centuries ↠ freya mikaelson (i)

FOUR : 1438

To my darling sister,

I've heard through the grapevine you're just a tiny bit closer to finding some way of bringing our brother Kol back, I wish you all the luck in the world in retrieving that information I'd like nothing more than to meet the final member of my long lost family.

In 1438 I came back, in the same southern France village, which had now grown into a small town, one of its first, one with a vineyard and liberal amounts of alcohol, something Posie had told me was a gift from the gods.

In 1438 Posie told me about her breakthrough with my siblings whereabouts, there had been rumours of entire villages in Germany that had been slaughtered in the dead of night, throats ripped out and blood everywhere.

No one was spared no man, woman or child, I had prayed that that this was not true, surely my so sought after and mythical siblings could not be cruel enough to murder children.

In 1438 Posie and myself travelled to Germany, unbeknownst to Dahlia, to see one of these massacred villages for ourselves and I was deeply relieved, yet saddened, to find out these killings weren't you.

Little did I know that these killings were to do with three people who were more closely connected to you than I could believe, names you probably wouldn't even recognise if wrote them down.

Lucien, Tristan and Aurora.

Posie knew of them, apparently she had had a short lived affair with the one called Lucien with the dark eyes and sure smile, the idea made me oddly jealous as this Lucien was spending time with Posie when I could not.

However, in 1438 I had discovered that despite her short flings and her 'poor' investigate skills (as we used to call them) Posie was there for me.

It had been three centuries since our initial meeting, I had thought that after one century she would grow bored, waiting for some she could only ever see for a year before they disappeared into an enchanted sleep again for a century or more.

Posie Snow kept to her promises, in that small, dead village, I had seen something in Posie's eyes that I had never seen in our aunts, that was remorse.

She had not caused this but she felt remorse for my pain, someone she scarcely knew but, yet, the person she knew better than anyone else in the world.

Someone who had accepted her when she was the ravenous beast back in 1187 and who had not threatened her despite the infamy of their last name.

Posie Snow, from that moment, was my family because, despite what Niklaus and Elijah think, family isn't always blood.

All my love, your older sister,
Freya xx