The youngest Mikaelson

𝒫𝓇ℴ𝓁ℴℊ𝓊ℯ; 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 1 - 𝒪𝒷ℯ𝓎

Prologue
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World is a cruel place where you have to do everything to survive. There is no such a thing as happiness and if it is, it doesn't last long. There is no such a thing as love. Love doesn't exist, and if it does, it's just a delusion. This miraculous, beautiful delusion that's saying 'I love you.' Love is here on this planet just for one reason; to break your heart in a half. Some people would do anything for love, to be loved, to love someone. But eventually, they get hurt. Despite the effort and care they put into it, they get hurt. Their heart aches, because their 'soul mate' betrayed them, because they broke their heart. They left them all alone in this wretched, cruel world, where they can't survive alone without them. The whole world is falling apart, because this one person left them. For what they should live if not for love, for them, the person they used to love so much that they would give them the world. They would take an arrow in a heart for them.

These people stop believe in love and become heartless. They don't care about anything and anyone. They put themselves before others and easily let the others die just to save their life. They don't see the world like they used to. It's not as colorful like it used to be. Now it's just grey, gloomy world without love and happiness. There is just spite, hatred and viciousness in their heart.

Despite this, there is somewhere at least one person they care about. Even if they don't want to admit it. This person can bring back light into their hearts, the joy, colors to their world. And when it happens, the person can be happy again, can believe in love again, perceive oneself. Life has a purpose once again...

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Act 1

1000 A.D.

Chapter 1 – Obey
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Nature, forest, green, blue. I loved that all. I loved forest, the fresh air in there, the herbs I collected with my mother, who used them for her healing ointments and potions. Well, they weren't exactly potions, but that's what I called them. Because when mother was making one, it looked like it. All those venomous colors, vapors and smoke, which was white and dense, like a fog in the morning after a storm.

I loved flowers that grew there. There were big ones and the little ones too. Some were yellow and some purple or pink or orange. They had
a millions of colors. Some of them had thorns to protect themselves. Some of them were even poisonous.

I loved trees, which were high enough to touch the blue sky with white, fluffy, wispy clouds. I loved to hear birds' voices, their songs spreading throughout the forest among the burly oaks, beeches, spruces and pines and the bushes.

"Eliza! Come on now, we have everything we needed," my mother Esther called to me. I picked up my basket full of herbs and some berries, and caught up with her.

We were walking through the forest, heading back to our village. As my feet were landing on the ground, I could hear leaves and needles rustling under my weight with every step I made. I was humming to the rhythm of birds' chattering and running around ahead of my mother, spinning and dancing to the tune with a basket in my hand, until my legs got tangled up. I tripped and fell to the ground. The contents of the basket poured out.
I changed my position and sat on my knees, laughing along with my mother and picking up the herbs and placing them back into the basket. When mom caught up with me, she helped me return them back into the basket and then we continued in our way.