Chapter 1

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A girl with long blonde hair was walking through the area. Her name was Ambrosia Mikaelson. The long-thought-dead daughter of Rebekah Mikaelson. She was young, despite decades having passed, she didn't look a day over seventeen. But she wasn't a vampire. On the contrary, she was a Werewitch. A witch and a werewolf.

After her birth, her grandfather Mikael abandoned her in a forest to die. To this day she still doesn't know what really happened. But she knew one thing, she knew who her family and her mother were. She knew that Rebekah Mikaelson was her mother and that she was a Mikaelson.

She grew up with Dahlia, something that haunted her forever. Since she never had a mother, she didn't know the feeling of love. The only person she had experienced love from was Freya Mikaelson. Your own aunt.

At some point she escaped from Dahlia and was on the run from then on. She fled from Dahlia. Ambrosia met a witch who helped her complete a powerful spell. So she freed herself from Dahlia's curse, which made her sleep for a year, and became completely immortal.

Although she was different from the other werewolves and could become a werewolf whenever she wanted, she had no control on full moon nights. She could run amok in either the form of a werewolf or her human form. In these moments she has no control over what she does. Then she would run amok as a witch herself. Her only advantage was that she couldn't die. Otherwise it would have been the end of her long ago.
But she is also trapped in her body, which will forever be seventeen. Externally always seventeen. Young and pretty.

She had been looking for her mother for decades. Until one day, Ambrosia finally found Rebekah.

Ambrosia got out of the car and walked towards the house where her mother was supposed to be. It was night when she looked into the window of a house. Her pleased smile disappeared faster than she could look. For she saw Rebekah with a child in her arms. A baby.

There was disappointment in her thoughts. Why? Had her mother already replaced her? She had been looking for her mother for so long. Just to see her with another child. This should be her. decades ago. Should she be the child in her mother's arms.

At that moment, she didn't know that this child, Hope Mikaelson, was her cousin. But inside she was tearing up. All she wanted all her life was her mother and now she lost her. Again.

Then she realized something, maybe it was her destiny not to have a mother. Forever cursed, on the run, suffering and looking for her family. She went back to the car, got in and drove away.

The only city she could think of was New Orleans. As she drove there, she shed a few tears of sadness and despair. Inside she felt herself breaking more and more.

Since she couldn't completely control her power and it was heavily controlled by her powers, they started going crazy. The lights in the area flickered.

As her fear grew, the lights suddenly exploded and sparks of light were everywhere. She noticed this and tried to calm herself down. Ambrosia convinced herself that she could do it. So she slowly calmed down and wiped away her tears.

After a few minutes she continued driving, aware that she needed friends to survive.
But who should she trust? Who could she trust with her secret? Was there even anyone who wouldn't betray her? Even her own family had already betrayed her, so who would deserve her trust?

So many questions and the answers lay with her. She should, no, she had to decide for herself who she trusted.

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Hi!

This was chapter 1, the fanfiction with the story of Ambrosia Mikaelson.

More will happen in the next chapters. But first thank you to everyone who reads this fanfiction.

Edits in English for this fanfiction and my others and all that will come can be found on my Tiktok account. It's linked to my account in my bio.

See you in the next chapters.

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