A/N: Sorry for the delay. It's been kinda crazy here and stuff. You all probably hate me!

But I'm updating now! Yay! Finally! This is the last fic I have to update.

Note: I'm ending this. This will be the last chapter, unless I get a lot of reviews begging me to continue. Lol. But otherwise, I think this fic has gone on long enough. It's time to retire it.

Passions: Glad you like it!

Wyatt333: I haven't fully decided on their powers yet. They'll probably be similar to the original Power of Three, but a lot like their mothers' powers.

Mysteryous Witch: Thanks! And glad you like it!

CGDancer: All your questions will be answered in time, promise!

Sveta89: Lol. Speechless, are you?

CharmedChick4eva: Wow. All 32? That takes a lot of patience! Now to your questions: Who said Collin was Cole and Phoebe's son? He's a Turner, so he's Cole son. But I never said Phoebe was his mother – Smirks. – I've heard of people being in a coma for more than nine years. It's usually less because if the person doesn't wake up, the doctors pull the plug, only Presley and Paisley wouldn't let them pull the plug on Patience.

Pyrena: Not a problem! And you'll see soon!

Okay, sorry if I missed anyone and sorry I haven't updated in so long!

Sorry if it's short or if it moves really fast. Like I mentioned above, I feel like this fic has had it's last laughs and unless you guys, as the readers, ask otherwise, this will be the last chapter and I just wanted to finish it. Lol.

Please enjoy, anyway, and please review!

All righty. Here you go!

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Next morning, everyone was in a huff. Paisley and Patience weren't speaking (but what else was new?) and Presley was quiet, more so than usual. None of them wanted to believe what had happened last night and they all thought it was just some weird dream. Well, not Patience. She was still determined that it was real.

"Then lets prove it, okay? Let's go to the attic and see if it's unlocked," Paisley said to Patience. "And when it's locked, you'll see that it was all a fake."

So, together, the three girls walked to the attic in silence. Presley prayed the attic was unlocked so Paisley wouldn't be able to tease Patience. But she, too, hoped it had been all just a dream. I mean, them . . . witches? Hardly.

They reached the doorway to the attic and stopped.

"Now, who'll try the door?" Paisley said. "Me? Or you, Patience?"

"I'll do it," Presley said, "So you two can't say the other was lying." Taking a deep breath, Presley clutched the door handle, turned, and pushed.

And the attic door opened, giving them a clear view of the Book of Shadows sitting on it's podium.

"So-so it really was real-" Paisley gasped.

"Now do you believe me?" Patience snipped. "But what are our powers?"

Presley went to the Book. "It says that the second Generation – us – has powers similar to the original Charmed Ones, but also close to their mother's powers. The Eldest – me – can freeze or blow up her victims. She can also set things on fire – Whoa! Wait, I'm a pyro?" Presley gasped. "it also says I have the Power of Will, meaning I can make anything I want happen."

"What about me?" Paisley asked anxiously.

Presley read the book. "It says the Middle Sister receives premonitions. However, unlike the original Middle Charmed One, she can receive a premonition at will and she doesn't have to touch anything. She also has the power to levitate and Empathy. She can use the Empathy to kill people."

Paisley gulped as Patience said eagerly, "What about me?"

Presley read the Book again. "The Youngest Charmed One has the power of Telekinesis. She can call things to her simply by picturing them in her mind. She can also teleport herself places, a more advanced form of a Whitelighter's ability to orb, mixed with an advanced form of Astral Projection."

The girls sat in stunned silence.

"It's a lot to take in, I know," said a voice behind them.

They all turned. A woman in a white dress with long black hair was standing in the attic.

"Who are you?" Payton demanded, stepping in front of her cousins protectively.

The woman smiled. "You're just like I was when I was a Charmed One, so protective of the others. My name is Prue, Prue Halliwell. Before your mother's were the Reconstituted Charmed Ones, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige, but before them were the original Charmed Ones, Me, Piper, and Phoebe. When I died, Paige joined my sisters and kept on battling evil."

"Hey, my mom told us about you!" Paisley commented. "My grandma Phoebe told my mom and my mom told us about it."

Presley and Patience nodded in agreement. Now they remembered.

"Right. And I'm here to train you to use your powers in case of a demon attack. Now, we must hurry."

"Why?" Patience asked Prue curiously.

"We just have to," Prue replied.

Four hours later, Prue had left and Presley, Paisley, and Patience were exhausted.

Prue had explained everything to them and had answered any questions they had, making sure they were okay with everything. It wasn't every day you found out you were born into a family that consisted of generations of witches, and that you were one of the most powerful of those generations.

Then Prue had taught them all to control their powers. All of their powers.

But did that mean they got a break?

Nope. None. None at all!

They were sitting in the living room, minding their own business and trying to recuperate when what appeared in their living room?

A demon.

A really big, ugly demon.

Figures, right? It had probably come to finish them off since they were new to their powers and everything.

"Charmed Ones," The demon said, grinning at them with rotten teeth.

"Oh no-" Patience cried, as she and her cousins stood.

Presley crossed her fingers, prayed it worked, and threw her hands out at the demon as Prue had told her to do, trying to freeze the ugly thing.

No luck.

"Go to the attic, quick!" Presley cried, and the three of them ran for their lives.

They got upstairs and went right to the Book. They flipped frantically, hoping to find something that would help.

Nothing.

The demon appeared in the attic, grinning happily. Killing the witches would certainly put him at the top of the Demon Social Ladder (yeah, right. With those rotten teeth? Get real!).

Paisley levitated and jump kicked the demon. He stumbled backwards, not expecting this. Then Patience teleported behind the demon and kicked his legs out from under him, then teleported back to her cousins.

Presley tried to sue her powers again, focusing more clearly. She threw out her hands and put the demon on fire!

"Quick, that Power of Three Spell Prue told us about!"

The cousins took hands and chanted:

"The Power of Three Will Set Us Free!"

They said it over and over several times and, with a scream of agony and a blast that shook the house, the demon was vanquished.

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The next morning, everyone was in much better spirits than they had been. Patience and Paisley had put up the white flags and were getting along now. Presley was thankful for this.

"So, now what? I mean, we have these cool powers and all, and we even vanquished are first demon. So, now what?" Paisley asked, looking at her cousins.

"Now," Patience said, smiling, "We continue doing what Generations of Charmed Ones, Halliwell, and Warrens have done before us. We kick evils ass!"