AN: Hey guys, so this is a new story that I've been thinking about. The first chapter will serve as a prologue and this does not follow the plot of the show, so no baby plot but there might be Hayley. Klaus also broke his curse with Katherine and Caroline is not apart of the Mystic gang. Hope you guys enjoy.
Chapter 1: The beginning of a war
No one really knows how the werewolves and witches came to be. Some say that a clan that lived a thousand years ago were cursed by a coven of witches to forever turn into beasts on the full moon. Others say that the leader of a human clan sought power to kill his enemies who wanted take over the land. So he bargined with a witch to become something... feared. Others believed that they just were. That they were always there.
It did not matter though. They existed none the less. Even if people today did not believe in them. A thousand years ago during every full moon a werewolf pack that lived near a human village would transform.
They would run in the woods freely and completely unburdened. For that one night they would be free. They did not have to worry themselves with finding food or making sure they had sufficient shelter and fire for the coming winter. They did not have to worry about sickness or the looming dangers that the unforgiving world held, they were completely and utterly whole.
Transforming, however was not the only thing that the werewolves could do. Some of them were- as it would come to be known, gifted. The pack thought that those gifts were from nature. A blessing from the heavens. That it was a sign to the one who is gifted to do great things. To protect those without, to bring peace. Some had the power of fire, others of ice. Some could shift into things other than wolves while others had no gift at all. Nevertheless, the members of the pack were all considered equal in the eyes of their alpha.
They lived in peace and harmony with the human village near them for years. They had no reason to cause a war. They had more than enough land for themselves and were happy. None from either side would want to break the treaty.
A war however was what they got. A war that will rage on for centuries. A war that they did not want but would consume many. One that could very well last forever.
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It was a full moon. The chill of the night could cut through bone. He could tell that this was going to be one of the toughest winters yet. Everyone was preparing for it, gathering as much food as they could. Hopefully no lives would be lost, he thought to himself. Though there was something else in the air as well. A heavy feeling of death and darkness.
Klaus shook the feeling and moved on further. He was always intrigued by the wolves. He wanted to learn more about them. He wanted to understand them. Maybe even sketch them. As strange as it may sound, he felt almost drawn to them.
He knew this was his only chance. Soon it would be to cold to venture outside and he would have to wait for the summer. But he did not want to wait. He wanted to see them now.
So with a new found determination Klaus moves deeper into the woods. He found a tree earlier on in the day which he thought would be the perfect spot for him to watch so he climbed and waited.
Klaus never thought that anything would go wrong. The villagers were always cautious, wanting to keep their families safe but they knew that the werewolves had control of their minds and that they kept to the treaty and stayed within their territory. They would not cause harm.
Still in the centuries to come Klaus will always regret this moment. It's the only thing in his thousand years that he would want to change. His fathers abuse, he could take. His mothers betrayal, he had already taken his revenge by removing her heart. But this...this was the one thing he would change.
Klaus had more than enough time to go back to the cave his family along with the rest of the village hid in on full moon nights. But he did not. He was to stubborn, to foolish and because of it the youngest Mikealson sibling had lost his life.
Henrik had followed him out into the woods. He wanted to make sure his favorite brother was safe. The youngest Mikealson was always the purest of them all, kind hearted and gentle. The wolves did not care for that. They got hold of Henrik's sent and tore him apart.
In the days to follow the werewolves had begged for peace. They did not want a war. The alpha of the pack had tried to explain to them that the newly turned do not have control over their minds like the older ones do and that it was an accident, not an act of war. Of course it was in vain. No matter how much they pleaded, it fell on deaf ears.
The Mikealson's did not want to listen or try to understand the wolves. They wanted to grieve in peace. They had lost a family member. The wolves had taken something from them that they could never get back. The pain had consumed them.
What followed next was what everyone in the supernatural world would come to know in some form. Different stories would be told about the Mikealson siblings. How they came to be. What happened that night. But there was one thing all the stories had in common.
Esther Mikealson, a very powerful witch, called upon the spirits and created the immortals. The vampires, as they would be called today. The ones that many feared. The ones that many thought was a myth. The ones that some considered as royalty. The originals.
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AN: So that's kind of the prologue to this story. I hope you guys like it. Please review. I like to know what everyone thinks.
And also can I just say how happy am that Caroline is going to be in season 5 of TO and also sad that it's ending :(
Anyways happy reading :)