****REWRITING IN PROCESS****
A thousand years ago, seven stars sat illuminated in the night sky, surrounded by the moon, wrapped around its comfort and loving embrace, secured in the safety net that always provided them protection.
Too soon, it all...
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~ Music ~ Everglow ~ Coldsplay
Niklaus Narrative
Niklaus rested his eyes upon the leaves, fluttering in the vast green space. In the light of day, you could never tell of the storm they had suffered moments before, of the winds that howled and tore their brethren from branches to ground. They reflected the soft sun rays, gave of their colours with that quiet joy nature sings of, that silent music we love to hear. Yet he also saw the plucked leaves, swirling in her gusting wake, the subtle "tells" of the suffering they have been encased in.
At that moment, he wondered what people would make of him, of them; would they see the signs of their storm? The way their eyes were slow and mouths heavy at the corners? Would they see the tears in his eyes un-cried, or would they see his now youngest brother tears soaking his cheeks as he clutched his deceased twin sister to his chest, hear his pleas for her to come back to them? Or how their little sister sobbed at his side, clasping her older sister's hand, the very sister who braided her hair and made-up stories to read to her and Henrik every night so that they could sleep without fear? Not that Darcella never minded, not if it made them happy. That's all Darcella wanted, their happiness. And she always strived to make that possible.
Niklaus watches as Elijah and Finn come to rest at their sides, falling to their knees. Even with them, he could see the tears trickling down their gaunt cheeks, their gazes switching from Henrik to Darcella, not knowing what to do or where to place their hands as Rebekah takes up placing Henrik's head upon her lap and brush the brunette locks away from his face. Seeing the action caused his heart to clench, all familiar with remembering Darcella's calming touch.
Memories run like the plague in the blonde's mind. Flickers of their times with Darcella leading up until her final moments, of the time when Darcella was merely ten years old and had asked Elijah and Finn to teach her how to sword fight, so when Father raised his to them, she knew how to protect them. Despite their refusals and worries that their Father would catch on and would punish her, believing that a woman should not duel or raise a sword, Darcella was relentless.
But most of all, she hated standing aside watching Mikael show his hand to his children and witness their Mother do nothing but live in fear and watch on the sidelines. After countless times of begging, Elijah and Finn gave in and taught her how to fight, not just with weapons either. Once she learnt the ropes, she encouraged Niklaus and Kol to participate, raising their self-confidence. In turn, when Rebekah and Henrik became of age to understand and wanted to aid in their roles, she taught them how to fight and defend themselves.
From that point, Darcella made it her mission to protect her family, at least the ones who did not feel confident to stand up to Mikael.
Every time a sword was poised at Niklaus' throat or a fist raised to his cheek, Darcella was there blocking Mikael's path. Often forgetting she was just a child herself, especially when she started placing the blame on herself and taking beatings in their family's place. And then the abuse will turn back on Niklaus when their Father turns his aggression onto Darcella. Back and forth it would go, both siblings fiercely protective of the other.
