[ 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 SEVENTEEN
There's a Mummy on Main Street
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RYAN TRAILED behind the girls and Alaric as they trekked through the center of the Maple Hollows. Because of the bug plague, the entire town had been abandoned and carted off to the medical treatment camp. Ryan, Hope, Lizzie, and Josie would be able to use their powers against the mummy however they liked without repercussions.
Alaric would also be able to shoot his crossbow however he pleased.
Not that Ryan believed an arrow would do anything to a mummy, but the man wanted to feel helpful in some way. He did not want to burst his bubble.
Ryan's eyes flickered over the deserted Main Street for any sign of the mummy. It would help a lot more if he knew what the thing was supposed to look like. Should he look out for a sentient Halloween costume, or a mangled, cloth-wrapped man limping down the street?
"Some people find it helps to clear their conscience before heading into battle," Lizzie voiced from where she walked alongside her sister.
Hope exhaled. "Not stopping you."
"Now is not the time," Josie said.
Ryan nodded. "I'm with Josie, on this one. We're here to kill a mummy, not for a trip down Memory Lane."
"It's always time for truth," Lizzie stated. "Last chance, Hope. If you didn't start that fire to keep us from going, then why were you so mean to me after?" She did not wait for an answer and continued. "I'll tell you why, because you were guilty."
"Kids! Quiet back there, please," Alaric called over his shoulder, scanning the street with his crossbow armed and ready.
"Seriously," Josie quipped, agreeing with her father.
"I wasn't mean to you. You were mean to me," Hope retorted.
"Because you were telling people about my episode."
Ryan's brows furrowed as he looked around his sister and Josie to where Lizzie stood. "Your what?"
"My episode," Lizzie emphasized, sterner than before. "The one I had when our trip got cancelled. You told everyone that I was witch-bipolar." She turned and set her gaze on the Mikaelson girl.
