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Sorry, guys for the delay encountered a nasty Termite problem in my room had to practically take out all wooden items and renovate the room.
Damn termites!
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"Adrian, go get some wood. We're out of it."
"Okay, Grandma."
With that, I headed toward the forest, basket in hand, my thoughts drifting as they always did when I was left alone.
It had been weeks since anything remotely interesting happened. The only event worth noting was when I ran into Mikael while playing with Kol, Rebekah, and Klaus.
We had been chasing each other around when Mikael appeared, calling for Elijah. Elijah was always hovering nearby, watching over his siblings in that protective way of his—though let's be honest, not for my sake but theirs. Mikael had decided it was time Elijah learned to hunt, and since Finn was older, he went along as well.
The soft crunch of twigs echoed under small feet as Rebekah giggled, her little curls bouncing while she toddled after Adrian and Kol and Klaus. They darted through the clearing, not too fast, slowing their pace just enough to let her believe she was close to catching them.
"Come on, Bekah, faster!" Kol called over his shoulder, his grin mischievous, his small hands waving as though to taunt her as he got pulled aside by Klaus for getting in his way. Adrian joined him in the playful chorus, laughing as he zigzagged across the grass, his eyes flicking back to make sure Rebekah didn't stumble. She was determined, her tiny arms outstretched, squealing every time she thought she had them cornered.
Trailing just behind her, Elijah was less amused. His dark eyes were trained on his sister's little feet, every wobble making his chest tighten. "Careful!" he scolded in his calm but insistent tone, reaching out as Rebekah tripped over a tree root. He caught her hand before she could tumble, steadying her back on her feet.
"You shouldn't let her run so wild," Elijah muttered toward Adrian and Kol, his voice stern for his young age. "If she falls and gets hurt—"
"She won't," Kol interrupted with a roll of his eyes, pulling a face at his older brother. "She's having fun. Aren't you, Bekah?"
"Yes!" Rebekah squealed in triumph, stamping her little foot and lunging forward to Klaus who was nearest to catch him offguard again. Adrian chuckled at the sight, feeling the warmth of belonging he has somehow managed to enter mikaelsons circle although it's dangerous but it's the only way for me now as the only witches in here are Ayana Bennet and Esther Mikaelson and as I have observed Ayana doesn't interact with others much other than Esther it's not easy to get close to her and get her to teach me magic it's easier to get along with mikaelsons who are children and I don't need any excessive reason to be around them at all hopefully when I awaken magic I can get Esther to teach me magic.
Just then the air shifted.
The laughter faded into silence as heavy footsteps approached from the path behind them. Even the birds seemed to grow quiet, the playful energy draining as if the forest itself understood the weight of who had arrived. Mikael.
Klaus froze mid-step, his face paling as his head turned slowly toward the looming figure Rebekah finally pounced on him at the moment. Kol's grin faltered, and Elijah instinctively reached down to steady Rebekah, pulling her close to him protectively.
Adrian's chest tightened. He had felt Mikael's presence before—always like a sudden chill, a force that demanded obedience without words. But this time was different. Mikael's sharp blue eyes found him first, holding him still. That stare wasn't just heavy, it was dissecting, measuring him in silence. Adrian swallowed, refusing to look away, though the weight of it pressed into his bones.
Mikael's voice broke the quiet, stern and unyielding. "What is happening here?"
Kol shifted uncomfortably before stepping forward, speaking quickly as if to shield the others.
Mikael's eyes flicked briefly to Kol, then back to Adrian, lingering there as though deciding something unspoken. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Adrian could feel his own pulse in his throat, the excitement of play long gone, replaced by a prickling unease he dared not voice.
Seeing Mikael up close explained so much about Klaus. The man was… intimidating. His very presence was enough to send the village children running. He didn't yell. He didn't have to. His expression, his posture, the way his eyes cut through you—it was enough.
I don't know if he'd always been that way, but when his gaze lingered on me for a moment before he turned and left with Elijah, I felt it. The weight. The danger.
What surprised me more was that he didn't forbid Kol, Klaus, and Rebekah from playing with me. Kol whispered later that Mikael hated them mixing with the village children, often warning them not to go too far or get too close to others. Yet, he'd said nothing about me.
And I knew why.
'Thank you, Father of this life, I thought, closing my eyes briefly in silent gratitude. I don't remember your face, but I know you died saving Mikael. That act alone has made it easier for me to blend in without being cast aside.'
Shaking the thought away, I followed the beaten path through the forest near the village. Safe enough, supposedly. Not that I'd risk venturing into the deeper woods. What am I, Elena Gilbert? A scoff escaped me. As if I'd wander into the wild at four years old without a shred of real power to defend myself.
And then I saw it.
Tucked between two fallen logs lay a stick. Not just any stick—a perfect one. Straight, smooth, veins of grain running along its surface as though nature itself had shaped it with intent. Balanced. Waiting.
A grin tugged at my lips.
Of course I picked it up. Who wouldn't? A stick like this wasn't just wood—it practically begged to be swung, a sword, a rapier, a wand. And in my hand, it looked exactly like the latter.
Amusement crept in, and boredom finally found its cure. I shifted into a stance, feet spread, the way I remembered from countless fantasies. A playful spark lit in my chest.
I leveled the stick toward the trees, lifted my chin, and whispered the one spell every fantasy lover has tried at least once.
"Avada Kedavra."
My tone was casual, almost mocking. A game. I expected nothing.
But something happened.
The stick trembled violently, a sharp crack splitting the air. Then it shattered, bursting into splinters that rained down around me. My palm stung, fragments scattered at my feet, and for a moment I simply stared at the empty space where the stick had been.
My breath caught after I realized what just happene a maniac laughter echoed through the forest "Heeheeheehee—hahahahaha!".
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