Coven| The New Generation

Chapter Three: The Portraits and the Dinner.

After I finished setting my room up, I plugged my phone in and opened the door. I checked the clock on the wall and noticed that only an hour had passed. It was now 6:00. I walked down the grand staircase. This house made me feel so elegant. So fancy. I stepped out into the main hall and walked to the room with the paintings. They were so detailed that they looked like pictures. Each portrait had a gold plate under it. Once I got closer, I realized that they had names engraved on them. I smiled as I looked around at all of them. Then I saw a woman I had recognized. My jaw dropped as I realized who it was. Grandma Lu.

"These were the greatest women to ever originate from our coven. The most memorable and powerful," Cordelia said, walking into the room.

I smiled. "They're absolutely beautiful," I said, not breaking my eyes from my Grandma's portrait.

Cordelia stepped up to the portrait. "Do you recognize her from somewhere?" she asked.

I looked at her. "That's my grandmother," I said.

"Louise Williams is your grandmother?" She asked in shock.

"Yes. My mom said I get my powers from her," I said.

"Oh that's incredible. Your grandmother was one of the most powerful people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting," She said.

"What was her power?" I asked.

"Did you ever meet her?" She asked.

"Yes. I did. But my mother hid this part of my life from me. She never let my grandma teach me magic or how to control it. I had to learn that on my own," I explained.

"I see. Your grandmother could control people with her voice. It was a tremendous gift. She had to look them in the eye to do so, however. She was the funniest  woman I had ever met. The woman could make a stone laugh," She said.

I chuckled a little. "Wow. That's amazing. She died when I was eight so I don't remember her all that much," I explained.

"So what's your power, Delilah?" She asked me.

"I can hurt people when I sing. I've killed people too," I responded.

She raised her eyebrow. "Your voice is that bad, huh?" She asked jokingly.

I laughed. "I guess so," I said with a smile.

"I'm just joking. I'm sure your voice is lovely. But I'd rather not find that out," She said.

I laughed again. "I'd rather not show you," I said.

My eyes travelled back over the portraits again. My eyes fell upon another woman. She had curly blonde hair and was dressed like Stevie Nicks. She was so beautiful. And so much younger than everyone else on the walls.

"Misty Day. She looks way younger than everyone else," I said.

I noticed that Cordelia's smile dropped. She came close to the portrait.

"That's because she was. We lost her a few years back because she pushed herself too far when it came to testing her powers. And we lost her," she explained. She suddenly smiled again. "She could resurrect things; bring them back to life. She was so powerful. I was convinced that she was going to be the supreme," The smile was gone again. "But she didn't survive the challenge. And I should have never-" Her voice broke as tears went down her cheeks. She wiped them quickly. "I should have never let her do it. I didn't think she was ready and she wasn't," She said.

"I'm so sorry Cordelia. It isn't your fault. And I should have never brought it up," I said.

She turned to me and smiled. "That's okay. It's not your fault. Maybe one day we can bring her back," she said.