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Renaissance: /rɪˈneɪs(ə)ns/-Revival/Reawakening.
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 a...
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Music: A Little Bit of Love (video link above).
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One minute Darcella stood watching as—the girl she coincidentally shared an appearance and a name with—and Dahlia locked pinkies, binding them by blood.
And the next, the world spun, whisking her away elsewhere, placing her outside the home the little girl had previously run away from—the ever-growing familiar home.
Darcella's heart raced as she spun around, taking in the new changes as she crossed her arms to fend off the chill as the birds soared above, singing their morning chorus, gesticulating a new dawn. The fawn leaves cluttering the meadow and pathways showed autumn had long ago revealed its presence. Still, flowers bloomed on the ground around the tall oak tree, the multicoloured petals preened vividly, indicating they were well cared for. The village had also broadened—additional homes, yet fragile, stood tall and expanded beyond the border—forming a connection with the nearby village neighbours.
Nevertheless, she was used to the hustle and bustle of Mystic Falls. Yet, being here made her feel eerily at home. Strange indeed... She preferred this Mystic Falls.
Darcella replayed in her mind what she had gathered so far, trying to conclude the significance of this purpose. Fae's words of travelling back to the beginning surged onward. Dahlia and Esther are two sisters who both hold magical abilities. However, Esther denied her powers.
Darcella couldn't fathom that reasoning. Now she was aware that a whole other world was out there—being a witch seemed like a blessing. Knowing she was not made her feel empty.
She could imagine it being a life of exhilaration and unselfishly... A breath-taking rush of power.
A world of dark and light clashing and the wonders and sacrifices those could bring made her curious. Maybe too curious... Darcella's lips twitched at the thought. Nah.
In some sort of twisted pity, Darcella felt for Dahlia. The woman wanted a life with her sister and their magical abilities. Forever and always. Only for Esther to run away with a man, leaving Dahlia behind, alone. Yet perhaps fate had raised its ugly head and bestowed the blonde with karma. She is a bitch, after all.
Darcella snorts, rolling her eyes. Like, seriously? As soon as something turns sour, or life doesn't work how they expect, they come running for favours.
So, here comes little Esther running back, begging for Dahlia to grant her motherhood upon being recoiled with infertility. Expecting Dahlia to hand her a silver platter. Yeah, no... How dense can the woman be? You don't abandon family.
For Darcella, it's family, above all, blood stronger than water. No matter the disputes and differences.
So, for Esther not to consider the sacrifices of the bargaining she made with Dahlia was a stupid move. Still, Esther, the ever-gullible, agreed rather than being attentive to what was at stake.
