[ BOOK THREE ]
Ryan Mikaelson has spent his entire life hearing stories about his family and their past. The infamous Original family. The villains of the supernatural world. His world. But now, it's his turn to make his own mark.
Now a student at...
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CHAPTER TWELVE
What Was Hope Doing In Your Dream?
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HOPE AND Alaric decided to immediately get started on the urn research. They needed to know everything they could about second key to Malivore.
Just not at two o'clock in the morning.
After their trip to rescue Landon, Ryan found himself on the brink of exhaustion. He did not want to read a multitude of dusty books to find a brief mention of a magical urn, if one even existed. And while late nights were his thing, he needed more than a quick nap in the car to make him the least bit alert. Not to mention he had exams later that day.
Ryan retreated to his room to get at least six hours of sleep, before he would be rudely wake to sit in a classroom and listen to boring presentations and rack his brain for answers to test questions.
Although, he did not get the chance to before Dr. Saltzman called for an emergency school assembly. Like, he could have waited until daylight.
Ryan yawned, leaning against the back of a chair in the Grand Hall. All of the students were crowded into the room, with the exception of the lower school kids. Landon set next to him and rested his arms on the table as he looked around, while Rafael clamed on spot on the table.
"Yesterday, I came into possession of another Malivore artifact," Alaric addressed them from the base of the staircase. "It was my hope to find a method of containment before it signaled another monster, but given the emergency meeting I've just called, I'm sure you can guess how well that went."
Some students talked amongst themselves, most likely worried about the next creature ready to attack them. Others did not seem that interested.
Ryan closed his eyes as he rested his head on his shoulder. He began to doze off, but a nudge against his foot jarred him awake. He looked over to find Landon with a curious expression.
"Do you know where Hope is?" he asked.
Ryan sighed. "Probably in Dr. Saltzman's office. If she has any sense, she'll be curled up and asleep on his couch."
"But rest assured, we are taking every precaution," Alaric continued. "Sherriff Donovan has been kind enough to open the doors of the Lockwood Mansion to us, so Mr. Williams and Ms. Tig are now in the process of evacuating our students from the lower grades."
