The Causes Of Destiny - Elijah Mikaelson

Chapter Ten: The Vision

Lily's sleep was restless, her dreams shifting from one haunting image to another. The air was thick, heavy with a tension she could almost feel in her bones. She was in New Orleans, but it wasn't the city she knew—it was darker, cloaked in shadows that seemed alive.

In the heart of her vision, she found herself standing in a grand room adorned with flickering candles, their warm light casting eerie shapes across the walls. She heard voices, some distant, others sharp and panicked. The air was filled with anger, fear, and something else—an impending sense of doom.

Her heart pounded as she realized she wasn't alone. Figures appeared, their faces flickering in and out of the darkness. She saw Elijah standing across the room, his face set with determination, and beside him stood Klaus, his expression filled with both fury and desperation. She strained to hear their words, but the voices echoed around her, distant and jumbled.

Then, out of the shadows stepped a new figure—an older man with a cruel smile and an air of authority. His face was unfamiliar, but his power was unmistakable. He looked at Klaus with a twisted satisfaction, like a predator who had just caught his prey. Lily felt the weight of his gaze turn to her, his eyes cold and piercing. She shivered, though she knew this man couldn't truly see her.

Images flashed before her in quick succession—fights erupting across the room, Klaus throwing himself against this powerful stranger, the faces of people she didn't know contorted with pain and anger. She saw bodies falling, blood spilling across the floor, and the feeling of helplessness grew within her. She wanted to call out to Elijah, to warn him, but her voice remained silent, trapped within the dream.

Suddenly, she was outside, watching as figures moved through the streets of New Orleans, lost in a world of violence and betrayal. The streets felt colder, emptier. She caught sight of a witch, her face familiar—Genevieve. The woman seemed to be preparing something, her hands moving through the air with practiced intent, a dark spell forming in the space between her fingers.

Just as suddenly, a piercing scream echoed in her ears, and she felt a jolt of pain race through her body. Her vision blurred, but one last image remained—a child, small and fragile, lying in a crib as the world erupted around her.

The sense of loss and despair was overwhelming, and Lily's heart ached as she stared at the child. She knew, somehow, that this child was at the center of everything. This innocent, defenseless soul was the reason behind the chaos, the wars, the betrayals. And as she reached out, desperate to shield the child from harm, the dream shattered.

Lily jolted awake, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. She was back in her room, safe and sound, but the images from her dream lingered. She could still feel the weight of that powerful man's gaze, still hear the echo of Genevieve's spell, still see the child's tiny face.

She rubbed her eyes, feeling the strange sense of foreboding settle into her. The dream had felt too vivid, too real. She glanced at the window, where the first light of dawn was beginning to creep into the room. A sinking feeling in her stomach told her that what she had seen wasn't just a nightmare—it was a warning.

Her mind raced as she tried to piece it together. Elijah. Klaus. The dangerous stranger. The child. She didn't fully understand what any of it meant, but she knew she couldn't ignore it.