****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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3rd POV
The following day, after spending the night pouring over the photocopied journal pages, Alaric had finally gotten Darcy to release him from her iron cast chains, only if he promised to return later, whilst they knew Isobel was on the prowl.
His eyes passed over the sea of students of his History class as he handed out papers. He hands a sheet to Tyler Lockwood. "So, these are the specs for the History department. For the Founders' Day float, we'll be recreating the battle of Willow Creek. Tyler has been nominated at the head of production design."
"By whom?" Tyler asked, peering down at the paper.
"By me. I've seen your sketches, and they're good," Alaric praised.
"I'm not really into the...," Tyler halted as Mr Saltzman cut him off.
Alaric saw the boy was struggling with the idea of being good at something other than football and sniffing after girls. He pitched an idea that may work and prayed a particular young lady would not castrate him when she found out.
"Well, you just pick your team, be creative," he looked around to see if anyone was near to overhear and dropped his voice to a low murmurer. "Listen...I heard Jeremy and Darcy are good at art, and I think you all together could make a good team."
Tyler permitted a snort of disbelief.
Alaric raised a single eyebrow. "Yeah, I know. I was surprised, too. Don't tell her I said this," he paused, spotting a familiar brown-haired girl in the Cafeteria. "Try it out and see how it goes. Oh, and don't screw up."
"Uh, okay? Thanks, I guess," Tyler muttered, watching Mr Saltzman stalk after Elena Gilbert.
Within a few lengthy strides, Alaric appeared at Elena's side.
"Hey, Mr Saltzman," she greeted, shuffling her bag strap onto her shoulder.
"Come with me. We need to talk," he announced and led her to his classroom. He glanced around the swarming corridor before entering and closing the door behind him, then sat down at his desk.
"You might want to sit down for this," Alaric gestured to a desk at the front of the classroom, middle row, positioned before his.
Elena frowned but complied, nevertheless. "What's going on? Am I in trouble?" she chuckled nervously, tucking in a strand of hair behind her ear, sitting her bag at her feet.
"I'll let Darcy be the judge of that," Alaric winced and eyed the door.
"Oh... Her," Elena frowned, knowing she messed up.
"Yeah... Darcy. You know she cares about you a lot, right? You're lucky to have someone with compassion such as hers," Alaric mirrored her frown.
The door clicked open, and Damon stepped inside. "I honestly don't know why when you continue to blow off her noble allegiance."
Elena ignored him and focused her attention on Alaric. "Why am I here? If you don't really need me, I'm just gonna go. I promised I would help Caroline to prepare for Founders Day."
