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I have lived for a thousand years. I've done many dark things, and I hesitate to rank them as if I were proud. But the one that likely weighs heaviest on my mind is the death of Davina Claire. While I'm grateful that she found a way back from it, that doesn't mean I've ever forgiven myself. Nor that I ever should.

Celeste took a few more bites of her pizza washing it done with a beer because that’s how Celeste was, she could have fine wine one day and be all dolled up the next eating pizza and drinking beer. She honestly live in moments, living life each day at a time. She gazed over at the other female and offered her a smile “I suppose you are right there, my name is Celeste, what’s your name?”

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“Why is pizza always tastier after a lot of drinks? like wow this is delicious” Celeste’s words came out somewhat muffled as she had a mouthful of cheese pizza, soft hums of satisfaction leaving her lips at the taste of the pizza.

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Kol responded to Freya’s remark with a shurg. “And as a thousand year old vampire… who has died twice and come back…. we can be the characters in these stories..” he teased. “We are in a school full of students who I hope would have taken a mythology class perhaps? I’m sure some of the creatures could be recognised?” he hoped. All he wanted was to get out of the school. “And I’m also hoping snapping a neck or decapitation would kill if not slow down most creatures at least..” kol questioned his sister rhetorically.

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“I believe we are the characters in some of these stories, but no one’s ever given me a broomstick to ride,” she tried to keep at least a bit of lightness in the conversation.  “Recognition is probably not our only problem; what we know of them from stories might not match up to the reality.  You’re not wrong though; removing the head is probably a strong start for most of these things.”  She closed the book in front of her and sighed.  “Let’s go see what we can do.”

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He was nervous as hell, after having asked around he finally got some information on the places his mother frequently visited and was even able to find a picture but hell he had spent so many years searching for her that it didn’t feel real that he was about to see her face to face. What if she didn’t want him.? What if she had healed that part of her life and he was just cutting open an old wound? What if he hadn’t lived up to the son she wanted? He felt so insecure, he had always felt like a part of him was missing and that part was not knowing who his birth parents were. He knew he’d never meet Matthias since his father was murdered by that evil witch that unfortunately was his aunt. He took a breath and shook off the nerves before approaching the woman. He cleared his throat letting her know there was someone here and then he finally spoke “ Are you Freya Mikaelson? ”

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Hope being gone presented a great many of issues, Alaric had grown close to the girl over the years, he invested a lot of time, energy and affection in the girl to ensure that she had a better upbringing than the family drama might have provided. He tried to include her in as much as he possibly could and the idea that she vanished had him worried. She was an innocent girl who despite him believing she made a great many mistakes in the last few months she didn’t deserve any sort of harm to come her way. 

“No, really don’t want to be making those kinds of calls home.” Alaric already had parents up in arms, with the loose of magic many wanted to pull their former vampire children from the school, many glad at the idea of having their children back. Now that magic was back there were a mixture of disappoints and relief. “I wish we had more time to dive into research, I don’t like the idea of dealing with things blindly.”

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“Of all the calls you’d have imagined making when you opened this place, I’m sure that wasn’t one of them.  Just imagine the days when you thought witches, vampires and wolves were the most exotic thing you might have to deal with.”  She still couldn’t quite believe what was happening herself, and if she had to explain to anyone that the population of the school had turned to stone she didn’t believe she could do it with a straight face.

He was very right, research would have been ideal.  Unfortunately it seemed neither of them was going to get that chance.  “Any ideas how we’d even start researching this?”  Taking out a small mirror from her bag, she held it up as they reached a corner.  “Clear,” she murmured.  No gorgons, at least not yet.

Kol watched his sister and although he had seen her looking desperatly for anything to help them. He sighed a little at her words,”outside of stories…” he repeated before he felt a thought cross his mind. Moving across the room to find the section needed., he pulled out a few books on mythology and fairytales. Throwing them on the table, Kol smirked. “We have witches working on protection spells….maybe we should be looking at those..” he pointed to the books he had just tossed on the table. “perhaps they are from stories… after all I’ve heard that we were story creatures in the past… so perhaps these stories are rooted in truth…” he questioned his elder sister.

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Freya looked between the books and Kol with a dubious glance.  The creatures did look like they could be from old stories, but she wasn’t sure if it was going to help kill them or not.  If they truly were legends become myths it was unlikely that the stories were accurate.  “As a witch who lived for a thousand years I suppose I shouldn’t rule anything out.  But if that’s what we’re dealing with, we’ll need to know what creatures they are before we can work out how to kill them.”

