Chapter One: The Story of How it Began

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"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye" - Antoine de Saint-Exupery





Nick turned towards the man lying on the floor of his loft. The man broke in with twenty others with orders to kill. That was why Nick was so ready to take the ax he wielded and plunge it through the guy's skull.

Nick didn't hesitate, but it didn't matter. The man on the ground picked up a gun from one of the fallen soldiers and shot Nick in the chest. Four times was enough to stop Nick's heart, and the magic stick couldn't bring people back the dead. It was over. Nick fell to the ground.

He was dead.





Adalind was terrified that something was going to happen to Nick. And if something did happen to him, it would be her fault.

She was panicked, but she already had Diana warn Nick, and there wasn't anything else she could do.

She could have asked Diana to kill the Black Claw agents, but what kind of mother would that make her?

She went to bed with Diana and stayed with her the whole night to settle her own nerves and to also keep Diana from playing with her dolls.





Trubel was down in the tunnel with Eve or Juliette or something. No one had any idea what or who she was anymore.

"Why haven't they come down here yet?" Trubel said anxiously.

"Nick held them off well. It probably won't be long. They'll come," Eve said, trying to pull herself together. "I should have helped Nick."

Was she feeling guilty? That was weird...

Trubel didn't care anymore. She was a strange combination of heartbroken and pissed off. "He's not dead!" she shouted in Eve's face.

"You know better than to lie to yourself, Trubel. Denying the truth could hurt our friends. I'm sorry about Nick," Eve responded in a sincere and languished way.

"When have you ever felt sorry for anything you've done?!" Trubel yelled, getting to her feet. "I can't do this!" Trubel started climbing the ladder.

"Trubel, don't!" Eve begged. "Please." Eve slowly and unsteadily rose to her feet, too.

Trubel could tell that Eve truly wanted her to stay.

"I don't know who you are, but I'm not going to let you stop me," Trubel began. "I'm not going to let Nick die alone. We are his friends, and he deserves more than that. I'm going." Trubel looked down at the worried face of someone who looked very familiar. "I wish I had said this before when I took Josh home..." Trubel's voice cracked, "Goodbye, Juliette."

Trubel hurried her way up the ladder. The adrenaline was making her shake from head to toe. She was terrified that she would be too late, and as she ran, she felt like she was running out of time.

She climbed the second ladder after a sprint through the small hallway and slowed her breathing before stealthily and quietly opening the door to the loft.

She saw a man, his back towards her, laughing while looking at something that Trubel didn't want to believe. Something she couldn't believe. Nick was on the ground in a pool of blood. Trubel could hear and see from the distance that he wasn't breathing. Trubel slammed the loft door shut behind her while simultaneously snarling, "You son of a bitch!"

The man turned towards her, but she was on him so fast he hardly had the chance to woge. She ripped the gun out of his hand, threw it across the room, and pulled his face really close to hers so he could see the murderous expression in her black, Grimm eyes. She pulled a knife out of her boot and stabbed him in the heart without hesitating. "I'll see you in hell," she growled. She threw him away from her and sent him flying with a kick to the chest. She wanted it to hurt. His death would have taken so much longer if Trubel didn't think that there was a way to help Nick. She wasn't giving up. She wouldn't.

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