Munday: The Years of Innocence and Twosday: Dreams
Prue as a child:
She was always sure of herself and precocious. She was the firstborrn, walking that line with her little sisters between protectiveness and teasing mockery, fierce fondness and impatience. But for all that, she was trusting, somewhat carefree, even mischievous, and willing to fight for what was hers. Then her dad walked out on the family right in front of her, and she started building the emotional barriers around her heart that define her as an adult.
Then her mom drowned when she was seven, and Prue had to let go of most of her childhood to help take care of her sisters. Such responsibility at such a young age gave her her other defining character traits, as a kid of nine years old or so and beyond: her intrinsic need to be of use and have a purpose, to take on and bear responsibility, to be suspicious to a fault, to put her own needs, especially emotional needs, on the back burner. She did that to such an extreme that until she was thirty she didn't mourn her mother's death fully.
Dreams:
Now her sleep is filled with thoughhts of triumphant redemption. She dreams of the day her pregnancy is known to the Source, when the child's power is manifest, when even Delic and the Seer must acknowledge her. It does not matter, in the dream, what exactly the child's power is, only that it is obvious and valuable to the Source. Only that she watches, Cole's hand in hers and the Source's hand on her belly, as the Seer's plot goes up in flame along with her.
She'd wanted to be a photographer ever since she was in the eighth grade, when they'd somehow managed to get to the Depression by mid-April in U.S. history. She'd taken a good long look at the famous "migrant mother" photograph in the textbook, noticed that the credit was to a woman, Dorothea Lange, and never looked back.
Well, not never. But never where it counted.
She was always sure of herself and precocious. She was the firstborrn, walking that line with her little sisters between protectiveness and teasing mockery, fierce fondness and impatience. But for all that, she was trusting, somewhat carefree, even mischievous, and willing to fight for what was hers. Then her dad walked out on the family right in front of her, and she started building the emotional barriers around her heart that define her as an adult.
Then her mom drowned when she was seven, and Prue had to let go of most of her childhood to help take care of her sisters. Such responsibility at such a young age gave her her other defining character traits, as a kid of nine years old or so and beyond: her intrinsic need to be of use and have a purpose, to take on and bear responsibility, to be suspicious to a fault, to put her own needs, especially emotional needs, on the back burner. She did that to such an extreme that until she was thirty she didn't mourn her mother's death fully.
Dreams:
Now her sleep is filled with thoughhts of triumphant redemption. She dreams of the day her pregnancy is known to the Source, when the child's power is manifest, when even Delic and the Seer must acknowledge her. It does not matter, in the dream, what exactly the child's power is, only that it is obvious and valuable to the Source. Only that she watches, Cole's hand in hers and the Source's hand on her belly, as the Seer's plot goes up in flame along with her.
She'd wanted to be a photographer ever since she was in the eighth grade, when they'd somehow managed to get to the Depression by mid-April in U.S. history. She'd taken a good long look at the famous "migrant mother" photograph in the textbook, noticed that the credit was to a woman, Dorothea Lange, and never looked back.
Well, not never. But never where it counted.