Thank you for all the great feedback for the prologue. I know it wasn't that long and informative but as I mentioned it was just a filler. All the good stuff is starting here. I spent a while deciding how I was going to write this story and I still haven't decided I'll put notes in to tell you what the year is if it gets confusing. Oh and Adelina is Caroline just incase you don't figure it out.
10th century
"Who are they?" I lent over to my mother and whispered into her ear.
"The Mikaelsons, they travelled all the way from England to live here." Her mother answered.
There were eight of them all together, the village had gathered to greet our new neighbours as they moved their belongings into their hut across from ours. My eyes gathered up all the information about them as they could, there were two women in the family, one the mother and one the daughter. The rest were men. The daughter – I had yet to learn her name had wonderful blonde hair similar to my own.
They greeted the people around them, including our family. I smiled graciously at them all and ran my fingers through my long, blonde hair. After they had been introduced to everyone in the village, we all returned to our homes to catch up on chores we had missed. It was my job to collect the water today. I took the two large buckets in each hand like a usually did and began the 10 minute journey to the river.
When I arrived there, The blonde Mikaelson was there filling her buckets up. "Um, hello." I said cautiously and began filling the first bucket.
"Hello, I'm Rebekah Mikaelson." She said straightening up from filling the buckets and holding her hand out. I did the same and we shook hands.
"I'm Adelina. I can't remember where I came from so I have no last name."
"Oh, well It's nice to meet you Adelina."
"It's nice to meet you too, Rebekah. How are you liking Mystic Falls so far?"
"It's great. A little different from England but it's definitely a good change." We both went back to filling up the buckets with water as the conversation continued.
"I've never met someone from England." I commented.
"I've never met someone who doesn't know where they came from." She returned with a smile.
"I just woke up one morning here, not remembering what happened before. Luckily the Carters took me in. They raised me since I was five so I see them as my family now."
"That sounds pretty scary actually."
"It was but, it feels normal now."
By now, they had both gotten their buckets full and walked back together. "Would you like to have dinner with us tonight?" Rebekah asked when we got back to the camp fire in the middle of the village.
"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude or anything."
"I'm sure, my family would love to meet someone as great as you."
"Okay, thank you, I'd love to."
"I'll see you later then?"
"Yes." I said as we turned and went into our own huts.
I filled up the bucket we would make stew in for tea and found my mother talking to her friend called Evangeline. "Hello mother, Rebekah invited me to eat with their family."
"Who's Rebekah?"
"The Mikaelsons' daughter."
"Sure honey, you can eat dinner with them."
"Thank you! And I filled the buckets with water."
I walked away and strolled into the middle of the village, the big camp fire was ablaze, shining brightly. There were a few logs laid around it acting as seats and I sat on the floor, using one of them as a back rest.
Across from me, sat one of the Mikaelsons. I smiled and followed his arms to his hands to see what he was doing. He had some paper and a pencil. It looked like he was sketching something.
I stood and walked over to him, lowering myself to the ground next to him. "Hello, I'm Adelina." I said.
"Its great to meet you, Adelina. I'm Niklaus, but call me Nik."
"Okay, Nik... what are you drawing?" I asked.
"You, and the fire. It was such a great scene. I've almost got the image outlined.
"It's so cool that you draw. I've never been able to."
He laughed at that. "Everyone can draw, you just have to have the write pressure on your pencil."
"It's nice to think someone believes in that."
"What do you mean?"
"It's nice for someone to believe something not everyone else believies. Everyone believes the women stay at home, never seeing the world. Just cleaning and raising children. I want to see the world, do something other than looking after children... like a job. But that isn't aloud. "
"I understand, sometimes I wish that was true..."
"So, how is the drawing?"
He was silent for a few seconds before pulling back his hands and turning the paper for me to see.
He had drawn me, sat with my back to the log staring at the fire. It was absolutely beautiful. I was speechless.
"Y... You have a talent Mr Mikaelson."
"Why thank you, Miss Adelina. Rebekah told me about your no-surname situation and how you'll be joining us for dinner." He said with a smirk.
