After 90 years of running, it had to come to an end. She found herself in Mystic Falls, a place she'd be dreading to go to but it was bound to happen. Luna Salvatore, the youngest Salvatore, arrived in Mystic Falls. Little did she know, her coming t...
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New Orleans
Her eyes widened in shock. She was speechless. How was this even possible? Did her mother know about this? She kept re-reading the name over and over but it didn't change. It read the same name every time.
Nora Hildegard.
"Oh my, god." Luna whispered.
"What?" Marcel asked slightly confused.
"I knew her." Luna explained, her attention never leaving the book. Religiously rereading the name scrawled onto aged paper. Her throat constricted and her mind was as heavy as the burden that had latched itself onto her back.
"You did?" Marcel questioned.
"Yeah," Luna cleared her throat so she could speak louder, "In 1898, I went looking for a group of heretics and in 1900, I found them. And she was there."
"Your sister? Nora?" Marcel said in disbelief. Luna slowly nodded before turning to meet his eyes, "And you had no idea she was your sister?"
"No. My mother hadn't told me anything, but who knows if she knew about it. It's not like I can ask her." Luna mentioned.
"Where is Nora now?" Marcel queried quietly.
"She's in the 1903 prison world. With the rest of the heretics and my mother." Luna disclosed. She shook her head and quickly wiped her eyes. She took a deep breath before turning to Marcel with a faux-smile, "Thank you, again."
"Nora, I already told you. I don't hate Mary-Louise!" Luna exclaimed, turning to look at the brunette next to her.
Nora sighed and spoke with firm persistence, "Yes, but you said you didn't like her. And you, being my best friend, and her my," Nora looked around the two and lowered her voice to a whisper, "...girlfriend. I want you two to get along. Like you and Valerie."
Luna rolled her eyes, "Mine and Valerie's friendship is different."
"How is it different?" Nora questioned, matching Luna's tone.
"Because I knew her, in 1863." Luna explained, a teasing smile pulling up on her face.
Nora scoffed and rolled her eyes, trying to keep a smile from appearing on her face, "Well, I still think you and her would be incredible friends," Nora said, linking her arm with Luna and walking forwards, "Like us."