“It might seem like a strange concept but not everyone who is supernatural lives dangerous lives. A lot of these kids will go home to their supernatural parents, join the ranks of their coven or pack. Many will go out into the world knowing how to control themselves and live relatively normal lives.” Not everyone was a Mikaelson with enemies around each corner, not everyone was friends with doppelgangers who needed protection or living among a city of supernatural with near war breaking out. “Control comes first, anything after that is extra credit and many have enough issues with the control aspect.” He didn’t the point in piling on more when students had enough issues with standard school work and keeping a lid on their anger and other emotions that led to magic going haywire. “Some fist fights between wolves is one thing, its why we have a school pack alpha to keep them in line, vampires attacking wolf students in human form or witches using any kind of magic against fellow classmates…it opens another can of worms. Its why we have Emma do sessions with any and all students who get into an altercation.” Not that it always did wonders but they couldn’t allow students to harm one another, they still had an obligation to keep their students safe and the parents happy.  “Missing? What do you mean missing? Someone took her?” Alaric couldn’t see Hope willingly leaving after going through the trouble of bringing back her parents. He tried to focus his thoughts and tally what he had seen with what he knew from books. “At first glance I think I saw some Gorgon and a Harpy but I would have to double check before I say that with certainty.”

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While Freya didn’t appreciate his tone, she did understand his point.  Her life had been one conflict after another, from her captivity with Dahlia to finding her family and everything that happened afterward, and there was no doubt it colored her perception in a thousand little ways.  She might have countered that after her experience in New Orleans she had a hard time believing there was such a thing as a relatively normal life for someone like the kids of the school, but that was another thing that might have been chalked up to her point of view.  “Fair enough,” she conceded as they looked through the weapons.  “I’m sure she’s very effective at what she does.”  There was no sarcasm in her words, even if she wondered.  “That’s our assumption at the moment; she vanished from her bedroom, and nothing else was gone.  Not her phone, not anything.”  Freya had no idea what might have been capable of taking her niece, but she intended to find out.

“A gorgon and a harpy,” she repeated, shaking her head in disbelief.  “If the legends of the gorgon are true we’d better start using a mirror to check our corners.  Don’t want to risk anyone turning to stone.”

Alaric could only offer a scoff in response to Hope disagreeing, “We’re not here to teach these kids violence, if anything we’re here to teach them ways to avoid it. The very last thing anyone needs is there to be rumors of a school making a child army.” It wasn’t what the boarding school was ever supposed to be, it was meant to be a safe haven for children like his own. A place they didn’t need to hide who or what they were but that would be in a perfect world. “Can you imagine hormonal teenagers with the knowledge to harm one another on purpose?” He had seen enough fighting in normal schools without the use to super speed, strength or magic. “Yeah well I’m not one to think there’s plots out there to get me but this is a little too on the nose even for me. We’re at an even greater disadvantage not knowing what they are, where they are from or if we even have the means to take them down.” He pauses grabbing his crossbow, “Where is Hope, I expect her to be the one following me around asking plans.”

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“Perhaps not,” Freya nodded agreement.  “But when they leave this school they’ll be walking into a world that doesn’t understand them, with other supernatural beings who are more than willing to do them harm.  I’m not saying you teach them death spells, but some basic offensive magic isn’t likely to kill anyone.  I’m sure the wolves already do a number on each other.”  She could teach it herself, if she really wanted to.  Alaric’s question pulled her gaze to him and she frowned.  “You don’t know...no, of course you don’t know.  Hope is missing.  She disappeared from the house not long before these attacks started and no one’s seen her since.  Which is one more mark in the “this was a plot” column.”  Freya sighed.  “Have you seen anything you recognized?  Any creature that’s come up in your classes?”

The whole situation didn’t sit well with the original. with the return of magic also came the disapperance of his niece, and an army of monsters descending on the town. Being trapped in the school was not exactly the place Kol would have prefered to be, but he figured that he would be of some use there with Freya and the witches with his vast knowledge of worldwide witch covens.

As he reached the library after several of the witches attempted to reconstitute the protection spells over the school, he noticed his sister in the room looking through the books covering a table. As he moved across the threshold, he glanced over the books. “Anything you got a good feeling about?” he questioned.

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The school’s library of books was impressive, but only if one was looking for defensive spells and barriers.  The rest of it was pretty paltry, and Freya assumed if they had anything in the way of dark magic it was sealed up in Alaric’s office somewhere between the bourbon and the relics.  She closed one, pushing it aside and focusing on the next, looking up only when she heard Kol’s voice. “Right now, brother, I don’t have a good feeling about much of anything.  We need answers, we need them quickly, and I need to know how to kill things no one’s seen outside of stories.”

