Aaron Salvatore and Hope Mikaelson. They were a force that should never be challenged. They were the best of friends since their dads were best friends. After Hope's dad died, Hope pushed everyone away. Except Aaron.
All Aaron had wanted was to fol...
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Not very long ago at all...
Hope and Josie went to go visit Lizzie at the witches retreat she was staying at, wanting to check up on her and her progress but ended up stumbling upon a brainwashed group of witches that were going to be used as part of a summoning spell that was going to being performed by a witch in exchange for her freedom.
And of course, Hope, Lizzie and Josie managed to almost stop the ritual. Almost. The witch managed to throw a large chalice full of Triad psychotropic drugs on them before sacrificing herself to complete the ritual. And now, the three were on the biggest mental trip of their lives.
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In outer space, a space craft was stationary in the vacuum of space as a large, menacing space craft came soaring towards the smaller space craft. In the smaller space craft, an alarm was going off as multiple troopers made their way quickly to the airlock door, armed with blasters. They all got into position, aiming their blasters at the door in anticipation before a long, thin, sharp blade was stabbed through the middle of the door, slicing upwards and creating a large spray of sparks and causing the door the open and steam to fall from the pipes above.
And emerging from behind the smoke, a tall figure wearing a black, alien-like helmet and black armour. And in their hand, a deadly blade. The troops began to fire at the enemy, who used their blade to deflect the blasts fired at them. And one by one, the figure took out the troops quickly, slicing them down and knocking them to the ground until they were all taken out. And around the corner, Lizzie stuck her head out, seeing the fight occur. "Oh, crap." Lizzie breathed out in shock.
The figure then turned their head to look at Lizzie, who quickly backed around the corner, rushing away. In another part of the ship, Josie stood in a doorway, watching troops rush past her with a calm expression on her face and weird, small device on her temple. Lizzie came rushing around the corner, bumping into her sister. "Josie!" Lizzie exclaimed in shock and relief before the two sisters looked each other over, seeing their other's appearance. "We're still tripping, aren't we?" Josie asked.
"As much as I'd love to debate the nature of our current reality, we need to get out of here. Lord Marshall is coming for our asses." Lizzie told her sister frantically. "Who's Lord Marshall?" Josie asked confused by everything going on. "The leader of the Galactic Dominion." Lizzie answered but Josie just looked even more confused. "So what's the fastest way off of this stupid space coffin?" Lizzie asked. "How should I know?" Josie asked.
