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MAEVE MIKAELSON has been given many different names and personas over the centuries but now here is the story of how the world learned who stood behind the mask. In this expose, for the firs...
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*WARNING: SLIGHTLY GRAPHIC DETAILS OF VIOLENCE*
MAEVE GASPED, her lungs filling with water.
She screamed and screamed until every chain came off and she was able to float to the top of the ocean.
She didn't let her head bob above the water, instead she swam as far as her lungs could take her.
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ELIJAH: Don't get too disgusted at her for this, promise me you won't?
ME: I promise.
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"Where's Maeve?" Rebekah asks as she follows her brothers out.
Finn looks back at her, his face lacking any form of expression, "dead."
Rebekah gasps, her feet stop moving as she processes the news. Niklaus yanks her forward, "if we don't go we are next! Run!"
She allows herself to be pulled after her grieving siblings as they run once more from a life they had built on their own.
They had taken the path behind their house, into the woods to avoid the civilians in the town.
The familiar trees quickly slipped away, and the dread set in. The same dreadful feeling they had felt before, it came when they didn't know where they were going.
Rebekah ran and ran but all she wanted to do was turn back around. She had to see Maeve's body, until then she wouldn't let herself believe the girl was dead.
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Maeve pulled herself out of the water, she coughed out the little bit that entered her lungs before she'd cast the spell.
Shaking, she slowly stood. Maeve pushed her hair away from her face as she looked around the beach. Her gaze lowered to her hands, she turned them over. Nothing looked different and yet everything had changed.
Her voice was hoarse, but no one else needed to hear nor understand her, "incendia," she whispered, holding out her hand.
A fire lit up before her and she gasped, startled she took two hurried steps back. She looked back at her hands, she stood there staring at them as the fire was blown out by the wind.
