girl crying for help. She's crying out to her parents.

Before I realise it I've started walking again and I find myself outside a house where a man and woman are standing outside. The woman is crying and the man is trying his best to calm her down, though he looks like he is about to cry. A few others are standing around. There is a fire engine at the side of the house and firemen rushing in to the blaze.

I can hear the roar of the flames and the heat is too much, but somehow I manage to still stand there. I watch as a fireman comes out the house, carrying someone in his arms. It looks like a small girl. The man and woman rush up to the fireman looking relieved, but I see their faces suddenly change. Something was wrong. I went closer.

"Mummy. Daddy" I heard the girl whisper, then that was it. Silence. The woman burst in to tears again.

"I'm sorry," the fireman said softly "we were just too late".

I started to back off from the scene, thinking about the girl. What a shame. So young and she had everything to live for, but no one could have done anything.

I started thinking about what the girl said just before she died. I recognised the voice. Why?

I carried on walking down the lane, getting further and further from the house. The cold hit me again. It was painfully cold yet I thought nothing of it. I could only think of one thing. The girl. Then I realised where I had heard the voice.

I had heard a girl crying out. I thought nothing of it, but it was the girl from the house. I heard her crying out and I could of saved her. I knew she needed help and I could of helped but I didn't.

It was only recently that I had started hearing these voices and I had seen it as a bad thing. That is until now. Now I realised I had a special gift. I could help people. I had to help people. Save them from the pain. I have no idea how but I will find out.

It saddened me to think I could have helped the girl and didn't, but there was a plus side to this tragedy as this is what would keep me going. The knowledge that I could help. I couldn't stand to think that something like this could happen again.

There are still questions I really want answers to though – why is this happening to me? Why do I have this special gift? Who am I?