"I recognized you instantly. All of our lives flashed through my mind in a split second. I felt a pull so strongly towards you that I almost couldn't stop it."

― J. Sterling, In Dreams

Prologue

A full moon illuminated the dark, rain filled sky as a young girl ran towards her unknown goal. She was following a hooded figure, moving as silently as she could along the dense forest floor. Her heart pumped nervously in her ears. She knew that if someone caught her she was doomed.

The girl's pace slowed as the hooded figure in front of her came to an abrupt stop. She hid, watching as the figure entered a small, wooden hut. The girl looked around, anxiously surveying the area, before creeping closer to the tiny shack. She peered through the window with caution and watched as a shocking seen unfolded.

The figure stood in the middle of a small room, his face still concealed with a shadowy hood. A witch named Qetsiyah, appeared in front of the figure. The young girl, who didn't dare made a sound outside the hut, watch as the figure removed his hood. The girl gasped realising her suspicions were correct; the hooded figure was her father, Silas.

Time seemed to speed up and the shocked girl watched as a series of events took place inside the hut. First Qetsiyah lit a collection of large, white candles which were arranged around the room. The witch then came to stand back in front of Silas, placing her hands in his and speaking to him softly.

"Are you sure?" Qetsiyah asked, just loud enough for the girl to hear.

"Yes," Silas replied. "I want to be with you forever."

At this point the young girl became confused. What did her father mean? Why would he want to be with Qetsiyah?

The witched smiled and closed her eyes, her hands still entwined with Silas'. The girl listened intently as Qetsiyah began to chant a song of unrecognisable words. The candles around the hut began to flicker and a small fire pit in the middle of the room flashed with light. A strong wind picked up outside, blowing viciously at the already freezing girl. A light hum filled the girl's ears as if everything around her was coming to life. Silas and Qetsiyah both stood with strenuous expressions on their faces, the spell they were casting seemed to be taking every ounce of energy out of them.

Then suddenly, a piercing scream erupted into the dark night. Silas dropped to the ground his body limp and motionless. The young girl gasped and stumbled backwards, tripping over a large tree root. She cried out in agony, felling the blood pour from her leg.

Hearing the girls scream, Qetsiyah raced from her hut. She saw the injured girl, whose leg was now twisted at an unnatural angle. The witch, furious that someone had been spying on her, dragged the girl into the hut and throw her down next to Silas' limp body. The girl began to cry, fearing that her and her father would both be killed together.

"What are you doing here?" The witch asked, coming to stand over the young girl.

The girl was too terrified to reply. Her body trembled and tears streamed down her pale cheeks.

'What are you doing here?" The witch repeated, but this time in a thunderous voice.

"I…I followed him," The girl cried out with fear, pointing towards Silas. "He is my father and I wanted to know where he was going."

Qetsiyah seemed shocked. "Your father?" She asked.

The girl simply nodded, sobbing and hugging her father's comatose body.

Qetsiyah felt rage boiling up inside of her. Silas had a daughter, this meant that he had been unfaithful to the witch and he must been punished. Qetsiyah grabbed the young girl by the arm and pulled her up. She screamed in pain, her blood flowing out onto the muddy floor of the hut.

"I will make your father suffer for his infidelity." The witch cried out. She raised her arms and began to speak in an unknown tongue.

The girl felt her whole body ach with unimaginable pain. It was as if her insides were being torn apart by an unidentified presence. Her head burned with agony and her skin seemed to tighten around her bones. Her vision began to blur, her body became paralysed, sweat poured from her forehead. Finally she let out one last blood curdling scream before falling lifelessly to the ground.

Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading this little intro to my new story! Hopefully you are all intrigued enough to come back when I update next! I just have a few little things to note:

I am desperately looking for a beta for this story! I have so many ideas and I need someone to share them with! If you are at all interested in being my beta can you PLEASE let me know! Thanks!

Also…before anyone comments about this…I know this chapter is very short and I promise that the rest of my updates will not be like this…I just wanted this to be my prologue…nothing more, nothing less.

And to all those KLAROLINE fans out there, yes this is a Klaus/Caroline story, but it has some major twists so you will have to wait just a little longer to find out how this unklaroline prologue fits into my little love story!

Lastly please pretty please please review! It will make my day! Thank you all so very much!