"Uhm.. yes. Is it a problem? Rebekah said it was fine."
"It is. Actually great."
"Oh really now?"
"Yes. Here you can have this, consider it a souvenir of this day where we first met." He handed me the drawing.
I took it carefully in my hands and studied it for a few more seconds. While studying it, I realized how I had come to like Nik. I could talk to him like no other man. He wasn't all serious and acted like he just wanted to have fun.
I put down the drawing on my lap then smoothed my sapphire blue dress down and after, pulled at the sleeves to make them cover my hands.
"Thank you, Nik."
"That's okay... Have you got any hobbies then?"
"I can sew... my mother wants me to be a seamstress. I have this dream... but, it's kind of silly."
"Aw, come on, love! You have to tell me now!" He said. I was taken aback at his use of 'love' but maybe that was usual in England.
"Fine, I want to make my own wedding dress."
"That's not silly!"
"Well thank you." I mumbled.
In my peripheral vision, I saw the mother come out of the house, calling us both in for dinner. "You'll have to enlighten me on names... I only learned yours a Rebekah's."
He laughed softly and stood, holding his arm out to me. I stood up with his assistance. "Okay, My father is called Michael, My mother is Esther, My Siblings are Elijah, Finn, Me, Kol, Rebekah and Henrik in order of age but you will figure it out."
"Oh, that is a lot of names..."
"You'll learn them in no time... Come on before it gets cold."
I gripped the drawing in one hand and the skirt of my dress in the other to make sure it didn't drag on the floor. We entered their cottage. It was slightly bigger than ours but then again, it had to house more people. In the centre was a large table with nine chairs around it. Seven were occupied and me and Nik took the last two next to each other. On my other side was Kol, I thought. Or Finn.
"Hello Adelina. It's such a pleasure for you to eat with us tonight. Both Rebekah and Niklaus have took a liking to you. It's great they are already making friends." Esther said, smiling politely at me.
"Thank you for inviting me." I replied and picked up my spoon to begin eating. I sat up straight in my chair as mother had taught me. 'Etiquette was important.' As she would say.
The meal went on, I was included on the conversation, and I eventually picked up everyone's names. It was Kol sat next to me. He kept giving me these glances and sometimes said things to me. That was the same with Nik.
Long after the meal had finished we were talking. It was when it was turning dark that Esther noticed how long we had been sat there. "Oh Adelina, dear... I didn't notice what time it was, your mother will probably be so worried... Niklaus, love, would you please walk Adelina home?"
"Of course I will, mother." Me and Nik rose from our seats and stacked our bowls. "Thank you, Mr and Mrs Mikaelson, it was lovely meeting you. And the rest of you." I said as we made our way out.
"What did you think?" Nik said when we were a couple meters from the house.
"You seem like a really close family, it's so nice... "
"Yeah... it seems that way."
By now we had reached my home. I invited him inside to meet my family.
Inside there was my mother, father and two brothers. I had a baby sister who was only 6 months old. He shook each of their hands in turn and my father gave him a funny look when it was his turn.
I went into her room and put the picture on my bed before returning a few seconds later. I took the baby off my mother and rocked her back to sleep. "thank you for walking me home, Nik. Please tell your parents thank you for the meal."
"I will, goodnight." Nik said and turned and walked out the house.
My older brother, William was giving me an extremely funny look. "What?" I asked, quietly, so I didn't wake the sleeping baby.
"Nothing.." He said and turned to walk into his room.
I shrugged internally and took the baby to my parents room where I put her in the crib. It was an extremely special crib... it had been passed through the family, the only baby of course who hadn't slept in it was me of course. After that had been done, I went back in my room and set the picture on a make shift shelf in the corner. I changed into my shift and climbed into bed.
Before bed everynight, I went through everything that had happened that day and if I was satisfied with it.
Today, I thought was a very good day.
Okay, so the next chapter will still be in the 10th century but I'll note when it changes although you'll probably guess.
I hope you liked reading this as much as I loved writing this. Writing klaroline just makes me so happy. Haha.
-Holly