The Owl Gilbert

3:8: The Story Of The Originals

I'm walking with Dad through a tunnel in the old Lockwood Cellar, holding my flashlight in my right hand. "So, the Lockwoods really have no idea that these tunnels are underneath their property?" I ask. "Careful where you shine that thing. Bats hate the light." He says and walks past me, as I stop. "Wait. What?" I ask. "Adam." I hear a whisper and turn around, shining my flashlight at Damon as he has his hands up. "Boo!" He exclaims, as I gasp, and slap his arm. "God, Damon." I say. "Scaredy owl. And to think you're not afraid of Klaus." He says, smiling. "I'm not." I say. "Just ignore him. That's what I do." Dad says as I look at him and nod, and back to Damon. "So you really can't get in?" I ask and he shakes his head. "No. Seems even the ancient Lockwoods were anti-vampire." He says and walks past me as I look at him. "What do you mean, ancient?" I ask and he gestures me forward with his right hand. "See for yourself." He says and we walk through the caves more. "Well, this is as far as I get to go." He says and I walk past him, into the chamber with Dad and shine my flashlight against the wall, seeing a bunch of drawings. "What is all this?" I ask. "Well, as far as I can tell, it's a story. In simple, archaeological terms, it's a really, really old story. That right there, is the moon cycle." He says, shining at the pictures of the moons. "A man, a wolf." He says, shining his flashlight at the wolf and so do I. "A werewolf." I say. "Yeah, it's the Lockwood Journals, Pictionary Style." Damon says. "I don't understand." I say and put my flashlight down, and look at Alaric. "I thought the Lockwoods came here with the Original Founders in the eighteen sixties." I say. "I don't know. Maybe the Lockwoods did, but according to this wall, these werewolves have been here a lot longer than that." He says, shining his flashlight in his right hand at the wall. "How long?" I ask. "Long. It gets better. Show him, Ric." Damon says and I look behind me, and Dad walks past me, showing more carvings. Five of them. "Names. They're not native. They're written in Runic, a Viking script." He says. "Vikings? As in.." I say and he shines his flashlight at a name. "This name here, I translated it and it reads.." He says and looks at me. "Niklaus." He says. "Klaus." I say and he looks back at the wall. "And Elijah.." He says, shining at another name. "And Rebekah." He says, shining at another.

"These are the names of the Original Family?" I ask. "Carved into a cave that's. That's been here since way before the founding of Mystic Falls. Or even the entire New World, for that matter." Dad says, looking at me. "Ok, this has gotta be one of Klaus' fakes." I say. "That's what I said." Damon says and Dad turns back to the names, shining his flashlight at another name. "That could be true, except the last name up here made us think otherwise." He says. "Mikael." I say, and he looks at me. "You read Runic?" Dad and Damon both ask at the same time. "Yes. Mikael, as in the Vampire Hunter who knows how to kill Klaus?" I ask. "Yep. And I like to call him, Papa Original." Damon says. "There's also two more names up there. Kol and Finn." I say, shining my flashlight at the other two names. "Maybe you should teach my History class." Dad says, sarcastically.

Dad, Damon, and I are at Dad's place as Damon is helping me with my combat training. "These images tell a story. To learn the story, you have to decipher these images." Dad says and Damon grabs my right arm, and takes the wooden stake I was using, disarming me as I sigh. "Sloppy." He says and puts it in my left hand. "Shut up. I'm new at this." I say, stepping back. "The Ghost of Christmas Werewolf, Mason Lockwood, found the cave and led us to a weapon that can kill Klaus." He says to Dad and I kick him with my right foot, and strike at him with the dagger, and he moves his head back. "Yeah, but doesn't Mikael have a weapon?" I ask and aim for Damon, and he grabs my left wrist. "Yes. Which probably means the wall will lead us to Mikael, who we have already found.. and lost." He says and disarms me, and spins me around, my back to his chest. "Bang. You're dead." He says and playfully puts his mouth to my neck, pretending to nibble, and I step forward, and push him, and he steps backwards, and I walk over to Dad. "These images at the very least might tell us what that weapon is." He says and I sigh, and see a bunch of pictures. "Then all we have to do is find out what they mean." I say. "Well, fine. Fine. If I am being irritatingly optimistic like you two." Damon says and I look at him, and he's approaching us. "How do you suppose we do that?" He asks and I look back at the pictures. "Well, if the story is about the Original Family living here, then we go straight to the source." I say, looking at Dad.