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FANTASY. xxiii. alive and kicking ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
OVER THE TIME, AMELIA had only heard of the Mikaelson brothers through the incessant mutters around the streets. There were rumors everywhere, people just pulling things out of their butts with no sympathy toward the siblings due to the disastrous reign they'd taken on the city. Some would say that the brothers never actually cared for the deceased children, while there were others merely anticipating the moves they'd make once they were to come out of hiding. There wasn't a whole lot of pity flowing the Mikaelsons' way, there hadn't been for a while; they were the talk of the town for about a week or so, and then it was suddenly as if the family had ceased to exist.
But, they hadn't been there to witness the events that unfolded behind closed doors. They weren't there to experience the days and nights of the silent sobs; they weren't left to merely watch as their loved one broke down piece by piece; they didn't face the numerous, heartbreaking moments when one realizes that nothing they could say or do would help to save their loved one from being devoured by their own hidden demons.
It was something that the Mikaelson brothers, Moira, and Hayley had gone through – each one by their lonesome. And all along, Amelia had been the only one to serve as a first hand witness, forced to watch as her sister slowly drowned in her own sea of sadness. So, she knew for a fact that the ignorant, insensitive rumors were a lie.
The place had only ever been described to her by Moira. Never had Amelia stepped foot on the property, nor did she ever intend to. But, then again, she never needed to either. However, due to the concerningly recurring image of her baby sister waltzing into their apartment covered to the brim in blood, Amelia felt a talk with the brothers was necessary at the moment.
It was a desperate move, sure, because she was turning into a desperate girl. She'd never witnessed Moira act so cold, closed off and so far from reach. It scared her to think that through all the time she'd been gone that Moira had turned into someone completely different. Amelia hoped with everything in her that it wasn't something permanent – that it was just a temporary stage in Moira's complex process of grief.
"Hello?" Amelia shouted, scouring the courtyard of the compound. There were a few small tables scattered about, along with its designated pair of chairs. A stone, seemingly ancient like everything else around the place, fountain stood in the midst. Nothing squirted from its spouts, the pool below just as empty as its surroundings. The place was entirely deserted, no sign of life.
"Whoever you are," A startled gasp erupted from the girl as she whipped her head to meet the eyes of another, a man in a neatly pressed suit. "I strongly suggest you find your way out and off of this property. I suppose you haven't heard, but we aren't particularly up for hosting guests at the moment."
