Elijah Mikaelson sat near of banks of a small creek. He was sure to stay back in the bushes, where no one would see him. Beside him was his colonizer friend, George. They watched as two young women came out from the deep woods. He looked down at his small pocket watch. Just on time, he thought. Elijah had been studying these girls, particularly, as they were the most beautiful in the tribe. He followed their day-by-day routines and knew one thing for sure: Never sneak up on them. The girls, although exquisite, were fierce warriors. In fact, they never went anywhere without at least one weapon. He'd never made it into their camp, but he guessed they probably slept with daggers next to their beds.

He was focused on the girl's schedule today, because, according to his research, they bathed in the small creek only twice a week. He watched as the girls set their clean clothes in a pile on a rock and shed the ones they'd been wearing since last time they bathed. They stepped into the crystal clear water, so clear that everything beneath the water was visible, which was only about a foot deep and began to wash themselves. Of course, it wasn't the kind of bath they had in England, where he lived as a boy; they had no soap, no loofa, they just ran water over their bodies. They took small flat stones and rubbed them against their skin to smooth it. The older one, who usually finished first, was always followed by a young American Indian puppy. She called it Dakota. After she finished, she dutifully bathed her young pup. The girls put on their garments, made of deer and elk skin, along with beaded necklaces of feathers and turquoise, which could be found in the small creek. The creek connected to a larger lake. From that lake, there was also a raging river. Elijah often saw the girls canoeing on the river with other tribe members or with each other or a small group of young people who tried to cross on trees that had fallen across the river, forming bridges. He turned his gaze back to the girls and saw them with a small comb in each of their hands. He was not sure exactly what it was made of, but it appeared to be claws or bones of some sort. After turning their hair back to brushed out gorgeously, they each sat on a rock and braided her hair into two braids – one on each side. Then, they applied feathers into some parts of the braid. The older one brushed out the fur on Dakota.

They put on their soft moccasins and smoothed their knee-length, deer skin dresses with sleeves. The girls slung their quiver of arrows back over their shoulders, held a bow in one hand, and each girl had a dagger-like knife with a small turquoise stone on the handle. Their faces painted with a brave look, they were no longer sweet, innocent women washing in the water; they were tough, fierce, and violent warriors. They left swiftly through the woods.

Elijah looked over at George, eyebrows raised. "Elijah! You cannot take these girls." "Why not?" "We have a, very shaky, alliance with this tribe. And, kidnapping the Chief's daughters will not help our case." "I need these girls. I'll never get home without them. Are you going to help me or not?" George looked at him and sighed, "Fine. But only if no one finds out our plan and we leave immediately after taking them." Elijah looked towards him and smiled.

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"Little Wolf! Wait for me!" Little Deer called to her older sister as they ran through the large forest. Little Wolf came to a stop when they reached the River. The River was not meant to be crossed by anyone on foot; Canoe, kayak, and bridge were all okay, but only when becoming the Chief, was it permitted to swim across; otherwise it was too dangerous. Little Wolf stood at the edge of the water, watching flow by at a rapid pace – about 2 mph. No one was dumb enough to swim across – Except Little Wolf. As future tribe Chief, she practiced swimming across. She'd learned to swim with the current. Today, her eyes found their way to a fallen log and she picked up Dakota, motioning Little Deer to follow along. Normally, she would've swum, but today she'd just bathed and they had a Powwow to attend.

Little Deer was not as skilled as her sister, but she managed to get across the sixteen yards in one piece. "Come, Little Deer, walk faster. We will be lucky, shall we get there before two moons pass." Little Deer absentmindedly rolled her eyes at Little Wolf's words. Even though their tribe spoke English, now, to help their alliance with the Englishmen; many, including Little Wolf, spoke pieces of Native tongue. "I am coming, Little Wolf. Can you walk slower?" Little Deer said. Little Wolf just looked back at the girl she called her sister. "No, I cannot. We must not be late. Father will send me to the pit if I am." She said, making sure Dakota was following, continued at her quick pace. Little Deer sighed. Sometimes, she got the feeling that she didn't belong. She looked up to see Little Wolf had disappeared. She let out a soft huff and started to walk the way she'd seen Little Wolf go last.

