While that was happening in the present, Prudence's premonition was gripping her in an iron fist.
She saw the birth of a twice-blessed child, and the charmed ones, but most of all, Chris and Persia developing their talents, both magical and innocent.
Reading books in the library she knew as magic schools, which she didn't know, poring over a much thicker Book of Shadows than she knew, talking with a golden clad man in a place that had clouds drifting everywhere, the two children orbing, healing whitelighters of darklighter poison, Chris using telekinesis, Persia using her transferable energy blasts, talking to a man who looked old enough to be their grandfather, a younger man teaching them how to pick locks, and other things, and reading books that were written in Latin. She saw them at school, in their garden, at the manor, being picked on by Wyatt and Petty, Paris joining in . . . . . . . . . ..
It hurt her head so badly.
Eventually, she came back to life, to find herself in the same place she had seen that golden clad man talking to the kids, except it was empty of anyone else except her and the children.
"Ah, Prudence. We took you here when you started shaking. What was your premonition about?" Chris asked. Prudence jumped, she hadn't seen him leaning against the pillar next to her.
"Where is here?" She countered, not wanting to think about her premonition until necessary.
" The place Whitelighters will come to know as their headquarters. It looks like they haven't found it yet though. We use to call it Elder land, because in our time the 'good' are ruled over by the Elders, a group of senior whitelighters. Also known as interfering busybodies by our mothers." Persia answered from another end of the room, where the Goddesses powers would be kept. As Prudence swivelled to see her, she added. "Since the place is empty, I guess they don't exist yet. Will you please answer the question?"
"You two." She answered, and summarised what she had seen.
Chris nodded, and wordlessly helped his ancestor up. Persia told her what they had found out about Morgan's castle while she had been asleep, and gave her a map, and a small book of counter spells.
Prudence racked her brain for an explanation as to how they could have done it.
Chris heard a small voice in his head, and it sounded like Prudence. It was asking itself questions, so he answered.
"In our time, there is something called a TV where you can watch entertainment. Well, on TV, we saw something called a viewing globe, and figured it was similar to a crystal ball. So we cast a spell to make one, and told it to show us all it could about Morgan's castle, and your daughter's whereabouts." He explained, referring to Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
Prudence looked surprised. "How did you know what I was thinking?"
Chris shrugged. "I heard you." He said, simply.
Persia gave him a congratulatory punch on the arm. "Looks like you got a new power! We'll celebrate later, for now, lets go save, ummmm."
"Parisma. My dughter's name is Parisma." Prudence half smiled at the young girl.