Legacies: The Mikaelson twins

7. The Centennial Chance: A Family Restored

Freya descended the stairs with a calm yet purposeful stride, her gaze unwavering as she addressed her siblings. "Sister, brother," she began, her voice steady but laced with the weight of her words. Her eyes flicked between Rebekah and Kol as she spoke, each word deliberate. "I've obtained Hope and Alec's blood. We can bring back Hayley, Klaus, Elijah, and Finn. All that's left is to combine it with our own."

She paused, her expression softening slightly as she added, "I also have Sage's personal belongings—her essence—to restore her. I know Finn has always despised his transformation. He never wanted to live as a vampire, burdened by the bloodlust and the violence that came with it. But with Sage by his side, perhaps he'll find the peace he's been searching for. Maybe she can help him come to terms with what he's become."

Freya's gaze intensified as she continued. "But none of this can work without channeling your energy, Rebekah, Kol, and Marcel. We need to unlock the power this requires."

Davina's voice broke through the room, her concern palpable. "Freya, are you certain this is what you want? This will demand immense power—from you, from Vincent, and from me," she asked, her gaze scanning Freya's face for any trace of hesitation.

Freya didn't waver. Her resolve was ironclad. "Yes," she replied firmly. "I have no choice. I can't let Hope and Alec grow up without their parents and uncle. I miss our brothers, and I miss Hayley. I need our family back together."

She met their gazes with quiet determination. "We have three days—three days until the centennial blue moon rises. It occurs only once every 100 years, and that is when we'll have the power we need. We must do it on Friday night."

Rebekah, who had been quietly absorbing Freya's words, stepped forward, her gaze sharp with concern. "This is a dangerous path, Freya. We're talking about magic that could cost us everything. Are you prepared for what might happen?"

Freya met her sister's gaze with quiet but resolute determination. "I am prepared," she replied. "But there's something crucial you need to understand."

She exhaled deeply before continuing, her voice steady and sure. "Because we are performing this ritual during the centennial blue moon, it won't come at the usual cost. The alignment of this rare event with the mystical ley lines will amplify the potency of our magic. This rare moon creates a balance—a bridge between life and death, between the realms of magic and the natural world."

Freya's gaze grew even more focused. "The moon's power will stabilize the energies we need, balancing the forces at play and allowing the resurrection to happen without draining us. The ley lines, perfectly aligned, will channel the energy required to bring them back without costing us what we would normally lose. This time, we're not fighting the magic—we're harnessing it."

She paused, letting the weight of the moment settle in the room. "We have an opportunity here, one that can bring our family back together without the price we've had to pay in the past. We need to act quickly, before the window closes."