Legends ⤛ Legacies ⤜

And in the end, all I learned was how to be strong alone

Alone. It was such a constant word in Deyanira's life that she had gotten used to it by now. Or at least she believed that she did, but the cold grasp of isolation will seep into even the warmest people. It will chill their body and harden their heart to stone. You can tell yourself that you prefer being alone, and maybe you do, for a time. But eventually, your mind will unravel with no one there to keep it together. You will be forced to watch as everyone around you leaves because that is how life works. Everyone. Always. Leaves. 

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Deya walked through the halls of the Salvatore School on her way to the library. Penelope had claimed that she was having cramps that day but not before saying that Dr. Saltzman wanted to speak with her in the library. Deya was slightly nervous about what this conversation concerned, but she headed in that direction, nonetheless. 

"Hi, Dr. Saltzman." She approached from behind. He swirled around to face her and placed the book he was holding on the table. 

"Deya, hey."  He greeted as he turned to face her. 

"Um, Penelope told me you wanted to talk with me?" 

"Yeah, um, she told me you two practiced magic last night?" He asked for confirmation. Deya nodded confusedly, wondering where this was going. "She also said that you teleported?" He wondered; Deya nodded again. Dr. Saltzman sucked in a sharp breath. 

"Is something wrong with that?" Deya asked, concerned. 

"No, well, kind of." Deya raised her eyebrows in a signal for him to elaborate. "Witches can't teleport." He finally got out. 

"But then, how did I?" Dr. Saltzman looked at her cautiously before continuing. 

"Well, normal witches can't teleport. But after my talk with Penelope, I am beginning to think that you are more than that," 

"I don't understand," Deya stated.

"So, there was this coven of witches called the travelers." Dr. Saltzman began.

"That was the coven that Qetsiyah and Silas belonged to!" Deya blurted. "Sorry." 

"No, it's fine; how did you know that?" 

"Oh! I've been reading up on supernatural stuff," She bashfully admitted. Dr. Saltzman raised an eyebrow at that. It wasn't often that students willingly read about... well, anything. "Sorry, you were saying?" He cleared his throat and brushed his wandering thoughts aside.  

"Well, the travelers had a unique ability that no other witch could do... teleportation." Dr. Saltzman explained, looking at Deya with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Wait... I'm confused. The book I read said that the travelers were extinct?" Deya wondered as she looked up to him for confirmation. He had a somewhat resigned expression on his face. 

"They are. Or were. But it's the only explanation that makes sense, but to confirm, I'd like to take a blood sample to see what kind of magic you have." He explained as he picked the book back up. 

"Okay." She agreed. "When should I do that-"

"Dad!" The angry cry of one Lizzie Saltzman interrupted their conversation. They both turned to see Lizzie, Josie, and Hope standing by the stairs, Lizzie glaring at Dr. Saltzman. 

Alaric sighed profoundly and placed the book down once again. He turned to his daughters and Hope with a steely resolve, and Deya could already tell that the three girls were about to fight a losing battle. "I take it this is about the punishment you are receiving." He assumed correctly and turned away from them to keep walking.