[ THIS BOOK INCLUDES CRAPPY WRITING, PROCEED WITH CAUTION,
THE SECOND BOOK IS MUCH MORE DETAILED ]
━ 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
❛ bow before her ❜
in which the youngest mikaelson
sibling wakes up from a thousand-year
sleep, not remembering what happene...
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The Day After Yesterday
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LIFE WAS DIFFERENT. It had changed in over a course of just a few days. Athena had lost everything she had: her family and herself. When she and Rebekah drove Elena and Matt off the bridge, everything she had learned about evil disappeared.
The days she spent with her human siblings, running in their field, cooking with her mother and her sister, playing tag with her brothers. It was gone. The days she spent on the Other Side with Thomas, exploring the forest, getting to know one another. It was gone though she didn't remember. The days she spent reuniting with her siblings, crying, smiling, making jokes. It was gone. But the thing that hurt her the most? She had lost herself. When Matt and Elena went off the bridge, so did she.
From that moment forward she was no longer the youngest Mikaelson sibling. She was Athena Mikaelson, the Queen of Werewolves, the female Nyx. And she would waste no time in making people suffer for hurting her family. Athena wouldn't hesitate to kill. The only thing that kept her from killing Elena (who was in transition), was that her sister needed her. Rebekah was in shambles, just like her.
Klaus was gone. They had lost another sibling and the void it left was indescribable. Athena had cried herself to sleep, clutching onto Rebekah. She wanted to make them pay. But she was too broken, too hurt to do anything. All she wanted was her family together. Instead, they had fallen apart much more than they already had.
One thing that she would forever remember about her brother was his love for art. He had drawn her a few pictures. Athena had tucked away safely in her box of memories. The next day she had admired them. But then she found one lying on the table. It was fresh, and she concluded that he must have drawn it when she and Rebekah left him.
The picture was of her in a field of flowers. It was their field they played in as kids. Athena felt the tears sting her eyes and she sniffled, pushing them away. She set it down and sent the whole table flying into the wall.
Footsteps sounded behind her and she stood up straight, growling. "What could you possibly want?" Athena spun to look at Damon. Her lips curved up into a smirk to conceal her sadness. "Aw, have you come to ask me for help with precious Elena. Tragic. I knew she wouldn't last long. Especially with two brothers fighting over her." She turned her back to him. "Oh well, she'll die now anyway."
He flashed to her, holding the white oak stake. Athena predicted it so she flashed to the back of him, grabbing the dagger and then flashed him to the wall, holding him in a chokehold. She had dropped the stake in the process but didn't pay it any mind.
All of a sudden, someone began to fire wooden bullets through the window. The girl was shot in the heart and fell to the ground, temporarily dead. Damon flashed away just in time and was in the clear.
