She opened her eyes.
Those big, blue, sad eyes. Stella-Cadente stretched her fragile body, put a red ribbon on her raven black hair. Her mother would be happy to hear the news of her vision. Her body shivered as she looked outside. It was snowing, she loved the snow... it made things seem normal. Almost.
Cadente was Red's experiment. She was made purely out of magic and a dash of Reds hair. She was very small, and very easily broken. Her pale skin got goosebumps as she took her first few steps into the virgin snow. Her small hands cradled a flake almost as breakable as she. That's when she did it. Her magic turned that snow into an icy blue butterfly. She smiled as it flew away into the freezing cold, its blue wings maneuvering through the frozen droplets of water. She hummed softly. Some would say her voice was full of magic, But they never really lived long enough to hear the other depths of her emotion. Her sadness, and anger, and innocence, all wrapped between the fibers of her vocal chords.
She stepped back inside the cottage. That cold impenetrable fortress she called home, wrapped inside a sweet exterior, with little woodland creatures she created to keep herself happy. Of course it didn't work, it never worked. Her mother would be home soon, and judging from the way the snow fell... she wasn't happy either.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
The staccato of those stiletto heels followed by a sexy shadow, followed by an angry temptress made Stella afraid. The waves of dark energy flooded her cheeks till they were almost as red as the ribbon holding her nightly hair.
"Stella! What have you been doing? Slacking off again? Do I need to lock you in the closet again? Worthless little shrimp..." Her mothers eyes were drunk with rage and a bunch of other things. She bowed her head and spoke softly
"I went outside for a l-little bit to look at the snow m-mommy... I had a vision.." Stella knew Red wasn't her mother, but giving her that title was the only way Red wouldn't dispose of her, as she did with her other 'children'.
Suddenly, Red went very calm, almost childlike even... She looked down at the petrified girl and smiled a soft smile. The dangerous smile.
"I guess that explains the butterfly... C'mere and give mommy a hug Stella dear, I'm sorry I yelled at you... bad day at work." She cooed. Stella-Cadente did as she was told and hugged her mother.
"They're gonna die soon" She said, nestling her little head into her mothers chest "They're gonna die very soon..."
Suddenly, her pupils dilated. Another energy surge. Stella was still a little girl who couldn't control her powers. As a result, she spent most of her time sick. She wasn't ready to be a witch, not yet anyways. She could feel an intense fever climbing into her cheeks and spreading like wildfire throughout her small body. She fainted into her mothers arms. This meant another week in bed. Another week of vomiting coins and another week of pain slamming her into a deep slumber. Another week of migraines and visions and days blending into other days like the paint she conjured up to keep from dying of utter boredom. Red saw this sickness that overcame her little experiment. She frowned. This meant further delay of her training to be the most powerful witch that ever existed.
Red carried her daughter to bed, and tucked her in, humming the very tune she used to create this magical little girl.
"We can rhyme till the end of time... of all the ways that you're sublime, but now its time to go to bed... close your eyes, rest your head... sleep until its time to wake... dream of all the magic you'll create..."
She kept humming that tune until the staccato of her stiletto heels left her room.
Red only created Stella-Cadente to counteract Rico, Grimm's son.
She needed time to make her stronger
and she needed it fast.