𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 ↬ 𝗗. 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲 [1]

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"A great man does not seek applause or place; he seeks for truth; he seeks the road to happiness, and what he ascretains, he gives to others." 

( - Robert Green Ingersoll)

Winter 996 A.D, Mystic Falls

It was the daw hour, yet the sun didn't rise. The sky was too dark and cloudy to let her shine and warm the day, and instead of the sun rays, layers of snowflakes covered the ground.

Amelia and Niklaus loved the winter. They loved playing in the snow together, they loved to dance in the pouring rain and they loved the hot tea their mother made them every time they came back from playing outside in the cold.

Right now, they were hiking in the forest together, talking about everything and anything; from their deepest fears to their favorite joke of Kol's amusing sense of humor.

"I am surprised. I would not expect such a thing from Rebekah." Amelia chuckled and sent him a look.

"Me neither," He nodded to his elder sister, "But she always tries to please everyone so it only makes sense she will do that for mother."

"And yet, I was not expecting that." She shrugged her shoulder.

A slight unbalanced step caused 15 years of age Niklaus to tremble in his place. Amelia immediately grasped his bicep in order to hold him from falling down, and he instantly stiffens and groans in pain.

"Niklaus, what is the matter?" She asked him with furrowed brows as he rubbed his arm lightly. He stood silent.

She gripped the edges of his sleeve in an attempt to watch what caused him pain, but he quickly pushed her hand away.

"Niklaus." She sent him a glare and he sighed, letting her raise the sleeve up to his shoulder.

A sharp gasp escaped her mouth as she watched the purple and blue bruises on all the way from his bicep to his forearm. She looked at his sad expression and inhaled deeply, lowering his sleeve and pulling him into a warm embrace.

"I am so sorry, my sweet brother." Her eyes brimmed and she sniffed. Her heart sunk in the sight of her brother being tortured day after day in the hand of their cruel father.