Chapter 1 Waking up early.
Freya's Pov:
My eyes slowly open and find myself in my coffin that lives Dowager Fauline Cottage, a witches asylum.
But what was more strange for me was after I got out of my coffin and explored I saw just how this cottage went from being owned by a dowager to a place of darkness.
Where other witches abuse their power and authority treating those put in this prison as dolls!
It didn't take me long to break free from the cottage and to keep all those there imprisoned.
I can't allow the others to leave as if I have woken up early and I have no idea if Dahlia will use them to find me.
In this strange new era of time, I find myself stealing some new clothes and entering something people call a night club.
Once int the nightclub I find myself facing and getting quite a lot of young men watching me.
Which caught me by surprise some were actually quite good looking.
But what most surprised me was when two of men we shouting the year 2000 here.
This confused me quite a lot actually I have another fourteen years to sleep however the moment I saw what I believed to be another doppelganger but instead of one that looks the same as Katherine.
This doppelganger is a man I met a doppelganger before, in fact, he was more than just a someone I met in a village.
But in fact was the man I loved Mathias was a doppelganger and looking at this man before me I'm suddenly reminded of Mathias's smile.
We hit off straight away and those few weeks with him I forgot the need to run.
One day the man I came to know as Silas took me out for our seventh date together and we ended back at his place.
Three weeks later I found out I was pregnant and Silas vanished I felt so ashamed used even.
But I couldn't dwell on that over the past few days I felt the need to sleep return and I knew my time in this time ending soon.
I was able to carry the baby almost full term but the baby was premature only by a couple of weeks the new friends I made helped me through this and my son survived.
Tears of joy and heartbreak fall down my face I know that if my little boy were to develop magic Dahlia will want him.
My new friends cursed some cheesy tourist bracelet that New Orleans is written on to prevent my son from using any magic he might develop.
I had only had one last request that the son's last name would be Mikaelson and his first name to mean protector like the father I once had.
A few days after my son was born I returned to the cottage without anyone knowing and allowed myself to be dragged back into the slumber.
