"What exactly did you see, Palmer?" Wyatt asked his, mostly unknown to the rest of the family, cousin.
Palmer answered, "I saw a young woman being drained of her youth."
"Like Javna?" Chris asked. His Mom and Aunts had vanquished the vitality thief early in their Charmed career.
Palmer nodded, "Yeah, but not quite. I mean he drains them but as far as I could see it doesn't make him any younger."
"Would you recognize him?" Chris asked.
Palmer leveled his older cousin with a 'duh' stare.
Wyatt called, "Book!" The consecrated, blessed, clone to the original Book of Shadows, which remained in its place of honor in the Halliwell manor attic, orbed into his hands.
"Here," he handed the large sepia toned book to Palmer. "See if he's in here."
Palmer took the book and sat on the couch, quickly starting to rifle through the pages. Shaking his head at each negative page, he continued, "I saw the vitality flow from his victim to him…I felt it." Palmer, like his Aunt Phoebe, who remained unaware that she was his aunt, had the power of premonition. His powers, as the next generation of Halliwell witches had learned, were enhanced from the Charmed generation. His visions were more detailed, he could call them at will, most of the time, and he seemed to be a part of them, an invisible witness. He could smell the air, feel the breeze, it was as if he were actually present. But as real as the grass felt under his feet and the sun that shined on his face, he was not there, he could do nothing in his visions but watch. It frustrated the young male witch in the extreme to bear witness to such atrocities as he had seen and be unable to act at once. He never ignored a vision. Being a silent witness did not sit well with Prue's son.
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AN: Sorry that it's taken so long to update, computer problems. All of my saved stories got wiped out... Thanks for hanging in there.