Henrik Mikaelson died a horrible death. Torn apart by the werewolves, his last minutes on this earth were unbearably painful. He also served as a catalyst and unknowingly assisted his mother, who turned her family into the Originals. Alan Mason, a 1...
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"Hello Henrik," spoke the feminine voice. Henry sharply turned around only to come face to face with a woman, who you could only describe as beautiful.
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"Who are you? and how do you know my name?" asked Henry the woman, who was dressed as a gypsy fortune-teller.
"My name is, Hildegarde, the new leader of the Celestial Coven after Welhemina passed away, may she find peace among the stars," said Hildegarde. Observing him, with her expressive eyes, expressive, yet she still masterfully hid her emotions.
"What do you want with me? what are you doing in my head?" demanded Henry, getting agitated.
"It's a bit complicated Henrik. We, the celestial coven, serve the greater purpose. We want to restore the balance of this world. To accomplish that, the other side has to go away," informed him the gypsy, causing Henrik's eyes to bug out of his head. Destroy the veil? it would mean destroying the anchor, Amara. "We took your father, Mikael the destroyer, to do what he was created for - Destroy the vampires. With them, the other side. With that accomplished, the natural order of the things shall be restored," blissfully smiled Hildegarde as if her big revelation was supposed to bring joy to Henrik.
"Why telling me this?" asked Henry suspiciously.
"Because, Little Mikaelson, you're going to meet me in the woods, in a month. You mustn't tell a soul. Or your family will pay the price," smirked the witch, holding up a poppet, that resembled Jeremy.
"Let me be clear, I WILL KILL YOU!" roared at him Henry, how dare she threaten someone he cared about.
The demented witch just giggled and vanished from his head.
Henry woke up with a gasp, cold sweat coating his forehead. He needed to plan. The answer hit him immediately, Qetsiyah. Surely, the ancient witch that could hold grudges would be pissed that someone's trying to destroy her purgatory, but he had no idea how to contact her, so that plan went out of the window. He needed to be powerful enough to defeat a witch, imbued with celestial powers. Great. Then Henrik came up with an answer. Expression. If only he knew how to learn it.
