Estelle Ryder was a different person in the eyes of many people.
To her coven she was a soldier, a weapon. Just another witch used to do their dirty work.
To her parents she was their greatest creation, a toy - a puppet they pulled the strings of and used however they pleased. A slave.
To her friends she was an actor. Whoever they needed her to be she became - always their biggest support system. A false picture of perfection.
To her closest friends, she was a story, someone who lived through a thousand years with the tales and wisdom to go with them. She had hundreds of pages to the person she was and they could never be able to read them all no matter how hard they tried, which meant they were left to write their own pages to go in her book of life. She would carry on their stories and they would forever hold hers in their hearts. She was a legend.
To the ones she considered her family, she was a masterpiece, one of chaos. She was an angel with broken wings that still continued to soar, but also gained horns and a tail in the process - a fallen angel. Half goddess and half hell. And they were the ones blessed to be able to experience the goddess in her, they got the love, the good, all of the best parts of her, and when anyone messed with them they were the ones to be protected by her hell fire - she would always be their biggest protector.
To the town of Beacon Hills she was simply a lost pregnant woman looking for a safe place to raise her babies, trying to get a fresh start and make a home.
To the people of the small town she was a mother, a neighbor, a nurse. A friendly face that you would see around town, she who would always lend a helping hand. But most of all she was a mystery.
Estelle Ryder had many secrets, ones she could hide with her charms that no one seemed to be able to resist - the dazzling smile she would flash around town never failing to make people melt and kneel at her feet. The acts of innocence she had perfected over the span of a thousand years forever worked in her favor, making her a master manipulator, and whoever was able to resist her were often considered to be unlucky, because if they didn't matter to the woman they were left to experience her other methods of persuasion, and if she allowed anyone to survive those it was only to act as further punishment for going against her as anyone she let go often wished they were dead.
Only few were allowed inside Estelle's heart, and the ones that had that were granted access to the secrets buried deep inside. Hundreds of secrets danced around inside the being of Estelle Ryder, and the biggest one, the one that only three knew, was that Estelle Ryder wasn't who she said she was.
Estelle Ryder was actually Evanora Rage.
Evanora Rage, the one who lived a thousand years as an assassin, a witch with the traits and abilities of a vampire - a ruthless monster who was later turned mother after a one night stand with life long 'friend' and ex lover Niklaus Mikaelson.
It was a mistake, something never meant to happen - a forbidden night of passion as the two ex lovers reminisced the epic love they once shared and held so dear. That night was supposed to stay a secret, the memories being pushed to the back of their minds as they went their separate ways once more, Klaus going back to his family as he awaited to arrival of his child - the Mikaelson miracle baby, while Evanora was expected to return to the hell that was her coven. And that's what they did, they walked away, the night soon to be forgotten. For a while at least, because only a month later Evanora had found out she was pregnant.
Twins. Two baby girls who not only had the blood of a Rage, but a Mikaelson as well. The two most powerful families in the world of the supernatural, feared by everyone, the families with more enemies than anyone could ever count. Heiresses those girls were to be, left to inherit not only all of their families power and magic - inevitably becoming the most powerful beings in existence -, but the reputations that were bound to come with the names Mikaelson and Rage, as well as all of their enemies, and making their own. All powerful people have enemies, though anyone with as much power as the Mikaelson-Rage twins could leave even the devil herself cowering in fear, and fear made people do unthinkable things, it caused them to become irrational and reckless, unpredictable - dangerous, and Evanora, as cold hearted as she was meant to be, would be damned if she were to let her family, let alone the Mikaelson's, put her children in danger. Evanora knew what she had to do.
She had to disappear.
And disappear she did.
She had escaped and was never to be heard from again.
Evanora Rage was no more as Estelle Ryder had taken her place - a mystery in the form of a woman, a nurse, a neighbor, and a mother, the mother of the famous Ryder twins - Cassia and Samara, the girls known as Beacon Hills' survivors.
Cassia and Samara were born to be powerful, the two girls destined for greatness. But to even get a taste of peace was going to cost a lot, maybe even more than they had to offer.