Ric couldn’t say he wasn’t a little glad to see Freya, she was a strong witch and they needed all the help they could get. “The staff have been trained for situations like this, we have a game plan for the most part.” Granted it hadn’t been made for this reason in mind, more so an attack from human forces, perhaps a few enemies of the supernatural brand and mostly for an attack within the school from students who went rogue. “We could use your help for the offensive, these kids aren’t taught how to fight, if anything we teach defensive magic.” He shakes his head, perhaps in a way this was a way to open his eyes to the fact that they could be doing more for their students. “I need to get things from the armory, they should help with these unexpected forces.” Leading the way down the halls to the hidden door where that led down to the where the items from the original armory were relocated to Ric used the I.D pad to input the combo, “The magic that we had been using to protect the school was wiped when magic vanished. We haven’t had time to put it all back into place.”

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Freya wasn’t sure anyone had a game plan for the scale of threat they seemed to be facing, but she wasn’t going to argue that with Alaric in front of other people - for now she needed to go along with him, and make sure that everyone had faith in their headmaster to get them out of the situation alive and unharmed.  “Hope has mentioned that,” she nodded, “and said a few times that she thought it was a mistake.  But yes, of course, I’m here to help however you need me.”  It was hardly the time to debate school policy.  Following him toward the armory, she did him the courtesy of averting her eyes as he entered the combination to the armory.  “Which makes this either unfortunate timing or very well planned timing, and I have no idea which.”

Tatia looked at the other and the only reason she recognized the woman is because she had been watching over the Mikealsons from the other side, not to mention her kind friend had filled her in. The other didn’t seem to recognize her though, not as Katherine, not as Elena so perhaps for now she was safe. She cleared her throat and nodded “do you know who else is here?” she questioned wondering if anyone would think the petrova was her other two look a likes. She knew if she didn’t walk with the other it might look strange so she nodded and walked with her. “I’m alright, it’s very kind of you to ask thank you.” she admitted with a soft smile as she walked.

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location: Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted open: everyone part of her group / location​

Was she really stuck here in this school. It seemed upon her return into the land of the living one thing after another was happening and from what she had been hearing was there was one person behind it. It was her old lovers daughter, Hope. When she heard that the child was missing she did hope she was alright, she was just a kid and she shouldn’t have to be dealing with all of this but how was she going to escape being hidden with being stuck around others. She was currently looking for a place in the school where she can hunker down and hide in but then she heard footsteps behind her and her breath caught in her throat.

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“Everyone please stay calm.” Alaric was trying his best to keep order in the school it was bad enough that he had worried and scared children, he didn’t need the same from the adults within the building. “Our witches will be reenforcing the protection spells we had in place before the hiccup with magic. We just need to offer them some time.” Alaric hated the idea of bringing out weapons but knew this day or one similar would come some day. “I’m gonna have to open the armory.” He says mostly to himself with a soft sigh.

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Freya had only been at the school to gather some of Hope’s things, and `of course had managed to find herself in the middle of whatever chaos was enveloping them.  Whatever had happened was coming out of nowhere, and she couldn’t imagine where a supply of monsters that size had even been hiding, much less how they’d reached town so quickly.  Dr. Saltzman, for his part, seemed to be holding things down as best as he could, and she gave him credit for that.

“Point me toward the witches, please.  I’ll go and do what I can to help them.  Unless you’d rather I stay here in case we need another line of defense.”

A soft, playful grin spread across Henrik’s lips and brought with a gentle bout of laughter. “I remember them being really good, the few times that I had them. I’m not sure how ‘proper’ this diet is going to be, but it doesn’t sound like a bad time.” He mused at his sister’s words. The playful smile faltered slightly as she spoke about the modern world and insisted that it was healthier for him to accept things as they were.

“I… am trying to.” He nodded briefly. “Trying to come to terms with everything. I want to learn about this world - what it has to offer, what kinds of joy I can find in it. I know my old life is long gone…” Henrik explained quietly. Not even magic could bring back the way things used to be. Not entirely, anyway. As he shuffled his feet to follow her guidance back towards the manor, he stopped for a moment and bent to retrieve a small flower from the lawn around them.

Smiling to himself, he carefully took its stem in his hands and grabbed a few more flowers; twisting them together and positioning their petals around the ring. Offering the makeshift bracelet to Freya, he spoke. “I fondly remember weaving bracelets from flowers in our garden and around the village. Rebekah and Mother taught me how. The witches showed me how to do so with my magic.” He let out a small scoffing sound. “Father never really approved of them, though.”

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Freya laughed softly.  “They are very good.  And trust me when I say that what passes for a proper diet in the modern world is like nothing that we would have known back in the day.”  Things like deep frying and preservatives hadn’t exactly been part of their existence as children, and the changed world offered all sorts of delights - most of which were terrible for everyone who consumed them.

