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Part 2-

"Cordelia, my darling, where could you possibly be off to with such a ghastly purse?" Myrtle Snow stood in front of the door of Miss Robichaux's Academy, blocking her foster daughter's way. "Honestly, to think I'd let you leave the house with such a thing! You must think me a horrible mother and friend. You are the Supreme, and no Supreme should be seen with such an offense to the art of fashion; its not proper." Cordelia couldn't help but give a small affectionate, if defiant, smile.

"Its also not proper for a newly come out witch to be seen carrying an urn around town, even in New Orleans. It doesn't send quite the message I was hoping to be attached to this new era for our coven. And as for the bag, it belonged to Misty. So, I won't tolerate any criticism."

"Oh Cordelia, please accept my apologies of the utmost sincerity. Shall I assume then that you've finished working on your tribute to our beauteous and sadly departed sister swamp witch?" Myrtle put her hand upon Cordelia's shoulder. The Supreme had to close her eyes briefly, for fear of losing control of her emotions... again. She knew Myrtle wouldn't judge her or chastise her, but her grief was something she would rather go through on her own. She didn't want to her girls, her students, to see her like that. She couldn't stand the looks of pity. She had to continue to appear strong, continue to be an uplifting example for them. That facade would be tarnished if they saw just how badly she mourned and ached for Misty Day. Only Auntie Myrtle knew the extent of her grief, after having wandered into the greenhouse one particularly difficult night...

Sobs wracked the body of the newly crowned Supreme as the song "Landslide" played throughout the small greenhouse, and the scene was enough to bring tears to the eyes of Myrtle Snow as she watched her little girl in despair.

"My precious girl," Myrtle sniffed as she hurried forward and onto the ground where Cordelia sat, holding tight to a white shawl. "Please tell me what I can do to help you. I can't stand to see you like this!"

"Tell me there's a way to bring her back, to save Misty."

"You know I can't lie to you in such a cruel fashion. If I knew of a way, I would've told you the very second she... disappeared."

"I can't do this, not without her. She made this world so much brighter."

"Yes. Even the brightest light must fade in the end. I don't mean to sound harsh, but truth is my home."

"You don't understand, Auntie Myrtle. I... I just... need her."

"Cordelia, I do understand. You have always had such a bleeding heart, especially when it came to strays. For a few years there, I feared the house would be overrun with animals and plants you'd taken in-"

"Misty is not just some stray!" Cordelia glared fiercely through her tears. Myrtle gave a defeated sigh, and her lips formed a small sad smile.

"No, she wasn't, was she? No, I think not. She was your other half, your love."

Cordelia's eyes grew wide, and her mouth opened, staring at Myrtle, speechless. And then the dam within her broke all over again.

"Oh god," she cried. "With or without my eyes, I am blind."

"There, there, little bird," Myrtle pulled Cordelia into her side, brushing hair from her face. "Let it all out."

Cordelia took a deep breath and re-opened her eyes, a look of determination now residing.

"Yes, the house has been fixed up properly. As much as I want her close to me, I know she would want to be home. I've been selfish for too long now, keeping her ashes here."

"Darling, I wouldn't call you selfish. Never. You bought the property and land in the swamp just so her home could stand and be at peace. You practically rebuilt the place, stronger than before, all on your own. That is not the work of a selfish person. That is the work guided by love."

"Love is what Misty deserved, forever, and more. I couldn't share it with her before, but I can now, in at least this small way." Cordelia moved past Myrtle and opened the door. "I have to go. I have to bring her home... to rest."