𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄, ERIK LEHNSHERR

𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑬

| 1947 |

It was a mystery. A mystery how a calming evening at the dining table with the breeze flowing in from the open doors and windows while fresh food was displayed on top of their dinner plates escalated to the mansion going up in flames.

The gold and white interior, burned. All of the furniture, burned. The family portraits, burned. The family heirlooms, burned. And the most prized possession of them all, the family, torn apart.

Their home that had been built years ago, having held various family members, gone. Burned. Flames danced high in the sky like they were being painted into the finest piece of art worth a Million in cash. It was gold, but now that gold had melted into a fine ash.

The memories, though small and delicate, were now forgotten as the head of the household crouched over the unresponsive woman known as his wife, the mother to his abomination of children who stood watching in horror at the scene.

It all happened too fast for the twins. Tears rolled down both of their scarred cheeks while distant yells and screams erupted from the man in front of them.

Dead. Their mother was dead. Because of them.

"Mama," The teenage girl breathed, reaching out to grasp the woman as she fell to her knees. She felt the little girl inside of her resurface as she stared at her mother's face. It took her back to when she would compliment on how beautiful she was, only to receive the words back in a much more unique way.

Her mother always said they looked alike despite their difference in hair color. It was a shocking moment when the twins came out with snow-colored hair. No one in their family line had that gene, which confused the two parents.

Now, as the girl begged for her mother's life back, anguish and despair took over her. She let out horrifying screams as her mind replayed the scene of when everything went astray, leading them to this moment in time.

She wasn't surprised when her brother kneeled next to her, taking her into his side as their father overlooked them. They knew what was coming and it was only a matter of time before it happened.

"Mama." She cried out, clutching the woman's hand and burying her face into her chest, hoping to hear a heartbeat only if it were a faint one.

Hope was a funny little thing. Meaning expectation and desire for something, add trust in there and you're all set. But there's always a negative side to things like Hope. It was a Wish if you would.

But, the deed was already done and no one could reverse it and stop it from happening and ending in the situation they were in now.

Being pulled back by a force, she glanced up and only now realized the yells directed at the two children. Anger, Despair, Rage, Hatred, Fear, they were all forging into the words their father screamed at them with.

No children of mine! Disgraceful. Cursed. Useless. Disappointment. Shameful. Obscenity. Atrocity. Freaks. Abomination.

They were words they never thought they'd fear coming from the mouth that had raised them. The two were too worn out to fight back, only filled with grief that mixed with the adrenaline of the disastrous scene.

"Kara, we need to go. Before someone finds us. Come on, Kara, we can't stay here anymore." Klaus, her twin brother, muttered over the raging fire.