The Mikaelson Sisters

Chapter 1: Speak of The Devil and The Devil Shall Come

Alexis’s POV---

Mother sold her soul for me, for us; never did I imagine this would ever happen. For once, I’m absolutely that she cares for me, and wasn’t just taking care of her daughter’s best friend. Somehow, I feel very delighted at this, despite the tough life we are currently going through. After making myself see sense, I willingly agreed to mother’s plans.

We were then discussing places for us to hide when we go into ‘hibernation’. The places we thought of were either easily disturbed by people or there was not proper shelter. When we were almost going to give up, Elektra piped up, “How about the Temple of Apollo? There are secret underground passageways that lead into Troy and it’s really complicated that you will get lost in there forever if you don’t know the way. I went in there before with Agenor and his friends, he had a map that he got from his father who was part of construction of the passageways.”

“Sounds good, what do you think mother?” I asked.

She replied, “It’s the best we had so far. I say we go get the map from Agenor now and as we need a suitable resting place before sundown. Come on, let’s get going.”

We took less than five minutes to pack as all we had left were the bread and some clothes and then, we were on our way to Agenor’s house. “So sister, since when did you start getting close to Agenor?”

“No I am not! One day, he asked me if I wanted to explore the passageways with his friends and since I was bored, I went along.” Elektra retorted.

Soon, we were on the street where Agenor’s house was. When we approached it, we realised it was deserted. It seemed as if they left in a hurry, as there were still quite a lot of belongings left. Trying our luck, we searched for the map.

After an age, I was getting restless. We had not found it. I thought that maybe they had ran off to the passageways too, but I was proven wrong when I looked into a ceramic vase in Agenor's room. There was a rolled up piece of animal skin at the base of the vase. I pushed my hand in and felt cobwebs stick to my skin as I reached for the ratty piece of skin.

Untying the piece of string that held the skin in place, I unrolled it and it was revealed as the map Elektra had spoken about. It had clearly marked out different locations in Troy that had secret passageways leading to them from the Temple of Apollo.

I hurried out to meet mother and Elektra, “I found it! It was in a vase. Seems like they did attempt to hide it.”

“Good, let me see the map,” Mother said and I passed it to her.

According to the map, the nearest entrance to the passageways was at the market. We set off quickly as it was a mid noon already.

    ..(O.O)..

When we reached the market, it was empty as usual, ever since For three years, fewer and fewer people had been going to the once crowded and lively market. After the food started running out, people no longer care about buying anything other than food. Confusion rose in us like bile as we stared at the middle of the mud-laden street.

The place marked in the map as ‘Entrance 83’. There were definitely no steps or a door on a road. It was then I realised we were standing over a manhole where a drain ran below.

“Mother, the entrance is underneath us! Its the drains,” I told her excitedly.

“Of course! I should have known. The drains lead everywhere in the city from the outskirts to the temple.” Mother exclaimed in realisation, hope literally shining in her eyes

And so, we lifted the cover of the manhole and slowly climbed down the ladder, one by one. My shoes hit the hard floor of the drain with a muted thud, not unlike that of a door gently being shut. It was dark and the sound of water flowing could be heard.