Blonde-haired and blue-eyed, though only four years old, Cordelia possessed an ethereal power to feel another's sadness. Rumour had it, the daughter of the supreme would experience various powers from birth until she felt a specific inclination to the ones she would be permanently granted with. Her power, despite her reluctance, had drawn her toward her mother's bedroom.
She could still remember the day her mother changed. The warmth her arms once held had faded, the smile she graced Cordelia with no longer appeared and her eyes - supposedly, windows to the soul - were stone-cold.
Cordelia discretely pressed her ear upon the closed door and narrowed her eyes in an attempt to determine whether the wracking sobs she could hear truly stemmed from her mother. Her tiny weight leaned upon the door further and the floorboards beneath her feet eerily creaked.
"Delia?" Her mother's call, which was never permitted to fall unanswered, prompted Cordelia to open the door in confirmation of her presence. The cries had belonged to her mother, evident by the tear stain trails down each pale cheek. However, the appearance of the curly-haired child appeared to provoke the shadow of a smile on Fiona's face as she motioned for Cordelia to come forth. "Come sit."
A moment of hesitation passed before Cordelia released her inhibitions and ambled closer to her mother's bed, her favourite teddy clutched nervously in her right hand and her left thumb comfortably positioned between her lips. Her mother patted the bed, further to her previous request, and Cordelia climbed upon the king-size bed and allowed Fiona to curl her arms around her tiny body. One thing Cordelia had discovered from her most recent power was that sadness caused even the most independent creatures to desire comfort from their loved ones. "Are you sad?"
Even if Cordelia weren't supernatural, Fiona didn't doubt her daughter would have possessed a natural intuition for sadness of her own. "Yes, I am," she reluctantly confessed. Her naturally husky voice was raspier than ever before, in part thanks to the insomnia she had suffered in the aftermath of her recent loss. "Mommy lost something very special." Her free hand unconsciously fell upon the flat of her stomach and more tears brimmed over beyond her control.
"Will I still be an older sister?" It didn't escape Cordelia's attention that the swollen lump that had once existed had now been replaced by her mother's usually toned waist, and she secretly wondered why it had disappeared. After all, her mother had spoken of a special kind of magic, the kind where her tummy pretended to be a cauldron and brewed a special potion inside called a baby.
"No…" Fiona softly murmured, her response barely audible.
"Where did the baby go?" The small child craned her neck to confront her mother face-to-face, her lips pouted in annoyance, and Fiona quickly brushed away the leftover tears from her face.
"She died," her mother croaked and Cordelia fell silent in confusion. The sadness she had once sensed in her mother started to bubble and boil over to an indescribable rage, though she remained unaware as to the cause. Little did she know of how the coven had fallen under attack while she slept soundly in her bed and how her mother had been forced to defend the young, and inexperienced, witches alone. Heavily pregnant, Fiona may have won the war but the battle had proven a traumatic experience for her unborn child, and, despite the doctors' every effort to revive the premature child, Cordelia's baby sister was pronounced stillborn. Left alone with her deceased child, at her own request, Fiona called upon her own powers but found herself far too weak to have any impact on her youngest child's life or death.
"She died and went to heaven?" Cordelia's voice brought Fiona back from the brink, as she let herself slip back into the moment of desperation as her body shook with energy in endless attempts to revive her daughter.
Reluctant, Fiona nodded, in confirmation, and drew Cordelia further toward her. "She died and went to heaven." Overwhelmed with emotion and her eyes heavy as she finally found enough solace in her remaining child to embrace a slumber that would eventually reach an end, Fiona shuffled further down the bed and wrapped the sheets over herself and Cordelia and buried her face into Cordelia's blonde curls to inhale her smell.
The only daughter of the supreme.