Little Wolf arrived back at the camp, with Dakota in her arms. She immediately went to greet the Chief, her father. "Hi, Little Wolf. Did you have any trouble crossing the River?" He asked. Little Wolf shook her head as her father took her into his home, into her sleeping area. There, she had a large bear skin to sleep on and several woolen blankets to cover her at night. She had her deerskin dresses and woolen robes at the end of her bed in a large woven basket and her beadwork was in a small woven basket. On top of her clothing, she placed her bear claw comb and a few of her daggers. She turned to her father, who looked to her with a smile on his face. He presented her with a beautiful necklace; it was made special for Little Wolf. It was wolf claws and bear claws, adorned with turquoise and ruby gems. Her father was an excellent craftsman and had made it from some of his latest kills. She looked up at her father with joy and excitement and gave him a big bear hug. He kissed the top of her head, smiling down at her.

Meanwhile, Elijah and George had watched the girls cross the River and were debating on whether or not to talk to Little Deer. "If we get her on our side, she won't hurt us if we come for them." Elijah reasoned. "I suppose I shan't argue with such great logic." George quipped. They emerged from the shadows and Elijah said, "Pardon me, Young Miss." Little Deer spun around, fear in her eyes and she slowly drew an arrow from her quiver, shot it at them, and missed – by about two feet. She groaned, frustrated she still couldn't shoot a bow. Her hand grasped the knife at her waist and she drew it out, allowing the men to see the blade. They weren't scared in the least, though. They knew that Little Deer did whatever her older sister told her to and, without her here, she didn't know how to fight, she was defenseless.

Little Deer slowly backed away, until her back hit a tree. Elijah moved closer and said, "Can we help you find your way back?" Suddenly, all fear fell from her face as she embraced Elijah and said, "Oh, thank you. I am so lost." Elijah thought this weird; she should know her territory, but he didn't question it, he'd gained her trust – all too easily. Little Deer talked with them as they walked, not knowing she was giving them information on how to take her away. "And I sleep in the second area, next to the fire…" She way saying until she was cut off by Elijah, "And what about Little Wolf? Where does she sleep?" "She lives in a home with the Chief." "Why is she there?" "He is her father." "I thought he was your father, too." "No, we have the same mother. Little Wolf and the Chief both hate me." "Why?" "When my mother was with the Chief, she had an affair with and Englishmen – like yourself – which resulted in me." "But people in our village say you're the Chief's daughter." "Most people think I am, only people who know otherwise are our tribe." Little Deer hadn't realized that she was telling complete strangers all about her life and what could be used against her tribe. She also didn't realize that Elijah and George had led her in a circle, to the big rock she stood by when she tried to confront them. She sat with them, continuing her story.

"How do we know you are telling the truth about yourself?" George asked, cautiously. Little Deer gestured to herself, "Have you seen Little Wolf? Her father gives her jewels and the most perfect feathers. Her garments are replaced often and the beadwork on them is done by her and the Chief. She has better weapons than I, adorned with turquoise and the occasional ruby. She has wonderful woolen robes for winter and her father helps her with her hair, so that is it like silk. She is a princess; and she is treated that way. I am not. I only have beaded necklaces, when hers are made of gemstones and animal claws. The beadwork on my deerskins is done by myself and it's not very good." "Is that all? I also notice you speak better English than her. By the way, what do two moons pass mean?" "Two nighttime's." Little Deer replied with a small smile. "Ah. I see." Elijah said. "I must be heading back. Do you know the way? My mother will be angry if I am not on time to help with the last meal." "Of course, Little Deer. We'd be honored to help you." Elijah said, as he and George escorted Little Deer back to the camp. She waved goodbye and said they would see each other tomorrow. After she left, Elijah and George scouted out the area. There were many people moving about, but two stuck out to them. One was a man; he appeared to be around his mid-thirties. He had on a long, feathered headdress with copper-tipped ends. The young girl next to him, they recognized quickly. She was Little Wolf, standing next to her father, the Chief, with a new necklace on. George stepped on a twig and Little Wolf spun around, drawing her arrow from the quiver on her back. She stopped George and there was a twang sound as the arrow pierced through the air. It hit George in the stomach, and he was bleeding.

