[ 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 FORTY-FOUR
Facing Darkness is Kinda My Thing
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WARM, FLICKERING light greeted Ryan as his eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of his new surroundings. He pushed up from where he laid on the ground and found a strange, medieval-esc type building around him. Candles of varying sizes illuminated the shadow-filled room where colorful portraits and large tapestries hung on the stone walls.
Ryan blinked, looking for any sign of his sister, but he paused and noticed his attire. He wore a dark brown, leather vest above a white, long sleeved shirt and pants a lighter brown than the vest. His boots were the same material of his vest, but were fare more sturdy.
"What the hell?" Ryan muttered. He certainly didn't have that on when he went into Josie's mind.
"Well, this is unexpected."
Ryan turned to see his sister sat on the ground a few feet away. Her clothes had changed as well. She now wore a deep red dress and hood to match. "Why're you dressed as Little Red Riding Hood?" he questioned, drawing the girl's gaze to him as he stood.
Hope climbed to her feet and gave him a once over. "Could say the same to you, Prince Charming."
Ryan huffed, glancing around at the bizarre room. "I think it's safe to say Josie really likes fairytales. Which wouldn't be creepy, if we weren't stuck inside her mind."
Hope nodded. "Yeah, her subconscious is weirding me out." She turned and called out, "Josie?"
Ryan snapped to her and hissed, "shhh." Hope looked to him with creased brows. "You don't know what else is in here. Josie's Black Magic self is still running around in here somewhere."
"Well, we need to find her somehow." Hope's eyes trailed around the room until they fell to the door stood ajar across from them. Light streamed in from the outside onto a line of bread crumbs. "Literal bread crumbs. Subtle."
Ryan shrugged as they started for the door. "It's part of the fairytale vibe she has going on. You know, Hansel and Gretel?"
Hope sighed, shoving the door open for them to enter the rest of the odd building they woke up in. "Yes, Ry. I know."
The Mikaelson siblings continued to follow the bread crumbs out of what they concluded to be a castle. They weaved through a forest blanketed the night sky above their heads.
