Luna Mikaelson

The Coven

I fill aunt Davina in on the situation with my birth parents. I make her promise me that she wouldn't tell anyone else just in case it gets back to my parents. I'm still not sure if I want to tell my parents, but I do know if they find out then I want them to find out from me.
"Tomorrow I'm holding a meeting with all the witches of New Orleans. You should come!" aunt Davina says.
"You really think I can get answers tomorrow," I say with new found hope.
"If you want answers then you need to be willing to ask questions."
                                       ***
"Welcome everyone to the final coven meeting of the year," aunt Davina says standing in front of a crowd of witches.
I stand on the side next to her on the alter with a million eyes staring at me in confusion. All the witches here know I am a Mikaelson witch not a New Orleans witch. 
"Today we are going to help my niece find out if she is one of us. I want everyone doing locator spells..."
"What about the new threat, Francois and his  group of European of witches?"  a middle age woman interrupts.
"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve which means I will fix any coven problems in the new year..."
BANG!
The church door blasts open, as the blast knocks everyone off their feet.
"Hello New Orlean witches," a tall brunette man says in a thick French accent.
"What do you want Francois?" aunt Davina huffs as she gets back up.
I dust off my jeans and get up. I stand behind my aunt ready to help if need be.
"I just want to invite everyone to join my coven of wonderful witches," Francois says with a sickening smile on his face.
"Why would we join your coven? Our coven is one of the oldest and most powerful covens in the world," aunt Davina says crossing her arms.
"Silly little witch. Your coven is only powerful in New Orleans where you use ancestral magic. I'm promising all you witches real power. Power you can use anywhere and against anyone who dares threatens you."
"Right now you seem to be the only threat we know of."
"Of course you would say that Mrs. Mikaelson. You would chose vampires over your own coven. And that is why this coven will always be weak against the vampires in this city. Your own leader won't pick you over them."
"He's right!" a voice says in the back.
"She did want us to help her niece instead of facing a threat," another voice says.
A sense of guilt washes over me. Aunt Davina is a great leader and I wouldn't want her to lose her position because of me.
"That's not true and everyone knows it. My coven is like my family. And I protect them just as much as I would protect my family."
"Why don't we test that," Francois says as he grabs a witch.
Someone from behind grabs me and brings me to the middle of the church.
"Now who will you save?" Francois asks aunt Davina  as I get a splitting headache.
The headache gets too much and I fall to my knees on the wooden floor.
"Luna," aunt Davina says coming towards me.
"Look at that. She is choosing a Mikaelson over her own," Francois tells the crowd.
The pain subsided and I gradually get up.
"I'm not going to chose between my in-laws and the witches I have served side by side with for years. If you are loyal you will stay and if you aren't then you will just use this excuse to walk away from the coven."
Half the witches get up and march towards Francois side as the other half march towards aunt Davina. Lines have clearly been drawn tonight and it could all be my fault.
                                            ***
The two of us walk home in silence. I'm not sure what I should say. Should I apologize? If I was not there none of this would have happened.
We walk into the manor and we get pulled in different directions before I even decided what I would say. Aunt Davina gets pulled by Maddy to help her get dressed for the family dinner with just her, Maddy and uncle Kol in a fancy restaurant in town. I get pulled by Lizzie who just arrived with Rafael, Josie and Landon. Tonight dad and mom are taking all us kids out for dinner just the Mikaelso-Forbes clan. We do this every year on December 23 all the Mikaelson siblings go off with their own families for a small dinner except uncle Elijah he goes to the bayou where Hayley was cremated in wolf tradition.
As my family and I sit around laughing at a joke Landon says in La Couronne the lavish restaurant dad chose for our annual Christmas dinner. I wonder if today's altercation with Francois and the witches was a sign that looking for my birth parents is useless and all the family I need is right here in front of me.
***
Today is Christmas Eve and sure smells like it in the manor. The closer I get to the kitchen the more I smell warm cookies and freshly baked croissants.
As I step into the kitchen, their is people moving everywhere trying to get a warm right out of the oven cookie or croissant or a coffee.
I smile at the scene in front of me thankful for this family who took me in and made me one of their own.
"Morning princess! Slept well?" dad asks kissing me on the forehead.
"Yes I did, but now I'm hungry."
Just like that mom passes me a warm croissant with a warm smile on her face.
As we slowly eat through all the food I get a tap on my shoulders. I look around to see aunt Davina next to me.
"We should talk."
I grab another one of aunt Rebecca's Christmas tree sugar cookie and follow aunt Davina out of the kitchen. We walk outside in the garden. A chill runs through me and I wrap my arms around myself.
"About yesterday I want to apologize for putting you in that situation Aunt Davina. You don't need to help with my search of finding my birth parents. You have a coven to bring back together. If I can do anything to help let me know."
"Sweetie what happened yesterday is no big deal. There has always been threats of other witches trying did dethrone me and take over the coven. I'll fix that problem in the new year. Francois was right you know the Mikaelsons are my family, you are my family. I said I would help you find your birth parents and I will. But a piece of advice, family isn't always about blood, family is about love and protecting one an other."
Aunt Davina then walks back inside leaving me to think over what she said.