Elijah quickly picked up George and made his way back to their village as soon as possible. Luckily, they managed to mend George's wound for now; unluckily, he didn't have long to live. They made up their minds to take the girls the next day. Elijah was now more worried; Little Deer was naïve enough to trust them, but Little Wolf had given them a warning shot; She wouldn't give another, they'd drop dead right where they stood. Once George was able enough to stand, he and Elijah went in for the kill. They walked slowly through the camp, careful not to wake the senses of the tribe. They'd barely made it past the guards; they couldn't blow their cover now. George limped over to where Little Deer was and picked her up in her sleep.

Elijah walked to Little Wolf's home and saw her sleeping in a luxurious bed. Even in her sleep, her grasp was tight on a dagger adorned with turquoise in one hand; her other hand was used to clutch a sleeping Dakota close to her chest. Her hair was still in braids and she was still wearing the same garments as earlier, though she had taken the feathers out of her hair. He noticed that she was wearing that new necklace of hers and he actually had to admit, while she could kill him on the spot, she was incredibly gorgeous. He took a deep breath and scooped her up – dog and all. He walked outside to meet George. With the girls in their arms, they took off towards the woods.

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Little Wolf woke from her sleep on a boat. In one hand she had her sharpest dagger and in the other she had Dakota – exactly how she fell asleep. "How did I get here?" She asked, scared. She moved from the floor where she had slept, waking Dakota. The puppy scampered around her feet as she stretched. She moved out of the room she was in and followed a couple of passageways and somehow made her way up to the deck. There, she saw Little Deer eating something with the men she had given a warning shot yesterday.

She walked over and immediately addressed George, with her hands on her hips, "I shot you in the stomach. You'll be dead in two sun passes." "It'll take more than an arrow to kill ol' George, here." Elijah said, patting George on the back. Little Wolf laughed, "My weapons are laced with deadly snake venom. Once it enters your blood stream, it starts to kill you slowly. You'll wish for an instant death." Elijah gave her a confused look. "If I stab or shoot someone in a major organ hard, they'll die instantly. If my weapons are laced with venom, I get to watch them die, slowly and painfully." Little Deer spoke up for the first time, "I see you and Koda are awake." Little Wolf turned her head, hatefully, "What are you doing, fraternizing with our captors!" "I am actually excited. We get to go to England, Sister!" "NO! I am not your sister! I do not wish to go to England! I wish to become Chief, which I will when Father decides!" Little Wolf yelled, picking up the small bundle of fur shaking at her feet.

"Please, let me explain." Elijah said. Little Wolf, feeling defeated, knowing that if she killed these men, she'd never get home, sighed and sat down on a stair that led to the steering wheel of the ship. "Okay, but only because I can't swim in this freezing water." Elijah motioned for Little Deer and George to come over. They all sat around Little Wolf, who was still rocking Dakota in her arms. "When I was a boy, I was sent by my parents to help colonize America because I had disgraced my father. In order to return, I have to bring back stunning English wives for my brothers, who are now the kings…" "But we are not Englishmen." Little Wolf said, catching on much faster than her younger sister. "Let me finish. The deal I made with my parents was that I would back beautiful English women for my brothers, so as to provide good-looking heirs for the family…" "Why would they look for beautiful women in the village you live? They have their own country." Little Wolf interrupted, again. "Because, the women in England are becoming less gorgeous." "So, you want us to be wives for your brothers, to provide heirs for your family? There is one problem with that: We are not English." "No, but you are the most beautiful women I've seen in a very long time." "Will I ever be able to return to my tribe?" Little Wolf asked, nervously. "Yes. All my parents want are heirs. As soon as you bear one through one of my brothers, you may return to your tribe." "So, let me get this straight. I have to marry your brother, provide him with a child, and move to a new country, all so I can return home?" "Not just any child. A boy." "A boy? What is wrong with a girl? I am an heir to become Chief of my tribe." "Do you want to ever get back to your father and your tribe?" "Yes, I do."

