Chapter 5

Winter picked up her phone and dialed a number. She stroked her dark brown with her hand as she waited for the other line to pick up. She started to pace when the other line picked up.

"Yes, I have confirmation that the supreme is dead. We didn't need to get our hands dirty after all." She stopped to look out the window at Misty walking into the greenhouse. "I'm moving on to the girl." She listened to the question over the phone before responding "Oh, Don't worry, she'll move on sooner than you think." She hung up and tossed her phone on her bed before dropping her robe and heading in the shower.

Misty walked through the greenhouse, stopping at the table with all the potions. She hovered her hand over Cordelia's glasses she had left behind the night before the crash. Misty jumped when Myrtle put a hand over her back.

"Oh I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean to startle you." She rubbed the side of the young witches arm.

Misty sighed and smiled as she saw it was only Myrtle. She pulled the woman into a hug. "Oh don't be sorry, I'm glad you're here." Myrtle pulled away first but left one of her hands on Misty's arm. "I'm here to stay dear. How are you holding up?"

Misty lowered her head as she started to tear up. "I I I'm lost without her. I feel like when she died, a piece of me died with her."

She walked away from Myrtle and towards the other table across the room. "Her funeral is in 3 days and I don't even have a body to mourn."

As much as Myrtles heart broke for the girl in front of her, she had to go along with her suffering. "You can still mourn her; you don't need a body to mourn a soul." She walked over to the young witch and put her hand on her face. "We will mourn her together, you won't be alone."

Misty leaned into the hand, closed her eyes and whispered "Thank you Myrtle."

"Misty dear, you can call me Aunt Myrtle." She kissed her forehead. "You became family the day you walked into Cordelia's life."

She watched Misty over the days, she had watched her every move. Winter knew the swamp witch was heartbroken and defeated but she knew she would be changing that very soon. She had a potion that would help Misty forget her broken feelings and open up to new ones.

At the funeral she watched Misty break as Myrtle spoke to everyone at the service. She watched everyone mourn the supreme, crying and holding one another. She looked at the picture by the bouquet of red roses and chrysanthemums.

She stared into the eyes of the supreme and smirked to herself. "Sucks, I would've enjoyed killing you myself." She thought to herself.

She was confident she had the power to face the supreme, her powers were stronger than anyone's in the coven, and she was trained like a witch hunter. Winter hunted her own kind not only for the witch hunters, but because she wanted to be the most powerful witch alive. She wanted to be undefeated, and untouchable.

As the service ended everyone got up to put to put a rose on top of the empty casket, Misty and the council stayed seated as each girl paid their respects. The swamp witch had her head down with tears in her eyes; she didn't look up at any of the girls until she felt a strong power force. Misty looked up to see the tall dark brown eyed girl looking back at her as she slowly put the flower on the casket and walked away.

Misty remembered meeting the girl weeks ago when she assigned her to Queenies house and showed her around to get settled, but she didn't remember her power being this strong before. She didn't put anymore thought into it as they started to lower the casket to the ground in front of her.

She was the last to stand as she walked over and tossed the necklace Cordelia loved so much on her in the grave. "I love you Cordelia, I always will." Her curly blonde hair blew in the wind as a strong breeze swept in. She closed her eyes letting the comfort of the wind take her.

It was 12 in the morning when Myrtle pulled back into the cemetery she was at the day before. She knew she was here, she felt her power as soon as Cordelia left the barrier. Her suspicions were confirmed when she pulled up to the supreme standing over her own grave looking at her headstone. Cordelia was wearing a long black coat with the hood up on her head.

Myrtle got out of the car and walked towards her. "You shouldn't be here dear, I can only block out so much of your power when you're not in the barrier."

"I I just needed to see it, the funeral. I needed to see her." Cordelia turned to meet Myrtles eyes. She had been crying.

The older witch nodded her head in understanding. She grabbed her hand "How did you get here dear?"

Cordelia smirked a little "Did you forget about your jaguar in the garage?" She chuckled "I parked it around back."

"Oh I guess I did." Myrtle smiled and squeezed her hand "You should really be….."

"Who's Winter?" Cordelia's smirk fading as she became more serious.

"I don't know for sure. Her name is Winter Rose, and she arrived a few weeks ago. I have a feeling she doesn't respect you, she was asking about the 7 wonders the day you died."

Cordelia chuckled lightly and raised her brow "Oh really now? Well that might just be our witch." She hugged Myrtle and turned away looking at the way she came in, she turned back to the older woman. "I'll be going now, keep me posted. I love you" She smiled lightly and transmuted back to the car before Myrtle had the chance to say anything.