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❝ we're so going to hell for this. ❞
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WE ALL HAVE GHOSTS HAUNTING US. We all have invisible scars that keep reminding us of the tragic pasts we have been forced to live. But you know what? Some of us are still out here living, doing our best, fighting every day to keep the monsters away. We are on the battlefield everyday and we fight.
You win some, you lose some. That is just how it goes. But you never, ever give up. Because when you give up, you let the demons win You let every bad thing that ever happened to you be for nothing. And it is so easy to just give up, but you can't. You can't give up. You keep fighting. With every breath, with every step. You keep fighting. And that is how you win.
"I know you are locked in battle. However deep in your mind our mother had set the stage, hear my voice. Our mother thinks she will win because she has left you alone. But you are not alone." Klaus promised. Whatever ghosts haunted his brother, he would always be there to ward them off. "Let me in. Let me help end whatever torment she has forced upon you."
Klaus stood next to the bed an unconscious Elijah occupied. He had fortunately been able to save his brother from their mother. He had unfortunately been able to wake his brother from dreamland. He took a deep breath before he tried to push his way through the mental barriers. He pushed so hard that blood began to leak from his nose before he was finally cast out completely. He gasped as he stumbled back into a solid body, making him whirl around in fright.
"What are you doing?" Enola wondered, steadying Klaus with firm hands on the shoulders.
"I'm trying to enter his thoughts to wake him," Klaus confessed. "Esther has locked me out."
Enola grabbed a tissue box off of the bedside table before moving back to Klaus. She took a soft cloth out of the rectangular box before wiping the blood off of his upper lip. She discarded the box on the bedside table before tossing the bloody tissue in the trash and moving over to the bed. She stared down at its occupant, immediately spotting strange markings on his neck. She reached out and moved the collar of his shirt out of the way.
"Is this rash a side effect of the witchy acid trip he's on?" Enola inquired.
"I haven't seen this since I was a child. Mikael would return home from battle more blindly temperamental than usual and our mother would use the petals of a rare Merlock orchid to put him to sleep. She would mend his mind with a spell and then wake him with the roots of the same plant. If she has access to it now, then maybe it also grows in the bayou." Klaus muttered thoughtfully. "You stay here with the wolves and mind the fort."