"Then you will have to provide my brother, Niklaus, with at least one son." "Fine. I will. But I will not lose my identity." "You don't have to." "I don't have any of my things, here." "Yes, you do." "I… I don't understand…" "When I took you from your home, I also took these." Elijah said, holding up the two woven baskets filled with her belongings. "Oh!" "Yes, until you are able to go back to your home, you can have your belongings and your clothes." "Well, deerskin can wear out kind of quickly." "You can hunt, too. I brought your bow and quiver of arrows." "Thank you…?" "Elijah. Elijah Mikaelson." "Thank you, Elijah." "And I can still do my beadwork?" "Yes." "Alright, I'll do it." Little Wolf said.

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Being stuck on the ship with Englishmen made the English blood in her body take over. Little Deer perfected her English tongue, dressed in tight corsets and large ball gowns, and an English women named Dahlia taught her how to be English, as if she'd been born and raised in that environment. Her new name that she went by was Davina. She picked this up quickly.

Little Wolf, however, sought out Dahlia for a different reason. She had run out of paper in her journals that she kept buried at the bottom of her woven baskets, so she talked to Dahlia, who was very understanding, instead. One day, in particular, Dahlia told her an interesting bit of information, "I am one-fourth Native American. I always tried to deny it and live my life the way I wished, but I always remembered." After this, Little Wolf and Dahlia became very close. Dahlia didn't try to turn her English, in fact, she told Little Wolf to continue with her culture, especially in England.

Two Months Later…

Klaus and Kol sat in their thrones, their parents next to Kol and their sister, Rebekah, next to Klaus. Elijah entered the room with a beautiful English woman at his side and a more gorgeous American Indian woman at his other side. In the middle stood Esther's sister, Dahlia. Klaus walked down from his throne, over to the Native American girl, who was carrying a puppy in one hand and Dahlia was carrying her baskets. She had a bow and a quiver of arrows slung across one shoulder and a sharp dagger was clearly visible. He closed the distance between them, caressed her cheek and said, "My, my. What a lovely little thing my brother has brought me." Her eyes flashed anger as she said, "I am not a thing I am a person. As I understand my only job is to provide one of you with an heir and then I can go home to my tribe." She said, bitterly. Klaus looked at this girl, curiously. "Well, love. I didn't realize you were so eager to go back to a people who let you become stolen." He said with a smirk. She growled and, at that point, he'd realized he'd gone too far. "Look out, Niklaus. She killed George just because we were in perimeter of their camp. Her weapons are laced with deadly snake venom." Elijah said, watching the exchange. "I am the best warrior in my tribe, except my father." She hissed, between clenched teeth. "Well, then, you should be the leader." Klaus continued, ignoring Elijah and Dahlia's looks to cut it out. Suddenly, her eyes filled up with tears and she fell against him, sobbing. "My father is the Chief. As soon as I am ready, I will be the Chief. Then, your stupid brother captured me and ruined my lifetime of training." She cried, as he pulled her closer to him, she wrapped her arms around him, crying into his chest.

For the first time, Klaus got a good look at her. Her long dark hair, which went to past her hips, was tied up in two long braids – one on each side of her head. In the braids were light colored feathers, which had copper tips. Her olive skin was beautiful and her brown-hazel eyes were gorgeous, covered in tears. Her dress appeared to be made of deer skin and went to her knees and had sleeves, as well. It had intricate beadwork at parts of it. The soft moccasins on her feet had some beadwork and copper-tipped feathers on top, as well. She had on a necklace of claws, adorned with turquoise and rubies. Even her body was perfect without a corset. She was exquisite. Klaus felt something move against him and looked down, for the first time noticing a small puppy in her arms. She lifted the dog in the air so they were face to face and kissed the top of the small dog's head. "Does she have a name?" Klaus asked, gesturing to the little pup. "Yes. It is Dakota. It means 'friend'." Little Wolf said. She made eye contact with Klaus and blushed, slightly, turning her head away.

Klaus stepped back as Kol was doing the same with Davina. "I will marry her, Brother." Klaus said to Elijah. "And I, her." Kol told Elijah, signaling him freedom to the country, again.