1919 | Elijah Mikaelson

one

Seraphina

"I don't see why I am unable to train to be a warrior!" I complained stomping my foot on the ground.

The first memory I have ever had was me wielding a sword.

I wasn't born a witch like my mother, and my father always worried about my safety. Because of his worries, he ensured that I knew how to wield a weapon before I knew how to speak.

"There is no such thing as a female warrior, you know this." My father said sternly.

"Then why did you give me a sword?" I asked.

He sighed. I know he tires of having this fight with me every day but it just isn't fair and he knows that.

"Fine." I conceded.

He nodded his head before walking away from me.

I watch as men and their sons all walk to go train together. I am just as good as any of them with the sword, and I am even better than them with a bow and arrow.

To say that I am jealous would be an understatement.

I deserve to be out there with them, I've trained more than their sons have. Harder than their sons have, but since I am a girl they treat me as if I don't belong with them.

One day I will show them that I am better than they are.

-

"You don't get tired of hiding away?"

I look to see Marcel staring at me through the mirror.

I rolled my eyes and ignored his question. "Have you run him out of New Orleans yet?" I asked before turning around and leaning on the vanity.

"You still can't mention them by name?" He asked with a chuckle.

Marcel has taken their abandonment of us a hell of a lot better than I have. Fifty years of therapy, four therapists and I still have yet to overcome all the hurt from so long ago.

"Don't pick on me Marcel," I warned before stepping away.

He beamed at me before sitting on the couch.

"Have you eaten yet today?" I asked as I stepped into my kitchen.

"No."

"Go sit at the dining table."

"I can't stay for long, I don't know what Klaus is up to."

I let out a small groan. "You're starting to sound like him." I glanced back at him. "Paranoia doesn't look good on you."

I returned my focus to the food in front of me.

Meal prepping has always been an essential part of my life.

I not only have to make sure that I am taking proper care of myself, but I also have to do the same for Marcel. As well as the people Marcel cares for. He is too busy being king of the city that he forgets to do all of the basic essential things.