The Other Mikaelson- Book 2

Chapter XX

"If I can just wait it out a few more weeks... Help me, please?" Davina asked Marcel, the two at Thierry's warehouse at the docks.

"I will, and when it's over, I'll do what I should have done-- get you out of town," Marcel replied.

"I had a dream that Tim wasn't dead. He played a song that he wrote for me, and he kissed me, and we were just normal," Davina said, smiling slightly.

Keira appeared at the doorway. "That sounds like a beautiful dream."

Marcel turned to her. "What are you doing here?"

Keira ignored him. "But it was just a dream."

"Get out!!!" Marcel yelled angrily.

"This is killing her. Your stubbornness will mean her death," Keira told him.

"I promised her I'd fight for her. I'm not breaking that promise," Marcel said.

"No one is asking you not to fight. You're the only family that this girl has. You owe it to her to fight for her to live."

At the plantation house, Klaus, Hayley, Elijah, Rebekah, and Kieran O'Connell were waiting over the grave they had dug for Esther. Keira walked over, all of them holding umbrellas.

"Did you find them? Will he bring her?" Klaus asked.

"I did. He will," Keira said solemnly.

"Are you ready to do this?" Kieran asked.

"Always and forever," Klaus muttered.

"Always and forever," his siblings all said in unison. Klaus took a dagger out and cut his palm open, dripping blood over the grave. The other three did the same- Klaus's blood, Elijah's blood, Rebekah's blood, Keira's blood, and the baby's blood, spilled over Esther Mikaelson's grave.

"It's done," Kieran said, throwing the the dagger in as well.

At the witch burial grounds, the Mikaelson's, Hayley', Sophie, Davina, and Marcel all watched as fire erupted from the entrance.

"Fire," Sophie said. Marcel, who was holding Davina, set her down on the alter.

"I'm ready," she said. Sophie held up a knife.

"Do you believe in the Harvest?" she asked.

"I believe. To be reborn, we must sacrifice," Davina said. Sophie nodded solemnly, before raising the knife and slitting Davina's neck. She gasped for a second, before falling backwards into Marcel's arms, dead. The rain and fire stopped, and Davina's skin glowed gold as her magic flowed back into the earth.

"After the Harvest comes the Reaping. Their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our Elders to resurrect the chosen ones," Sophie said. Nothing happened. "We call upon our Elders to resurrect the chosen ones..." Sophie's eyes began to fill with tears. "Resurrect your chosen ones... Please? I beg..." When it became clear something had went wrong, Sophie began sobbing and fell to the ground. "No!"

As she began to sob harder, the other girls cried as well, while Marcel shot Klaus a look of extreme hatred and sped away.

Later on, at the compound, Klaus and Keira were drinking in the parlor.

"This whole thing was doomed from the start, you know? Yes, we saved the city, and I'm not complaining about the witches losing their power, but this did not go down the way I thought it would. You surprised me, though. You were quite resourceful today. How did you find them down at the docks?" Klaus asked.

Keira smiled impishly. "You're not the only one with clever little spies in the quarter, Nik."

"Sometimes I think I don't give you your due, little sister."

Keira's smiled turned sad. "I knew Elijah's plan was mad, but I really thought it would work."

"So did I. I was sure Davina would survive. There was so much life in her."

"What about the power? Four were supposed to rise, and none did. That power had to have gone somewhere. Where did all that power go?" Keira asked. Klaus did not answer.

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Sabine was in the cemetery, chanting. She took a small poppet and sliced the throat open, pouring the blood within it into a small goblet holding a potion. She drank it, imbued with power, and nearby, three graves broke open. 

The first one, a witch with shoulder length, wavy, light auburn hair, looking in her late forties to early fifties. The witch Bastianna Natale, who had died during the first attempt at the Harvest.

The second, another witch, with vibrant red hair, a tall figure, wearing a white nurse dress similar to that of which what nurses wore in the 1800s. The witch Genevieve, whom Rebekah Mikaelson had killed indirectly.

The third, a male witch, with darker skin, bald, tall, and holding a curved bone blade. Papa Tunde, who had been killed by Klaus Mikaelson.

"Why are we here?" Genevieve asked, confused.

"Someone brought us forth. Who?" Tunde asked.

Sabine appeared in front of them and smiled. "I did."

"Sabine! What's the meaning of this?" Bastianna asked. The witch chuckled.

"Bastianna, I've had to endure people calling me 'Sabine' for almost a year now. I'd appreciate it if you'd call me by my real name- Céleste Marie Hélène Dubois. And I've resurrected you in the place of the Harvest girls. Until we die, they shall never rise forth."