Secret \\ The originals

01

Tenth Century

I smiled softly to myself as I watched Niklaus and Elijah battle each other; with shimmering swords, yet again, in the middle of our tiny village.
It was something they both did daily - although Mikael, their father did not approve of sword play, being used for 'fun'.

I continued on walking past the two brothers, towards mine and my parents little hut. It would be nice to have a bigger home, but it wasn't needed.

As I entered, the silence wrapped around me like a comforting blanket.    I softly released my grip on the basket I was carrying. It contained numerous herbs, and random greens asked for by my mother.

"Mother?" I called, in a low hum as she was not in viewed sight. "I am back, and have retrieved the things you wished for " I spoke softly, my natural curls bouncing as I walked.

Humming a melody to myself, I Spotted my father getting ready to leave the little home. He usually was away, of course I was made to understand why. He said it was because we needed to survive, but still it would be nice to see more of him.

"Father" I spoke louder smiling, as he made his way over to me.
"Darling,"
he kissed my forehead before beginning to leave again. When the question arose in my head, as quick as it did before.

"Where is mother?" I asked quickly just before he shut the door
"With Esther" he answered smiling one last time, as he shut the door lightly behind him.

I frowned. How was I not allowed to enter the Mikaelsons home yet my mother is ? It does not seem fair, but I suppose nothing here is.

I was forbidden to go inside their home, but strangely I wasn't forbidden from speaking and becoming friends with them. I probably would've befriended them eventually, forbidden or not.

I placed the basket full of leaves on my mothers table and made my way over to my room. It was tucked away in a corner dashed in the shadows, as if I was meant not to be seen. Most of the time I believe that to be true, my family rarely wanted to see me; I felt like a prisoner most days, but I suppose I was one.

I slumped down onto my grey and green cot, and began to make shapes in the air with magic. I wasn't suppose to practice it though. My mother fears of me being in power of something, like in someway me having control is dangerous.
So whenever I am, or slowly am becoming, she takes away the memories, or tries to.
Of corse I only know this because of the countless times I've had to act as if I forgot. For my mother is a grand witch, I've seen her in action- and Esther always asks for her help; but for some reason her spells fade when used on me.

I chuckled aloud, on accident and covered my mouth right after.

Before a knock made me jump and make my way towards our front door, which could easily be knocked down.
I dusted off my dress as I opened it, wanting to look presentable.
After all, I always told how others perceive you matters eventually.

As I swung the door open fully, it revealed a smiling Kol.
"Hello darling," he smiled a bit wider, nodding his head in what I assumed to be acknowledgement.

I smiled back, politely.
"Hello Kol" I greeted starring at the ground, far beyond his head.
"Is your mother here ?" He asked placing his hands behind his back, like a gentlemen.