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⚜️⚡974 AD⚡⚜️
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A witch lived in the middle of the woods.
Even as snow fell, leaving trees barren of leaves, her small hut was thriving.
Smoke billowed from the small chimney, a perfect ring of lush summers grass protected the small home.
"Dahlia..."
Her hair was as dark as the starless sky, and eyes the colour of roasted chestnuts. Her rough palms were sticky with her own blood, clutching a human skull. And her youthful face etched with concentration, as chants left her lips, increasing the dancing flames around her
Candles that were snuffed out by the winds bitter chill, brought by, "Esther"
"Systir."
Rebekah looked to her mother, "we had an aunt?"
"She most probably perished in the plague, the one that took Freya" Elijah reasoned. Only to frown at Kol's scoff
Esther's eyes were sad, kneeling down next to her. "I've come to beg for your help."
"What for?"
"You know I have always longed for children of my own—"
"Then go." She spat with visceral, causing the bitter wind to spin deadlier around the pair of them. "Have your Viking children"
"10 moon turns, and my belly has yet to swell." Esther's voice wobbled, "I fear I am cursed."
"She probably did," Kol muttered callously, fetching himself a drink. Thank the Gods for Niklaus' need to put a wet bar into every room in the house
"You come to me, needing favours?" Dahlia rose to her feet, and the earth trembled, "If you hadn't abandoned your talents, you could help yourself"
"I was never as strong as you, I know that!" Esther gripped Dahlia's hands, "Just as I know, you will not turn me away. You are my sister, and whatever our quarrels, we are bound by blood."
After a pregnant pause, the ground stilled, the air warmed, and Dahlia warned, "what you ask of me, it requires heavy sacrifice."
Esther nodded rapidly, "I will do whatever you ask!"
"That..." Bena said sardonically. "That doesn't bode well"
Dahlia's face softened noticing the tears in her sisters summer sky blue eyes, takes her face in her hands. "You are correct my precious little Esther; I can never refuse you"
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⚜️⚡979 AD⚡️⚜️
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"Freya," Dahlia held out her hand out for the girl to take hold of, "frænka. Come"
"See!"
"I need a drink," Hermione muttered, rubbing her forehead as to stave off a headache
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