What if whenever Hayley gave birth, she gave birth to twins. She just didn't know it.
This is the story of Adelaide Rebekah Romanoff and how she finds out who her real family is.
Oh, and she might find love along the way.
[OC x Pietro]
[Hope x Peter]
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Everything seemed like a flash before they all landed in a room. Everyone looked around the room. It was an empty and looked to be used for ballet, an art known for fun, an art known for passion, an art known to children as innocent. Though they could already tell from the ominous environment that this wasn't the case. As they were observing, they noticed how pristine and barren it looked.
The family all stiffened as they noticed a girl walk in. She looked to be about 7 years old, she walked with an elegance in her stride that most adults wouldn't even dare pull off. She had a mixture between wavy light brown and dirty blonde hair, her pouty pink lips pulled into a blank frown, and her ocean colored blue eyes devoid of any emotions. A line of girls followed her. Most trying to hold the same expression but the family could tell they were all scared. There were 28 of them in total, including Adelaide.
"That was her." Said Freya sadly. "The first one."
The family followed her with their eyes. Some more observant than others. They noticed she held herself like she was ready to fight for her life, like anything bad could happen to her any second. Which broke their hearts.
After all the girls sorted themselves into lines a woman walked in. She walked with grace and had this iciness to her that the family noticed made most of the kids flinch. She passed the children and strode to the center of the studio. The Mikaelsons observed as she studied the children, her eyes lingering on the youngest Mikaelson longer than the rest.
"сегодня мы делаем что-то другое." (Today we are doing something different.)
No one moved.
"052197. выйти вперед." (Come forward.)
"040796. выйти вперед." (Come forward.) She repeated. "я хочу, чтобы ты дрался." (I want you to fight.)
One of the girls looked frighteningly toward the woman and made the mistake of asking a question.
"сколько?" Her voice trembling as she asked. The family heard an intake of breath all around. (How long?)
"пока один из вас не умрет." Her voice as cold as ice answered, her eyes narrowed into slits as she eyed the girl who was trembling. (Until one of you is dead.)
The lady turned her head towards a man that the family never noticed had entered the room.
