Meira Morana Mikaelson. The twin sister of Hope Andrea Mikaelson. One fateful night, Hope had done something that sent her and her sister to the past. Leading them to change the timeline in the midst of it all.
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TheMikaelson twins were having a fight. The eldest had killed a woman while feeding earlier. "You didn't have to kill her Meira!" The auburn haired girl shouted. "I told you it was an accident Hope! she was somehow able to resist my compulsion and thrashed around which led to her throat ripped off!" The black haired female shouted back.
"Do you think I believe you?! After all the people you killed for no reason?!" The younger girl asked in disbelief. "I get it! You're the hero and I'm the villainess! I know! That's what everyone says! The Mikaelson twins, light and darkness, good and evil." The dark haired girl mocked. "Meira stop making this about you! We'll both face the consequences once Alaric finds out!"
"Oh why can't I make it about me? It was always about you! Everywhere we go it's always you! Mom and dad died for you. You. Not us. They were willing to lose everything for you. Only you. Not me too. And now when I finally start to make it about me, you don't like it."I rant. "What are you talking about? They loved us equally." Hope defended their deceased parents.
"God! You were always so oblivious! It's why I hate you!" The dark haired girls eyes turned black as she sent a barrage of red lightning towards her sister. The younger female's eyes widened as she sent her own barrage of blue lightning towards the older girl. Their magic clashed.
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Hope was losing. And she knows it. Meira knows it. Meira put more magic which made her sister falter. The girl raised her left hand and saw the ring around her middle finger pulse, glad that it had power to suck in. Meira looked at her younger sister and smirked. "We both know that the first born is always the strongest."
Hope faltered once again as her magic was draining faster than her sister. Her sister was right, she'll always be stronger. And even if she becomes a tribrid like her, she still won't be able to beat her. Because her sister is the first born, and she was more experienced. Desperate, the younger girl casted a spell form their grandmothers' grimoire. A spell she knew nothing of.
"Nos recipiat in tempore ad pacem inveniendam!" She casted with her remaining magic. A bright light engulfed the sisters and they felt like they were falling.
