CHAPTER TWO » ❝ Pain and suffering are the soil of strength and courage.❞ - Lurlene Mcdaniel
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Almost everyone has a soulmate; Hope Mikaelson assumed she would never have one of them – her parents certainly weren't, and no one she knows has found their respective soulmate quite yet, but they have marks; They have painfully clear soulmarks and Hope doesn't. Not that it really matters. No one in her family has had a true soulmate; Has had a clear soulmark. Which in a way is a great relief, because that's one less person for her to disappoint with her cruddy life, and was less people that she had to worry about dying on her. It meant less people for her to disappoint. No one can be disappointed if they simply never meet, and either way, she doesn't need the drama of a soulmate added to the supremely fucked-up mess that is her whole existence.
Except, somewhere, very deep within her subconscious does she knew that this isn't particularly true. Her aunts, Freya and Rebekah got soulmates; got the happy ever after that they deserved after years of death, torture, pain, and darkness. They really, really deserved it. And so did she. Hope never felt like it though. Especially as pre teen; a time in which her father and mother were long dead and left her with just her aunt Freya. A time in which Hope was most confused. A time in which everything just felt like it was always going wrong and people dying before her. It almost felt like fate, if it was even real, was trying to send message. A message that read to her of her unworthiness of having happiness and love. That she was incapable of ever begging loved by one.
So as even more time passed by and Hope got older, moving into her later teen years; Hope did almost everything she could possibly due to push the whole soulmate thing out of her head. Did her best to ignore her own possibility of love and happiness. Did her best to ignore the mark that rested above chest. She didn't have to look at it most time. Which helped. Helped her ignore her whole soulmate problem. Which didn't quite last as one would probably like. The cosmic force of universe, or fate, destiny, whatever you would like to call it had decided to take matters into it's own hands. Had to have a little Divine intervention if you will.
Hope had been training with her headmaster, Alaric Saltzman out in docks when she felt it. The weird tingle that was just beneath her flesh. It wasn't painful. Just different sort of sensation that she was not quite used to or ever experienced. The sensation alone had been enough to distract Hope and allow Alaric to knock her to the ground. The older had looked at the tribrid in both amusement and confusion. Confusion on how he could deliver such a lame and easy blow. Hope had glanced down at her right wrist to see long, and curly words that were almost so painfully girly and cutesy that it felt like a girly girl stereotype. She had new, and crystal clear words. Words that she hoped would be said in excitement, joy and overwhelming love. Her words read; 'It's you?' . Hope was obviously confused and had confined in her headmaster.
" But it doesn't make sense! I already have a soulmate."
" Well, is it set? Your other half... well, third now I guess."
" No..."
" And have you maybe tried to accept the fact that you have soulmate... well soulmates?"
" Not really and I don't see the point of why I need to!"
" Hope!" Exclaimed in disbelief. He looked at her with sorrow and disappointment. The older human shook his head and sighed. " That's not fair. That's not fair to either of them and is actually quite selfish. Something in which I would except from you of all people."
" What do you mean? How is me not accepting something as stupid as soulmate make me selfish person."
" Hope, do you realize the more you ignore and don't except that there are people out in world who just want to know you as you and want a chance of loving you that you are preventing them from begging happy. That your preventing good people from getting their words. From getting their chances at something beautiful."
" What do you mean?"
" People's who have words, but they aren't clear are typically because their soulmate's to people who aren't quite ready or people like you who think they don't need love or that they can't be loved. Or other factors because soulmates are just weird phenomena in general. But, I guess this also explains your little Divine intervention. They must have known that your so stubborn that it's gonna take two people to handle."
And with that, Hope had realization. A realization that she has a hypothetical "better halfs" running around out there, somewhere on the planet. But she also realized that she need to work on accepting her soulmates. So far she managed on idea of one soulmate, but two still was a hard pill to swallow; a weird, and rather crazy idea to accept. But Hope working on it. Which is why she was extremely confused and mostly shocked when she pulled her shirt off one late night to find her words on her chest had cleared. Her soulmark had turned to a small, wavy, and almost perfectly net handwriting. She had her second words. Words that read; ' Don't freak out but, I'm mermaid.'
