Found You || Mikaelsons

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙𝟙||𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢

𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰

𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖: 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱

Mikaelsons's POV:

Packing. Running around. Yelling. Cursing. Stress. Excitement. Anxiety. More stress. And Hope passing out. Or something like that.

Let's start from the beginning, the Mikaelson's are packing their suitcases, the day before their flight. Not ideal. But then again, is anything these people do ideal? I didn't think so.

Kol, Davina, and Keelin have opted out of viewing the freakshow, hence the reason they went to Mystic Falls a few days prior.

Rebekah's running around trying to find her curling iron because she doesn't want to be late and potentially mess up everything. It has to be perfect, for Hope. She already screwed up with one niece, so she should at least try to be there for the second one.

Elijah can't find his favorite suit. But aren't they all the same? Exactly my point. He's vamping around the house searching high and low for this suit. He wants to make sure this whole trip to Mystic Falls goes smoothly, for Hope. He can't afford for anything to go wrong.

Freya's busy shoveling random clothes into her suitcase. No folding to be found. She knew she messed up really badly with Athena, so why not treat her second niece better. She wants to make sure everything goes right, for Hope.

Hayley's trying to find her necklace. She usually never takes it off, but for some reason she did, and now she's on a rampage trying to find it. Let's also not forget that she still has to PACK her suitcase. But to her, this necklace is far more important, it's for Hope. She thinks of this necklace as good luck, prevention of disaster. Without it, who knows what could happen.

Klaus was well, being Klaus. He was vamping around the room, packing Henleys of many different colors. This was highly unnecessary if you ask me, considering the fact that he wears the same outfit 24/7. He had to make sure he was prepared for anything in Mystic Falls, and make sure he wouldn't be caught off guard. He will be, but that's beside the point. Everything had to be perfect, for Hope, of course.

Hope, little miss princess, was making sure she had all her grimoires, her drawings, and anything that could be considered important. She wanted to be sure she had everything ready and didn't leave anything, and I mean anything, behind. After all, this trip was for her. When she bent over to grab the last grimoire from underneath her bed, she started to get a tad dizzy. When she stood up is when it all went wrong, and then her head hit the ground.

In Hope's mind:

Hope opens her eyes in pure surprise, peering around at her surroundings. She's in a long, intricate, all-black hallway with mostly black doors. The hallway had an uncanny feel to it, and it was also quite chilly. She can almost sense the otherworldly presence in the corridor with her. And it freaked her out. Aside from the sleek, black doors, there are a few others that don't look the same as the rest. They're different colors and very easy to spot among the uniform. Each color represents one of Athena's emotions, but Hope doesn't know that.

One door is pure white, two pure red, and three pure gold. The only six doors that stand out.

She slowly stands up, trying to prevent the oncoming headache. Then, she starts walking towards the single white door, only to go flying backward, hitting her head on the wall behind her. And passing out again. She's gonna have one hell of a migraine.

Outside of Hope's mind:

Hayley, being the closest to Hope's room, hears her fall to the ground and quickly rushes in. She yells for the rest of the family, them also entering the room at an incredibly fast pace, except for Freya. They stare at the girl on the ground with concern and curiosity. Freya steps forward and places her hands on either side of Hope's head, only for her hands to go flying off. Muttering random words, Freya runs around and finds an empty bowl, a cold, wet rag, and a grimoire. When she returns the parents of the littlest wolf ask her questions with their eyes, only for her to shake her head.

Freya places the rag on Hope's forehead, to regulate her temperature as she prepares to start the spell. She then goes around to all the family members with the empty wooden bowl and watches them bite into their wrists. She follows the crimson liquid with her eyes. When she gathers all the blood, she places the bowl on the floor next to the open grimoire. Then, she begins a series of chants.

Long story short, that spell didn't work, which ultimately meant she had to try a different one. She flips a few pages in her grimoire, knowing that she probably should've tried this spell first, as it's guaranteed to work. With this new page open, she instructs the rest of the family to grab her hand and make a circle around the fallen soldier.

She begins her second round of chanting. And chanting, and chanting, and more chanting, before they all gasp and drop to the ground. When they regain their sense of sight, they're standing in an eerie, long black hallway, with a knocked-out girl behind them. Why are they standing in the middle of this wretched hall exactly? For Hope, of course.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm so sorry for the long wait

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