𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗞 | 𝗸. 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗟𝗢𝗧
"Are the dreams back?"

NYRA FORBES had been having strange dreams since she was old enough to remember. From strangers with the same colour hair as her own, to the same unusually coloured eyes, Nyra felt connected to these unknown people. But as she aged, the dreams became stranger. She was introduced to the world of dragons before she even knew what they were and the names she would come out with, it concerned Nyra's mother and father. The names such as Syrax or Caraxes or even the strangest of all Balerion, they knew that children had overactive imaginations but this was something completely different.

Liz and Bill brought Nyra to the best therapist that they could afford and they came to the conclusion that Nyra was an incredibly bright young child with an overactive imagination. It was said to be nothing to worry about and that she would grow out of these dreams, yet Nyra never did. These dreams continued up until the current time, where she was now 16 years old and in high school. Nyra was smarter now and she knew that by telling her mother, or even Caroline, about these dreams would earn her a ticket back to the therapist's office and she did not want to go about there.

So, Nyra kept it quiet.

She kept it all a secret, even though she wanted to tell Caroline all about these dreams filled with dragons, wolves, a big chair made from thousands of melted swords that were forged from the breath of a dragon, but would Caroline believe her? Her sister could be a tad... judgemental, even if she didn't mean to be, it was just who Caroline was. It was just like how Nyra was strong willed, and she didn't like taking orders from anyone... she couldn't help it.

However, because she was keeping all of this bottled up inside, Nyra was exhausted.

So, it wasn't a surprising sight to see the young blonde yawning at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee in her right hand with her chin resting on the heel of her left palm. Liz Forbes was used to seeing her youngest daughter with exhaustion in her eyes, and she hated it. Even when she was a young child, Nyra would walk around Mystic Falls as if she had years of life experience already under her belt. Many would compare her to an older woman and not the young child that she was, because there was a glint in her eyes that they hadn't seen in a child before; a look that said she had seen things and had lost so many.

"...Nyra? Sweetheart?"

Nyra hummed as she glanced upwards, noticing the worried glint in her mother's eyes. It was a common sight to see, especially when it concerned Nyra Forbes.

"What's up?" She mumbled tiredly, suppressing a yawn.

"You haven't been sleeping, have you?"

There was no point in trying to lie to her mother. Liz Forbes had a way of seeing through her youngest daughter in a way that she couldn't with Caroline. Caroline was known as a, "daddy's girl," but Nyra was definitely a, "mama's girl".

She sighed. "I'm trying, I really am, mum."

"Are the dreams back?" Liz questioned worriedly.

Nyra looked up in a panic. "No! No, they're not. It's just... the heat. The heat is unbearable and it's making it hard to sleep."

That was a lie and Nyra and Liz both knew it. Nyra was known to always run hot. She loved scalding hot showers and baths, burning hot coffee never bothered her and she enjoyed sleeping with tons of blankets on top of her. Liz wasn't sure what Nyra's biological parents were like, but she guessed that one of them also enjoyed the heat as much as Nyra did.

However, if Nyra didn't wish to tell her just yet, Liz wouldn't push. She knew that if she continued to push and push, Nyra would become defensive and shut down.

Liz pressed a gentle kiss to Nyra's forehead. "Ok, sweetheart."

Caroline then rushed into the kitchen in a hurry, desperate for her flask of coffee to get her through the morning. She was much like Nyra in that way. In fact, if you weren't told, you would believe that Caroline and Nyra were full blooded siblings. They had similar shades of hair ( yet Nyra's was similar to platinum blonde ), they were both slightly tall with a slim figure, they both had pale skin, and their eyes were light ( but if you looked closely, Nyra's eyes were a light amethyst ).

"It's over there." Nyra pointed to the kitchen counter, where Caroline's flask was filled to the brim with steaming hot coffee.

Caroline smiled brightly as she grabbed the flask and took a sip of the scalding hot liquid. It burnt her tongue as she took a drink, but it was a worthy price to pay for the liquid gold.

Caroline pressed a soft kiss to Nyra's hairline. "You, my little sister, are my saving grace."

Nyra smirked as she finished her first cup of coffee of the day. She stood from her seat and placed the mug in the sink, knowing that she would wash it once she got home.

She turned to smirk at her sister. "I know. What would you do without me?"

"Crash and burn."

Liz smiled as she glanced between her two daughters— her pride and joy. Without them, her life would be worthless. Without them... Hell, Liz couldn't imagine her life without them and she didn't want to.

The Sheriff looked at the clock on the wall. "Shouldn't you both be getting to school?"

Caroline cursed under her breath and rushed out of the kitchen, a quick yell to Nyra that she would be in the car and for her to hurry up. Liz sighed as Caroline ran past her without so much as a goodbye. It had been like that between them for quite some time, especially after the divorce. However, Nyra always made sure to say goodbye to her mother, especially after those dreams of Aemma, and what had happened to her... and she didn't even get to say goodbye.

Nyra gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later."

"I love you, little dragon."

Nyra smiled. "I love you, too, mama."

With that, Nyra grabbed her bag and rushed out of her home.