PERIPETEIA
[per-uh-peh-tahy-uh] • GREEK
(n.) sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances; the point of no return.
While entangled in a plot to save New Orleans, and more importantly her sister, Georgia Claire finds herself under the careful supe...
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Elijah was still sat upon Davina's bed, fiddling around with Tim's violin as she packed her suitcase. "So, enlighten me. What did you mean when you said you had to die?"
"That's what the Harvest was. They said they'd put us four girls in a state of, like, peaceful limbo as part of the offering. And then later, at the Reaping, we'd awaken and be reborn. I never got as far as the limbo part, which means the Harvest isn't complete. That's why the witches are so freaked out. The Reaping is just around the corner, and if they don't finish it before then, it's over. All I have to do is wait it out."
"And then what?" Elijah set the violin down, looking up at her.
"They're punished, and I'm free." Davina stopped, looking at the original.
"From Marcel?" He questioned.
"Of magic. All our power will drain away. I'll be normal." A faint smile fell upon her face as she packed.
Elijah raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want? To be normal?"
"I just don't wanna be what I am. I can't control it sometimes. Magic. I..." her eyes welled with tears as she spoke. "...hurt people. Even when I don't mean to."
"There must be people that understand that that is not your intention Davina.. what about your friends and family?"
"There's Tim. He doesn't know about any of this witch stuff. He's normal." She smiled despite the tears rolling down her face. "My sister was always good at controlling it, but she was always good at everything. The only thing she failed at was getting me away from all this, but she tried her best. She fought for me"
"I didn't know you had a sister" Elijah raised an eyebrow inquisitively, urging her to go on.
"Last I heard she had pretty much been exiled. I can't see her, Marcel says it's the only way to keep me safe. I always wanted to be just like Georgia but I suppose all younger sisters wa-"
"Georgia?" His interest was peaked.
Davina nodded. "Do you know her?"
Elijah nodded, smirking. "I once had a conversation with her about troublesome siblings but I never could have guessed this is what she meant"
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"So, this Harvest thingy - tell me more." Rebekah questioned as the trio made their way through the woods of the bayou.
"Klaus already blew up at me today and I don't want a repeat of that."
"Yes. He also said to stay out of the bayou and yet here we are, amongst the crawly, buzzy creatures." Rebekah smirked as Georgia simply rolled her eyes.
"We're here" Hayley spoke up. Georgia was surprised that the smell hadn't alerted them earlier, she tried her best to ignore the putrid scent as she knelt to the ground, searching in her bag for the ingredients needed to consecrate the bodies.
