THE ENDLING

When I thought my life ended.

My story began.

Being reborn again isn't the greatest thing in the world, I'd say "traumatizing" doesn't begin to describe that experience. But somehow I pulled through it, metaphorically and with some outside help literally.
Adjusting to the world was hard and challenging. Why?, you may ask , well I died at the age of 32, in the year 2020.
I was born again in the year 1406 in the past. To add to that, I'm a basterd son to a soon to be king. What joy.
And when he dies, my life will be in danger, if not his enemies, then from his wife, or better yet my stepbrother. So I have to plan my life the best way possible to survive.

* several years later *

'Well shit', I thought to myself, as I watched the lords and nobles in the ballroom, my eyes focused on a guy, with brown hair and eyes. I kept my stride strong never faltering for a second. When I reached my best friend side I asked him nonchalantly,"I see new faces, do you perhaps know of them ?".

He looked at me with a teasing grin and asked innocently,"do you perhaps meant the guy that every lady in the room are fawning over?".

"Yes" I answered with a forced smile.
He seemed to sense my mood and answered seriously this time," his name is kol mikaelson, has two brothers Niklaus and Elijah, and a younger sister rebekah I believe".

"Fuck", I breathed out .

Who could've guessed.

Magic.
Vampires.
Witches.
And werewolves.
Just my luck.