Prologue

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When we're young, we're taught the distinction between a hero and a villain. Good and evil. A savior and a lost cause. But what if the only real difference is who's telling the story? I come from a long line of the villains in the tales you've heard about vampires, werewolves, witches, and everything in-between. The school behind these gates protects the secrets of people like me. My name is Noah Mikaelson, twin brother of Hope Mikaelson. Wish I could say my life is normal but it's anything but normal. My family history is a bit complicated, but to keep it simple my father is the original hybrid and my mother was werewolf royalty, alpha of the Crescent Wolf Pack in New Orleans. My sister and I are the only ones of our kind, tribrids. It means that we are one part, vampire, werewolf, and witch, see anything but normal.

Since I could remember I've called the Salvatore School my home. It's basically safe heaven for people like me to be who they are. But the outside world doesn't know we exist, to them we are just a school for troubled rich kids. They have the troubled part right, each one of us here has lost something or someone. Who have I lost? My parents, they died protecting my sister and I. Just like our parents protected us, Hope and I protect each other because we only have each other. We live in Mystic Falls which means that anything can happen here. We haven't had any supernatural threat in years but that doesn't mean it can't happen like I said we live in Mystic Falls. There are not a lot of people that I care about aside from Hope and my family but there is someone in particular, Lizzie Saltzman. I've known the Saltzman twins ever since I got here, and there's something about Lizzie that I can't get out of my head. I've never told her how I feel because people like me don't get happy ending, it ends the same way, death. So to avoid any emotional damage I bury my feelings.

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