“I know, brother.  I don’t mean to make it sound easy.  Or to make it sound like I don’t yearn for those days sometimes as well.  But you’re right; there’s not a power on Earth that could bring back the world we lived in, or ever make things the way they were again.  And when I have those days, I try to indulge in this world’s simple pleasures.  I eat a chocolate bar.  Watch something fun on the television.  Or I take a car ride.  My god, Henrik, the cars - could you ever have imagined anything like them?  Full of every technology; places to put your drinks, music to listen to, air conditioners to keep you cool.  We were lucky to have a horse to ride on behind father.  There is joy, and I will help you find it.”

He did so for her first, though, offering a bracelet of flowers that he slid over her wrist and brought a smile to her face.  “It’s beautiful, little one, thank you.  I’m sure mother and Rebekah would have enjoyed having you to teach, and appreciated you being a quick study.”  His mention of Mikael and his temper, though, made her more than a little sad.  “I know that he wasn’t a good man to you.  To the others.  But I’ll always remember him as the father that I loved, the one I never had a chance to grow up with.  While I don’t have the ego to think that my presence would have made him a different man...sometimes I can’t help but wonder.  I miss him still.”  She looked away, blinking back the memory of watching Klaus kill him anew.

Henrik hummed in quiet contemplation. “May illness avoid us both.” He nodded in agreement and had to laugh softly as she patted his shoulder and remarked about Nik’s mannerisms. The way she spoke of him reminded him of his youthful days playing and chasing after Nik and Elijah both whenever Mikael had been off on a hunting trip or a war party and wasn’t likely to return to ruin their fun at any moment.

As Freya expressed that there would likely be a shared sentiment that his fears were misplaced, he let out a sigh. He knew it was rather irrational to fear his own family, but the choking terror he felt with werewolf kind was difficult to wade through. It was a challenge in and of itself to keep his mind from retreating back to those final moments when the wolf’s claws had torn into him. “A muffin… and a latte…” He repeated with a slow nod. “The lattes are those coffee things, no? I’ve only had a few of them before.” He chuckled slightly.

At her offer for apologizing to Niklaus, however, he gave her a curious expression. “Oh? Well, I’m not occupied at the moment.” Henrik offered lightly. “I’d love to come by. If anything, it will keep me from wandering these streets lost in a memories of the village and looking even more out of place than I already feel here.”

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“A muffin and a latte,” Freya confirmed with a grin.  Hope could be guarded, but she knew those were a good start to opening a conversation, at least.  “They are, yes.  One of the greatest things about life in this day and age, little one.  Remembering the days before every second shop had an espresso machine makes a person glad to live in the modern era.”  Among many other reasons, of course, but a proper cup of coffee could cure a great many ills and help start a great many days.  “We’ll get you on a proper diet of them, and soon you’ll be in the shop every second day.”

She hadn’t expected his offer, but it made her happy all the same.  “By all means, we can do that.  As hard as I’m sure it is to walk through town and not imagine the settlement that was, I think it’s healthier if you don’t.  For good or for ill this is the world we live in now, and being lost in the past is only going to break your heart in the end.”

Archer knew that it would take some time for her to either register the information or believe him and he would respectfully give her all the time that she needed. Especially with what he had been told and heard about the Mikaelson’s, they didn’t trust easy and honestly who could blame them with everything they went through. He nodded at her words and walked to the nearest seat pulling her chair out for her before sitting down “I know how all this must sound to you, even hearing it back in my own head it sounds crazy” he admitted and he took a breath “Dahlia found out that I hadn’t truly died, she found the woman who carried me and gave birth to me and just so you know she was a kind lady, she loved all of her children” he admitted wanting to give her peace of mind that he hadn’t been born to a cruel mother. “I was ten when Dahlia came for me, something about a promise and that every first born Mikaelson child was to be hers.” 

He admitted and took a slow breath “my mother…my surrogate I guess she would be called these days, she fought but she was no match for Dahlia, I went willingly to spare her” he admitted taking a slow breath.

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Freya sat down a little more heavily than she meant to, clasping her hands on the table to keep them stilled as she listened.  The story hit the right notes, with some fairly inside information that a stranger off the street wouldn’t have been able to produce.  Dahlia, the firstborn curse.  It wasn’t proof, certainly not enough to take him at his word, but it was enough to at least make her curious.  She didn’t voice her doubts, but they simmered in her mind all the same.  “I was five.  When Dahlia took me.  It was brave of you, going with her for another’s sake.”

She studied him carefully, distant memories of Matthias in her head.  “How did you survive all this time?”