Wynter never thought she would die young, yet when she did she found her life only then truly began.
Soon she finds herself in a state of limbo being offered the chance to be reborn. reborn that is into a different universe, with powers and soul mat...
SUMMER YEAR 1 QUARRY OUTSIDE ATLANTA GEORGIA WYNTER'S POV:
I was standing outside near the edge, looking down at the water. We had made sure that we only had boundary spells as an alert to people and the dead. Each of my mates, Jeremy, Tom, Jordan and I had one. They would tingle at the living and lightly shock at the dead.
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We listened to what news there was and monitored what military communication there was as well in my RV. When we heard they were sending jets to bomb the city. Derek and Paul went to the highway to find those that were meant to be here. As the cars pulled up Shane tried to take charge, he was trying to tell people where to set up and who got to sleep where and in what. I arched a brow looking to my mates. "I think that is quite enough out of you." My accent really singing through at my annoyance. "Oh and who are you to stop me?"he asked. I looked to everyone gathered, "I am Wynter Black-Mikaelson. This is my quarry, as in I own it. I am the one who sent Paul and Derek to bring you here. I am the one being kind enough to open a contained space with supplies to you all. I am the leader of this camp period. If you don't like it then the highway is that way and I wish you luck. If you have no problem then welcome. Now any problems?" No one said anything. Most were just happy to have a place. Shane was pissed though and glared but Lori talked him down. "Good. Now then Deputy Jordan Parrish here will take everyone to a tent. Each tent has cots sleeping bags and three boxes of various supplies. They are yours once the tent is claimed. Families get the bugger tents as well as extra boxes of supplies. Jeremy Gilbert here is ready to help set up a guard rotation detail those who are able see him. If enough people do not volunteer you will be drafted to it. Tom Guant-Black here is ready to help write up a list of what chores you are willing to help with around camp. The only ones exempt from either are the children. Those I will be offering classes to every other day for 1 hours. They will spend time on learning basic skills of survival. Any adults that wish to join the camp may as well. Now I have food stores that well be opened 3 times a day for those who handle the cooking, the food stores are for communal meals only. The supplies you were given hold snacks. Do not waste them. They will not be resupplied if you are. Any other food you are welcome to search for or hunt. Niklaus Mikaelson-Black and Paul Lahote-Mikealson-Black will be organizing hunting parties. Derek Hale-Mikaelson-Black and Damon Salvatore-Miklaeson-Black will be in charge of setting up scavenging trips into the city." I then looked to Dale's RV. "Who owns the RV?" "That would be me. I'm Dale Horvath." He said offering his hand to me. I smile brightly to him, " A pleasure to meet you Dale. Would you mind terribly if I asked you to park it along there about 5 -10 feet from the edge? If not then would it be a bother to use the top as a sort of lookout? I have chairs and umbrellas that can be used for it." My smile must have been too bright again, as he sort of blinked and stared at me. I heard Damon hum another one bites the dust. Finally he shook himself a bit and nodded "yes of course I can do that." "Wonderful. If you need anything let me know. I will also send a couple of boxes of supplies to you as well."
