The Legacy of Always and Forever

Chapter 1: The beginning

Jun.01.2026

I woke up in the middle of the night again. I tried my best to stay quiet. I would hate for Kol to hear me. They've been so worried about me lately. They knew it got bad when I chose to come back early.

New Orleans hasn't always been my home. My parents, my bio parents, used to tell me stories about the french quarter. The dangerous kings that ruled. Despite the cruel stories it was their home.

Even as a young child, I knew they wanted to go back. The kings were slain. There wasn't anything stopping them anymore. That is, what they thought anyway.

Kol being a part of the hollow spell meant he could never be near New Orleans or be near Hope. However, that didn't mean I couldn't.

I've been spending the school year in New Orleans since I was 8. They all came together and decided it was better for me to be around the witches. The witches were my coven after all. And with my condition. It was just a better idea.

Vincent being the regent made it easier. The witches didn't love the idea. Actually, if I remember currently they wanted to kill me, though I was a reincarnation of an evil messiah, when you're adopted into the world's most powerful and feared family you learn there isn't anything people won't learn to accept when their livelihood is threatened.

San Francisco is different from the French Quarter in many ways but the one thing that never changes is the moon. My dad used to teach me lessons using the moon as a metaphor.

Sometimes I wonder if I wake up in the middle of the night because the moon has to teach me the lessons my dad couldn't anymore.

Reluctantly, I decided I'm going to get a glass of water. I decided to risk it and open the french doors to the patio. The moon is so beautiful tonight. It wasn't a full moon but a waxing crescent. It has always been my favorite phase of the moon. In its elegance it's showing that it is incomplete, missing. The shadow of the full moon hovers over him but it does not, cannot outshine him.

"Beautiful isn't darling?" he says to me, sitting in the chair next to me like he was there all along. Kol always had a flair for the dramatics. Let's just say he enjoys his theatrical entrances.

"Bad dreams?" He asks me, trying to hold his concern on his tongue. He knows I do not like being worried about. I nod trying to hide my fears. He means well. I know and yet I can't help but try to shelter them from the horrors of my mind.

"Darling if you would just allow us to help you, we could-"

"No." I cut him off. They entered my mind once after they found me. I would never allow them to do it again. It was mine. No one has a right to my mind. It was my burden to bear. She made sure of that.

"Can we just ... sit here for a little. That would be enough." His eyes have always been able to see through my pain. Something we shared: neither one of us liked being lied to. He put his hand on mine and I laid my head on his shoulder. I wasn't lying.

For a moment even if it was fleeting it was enough. My mind hurt a little bit less. My body becomes less tense. I knew I was safe. He would never allow anyone to hurt me. I just wish the world was that simple. But this world has never been kind enough to simply allow a father to protect his child, especially from all the horrors the world has to offer.

I laid in bed for a while afterwards. I don't remember falling asleep. Still, I opened my eyes and I was in that house. The moon was shining. Everyone hoped the older I got that the memories of that event would start to fade. I started to try to show signs that I was forgetting.