I am so sorry that I took so long to update.
(I love pie) = actions while someone is talking or singing
"I love pie" = talking or singing
'I love pie' = thoughts
I love pie = visions
"I love pie" = talk/singing in visions
'I love pie' = writings
(I love pie) = things I want to tell you in the middle of the story
Don't own either show
Now enjoy chapter 4.
The Next Day
Today I go to Ayanna's hut for my magic lessons without Kol. She and Momma say that I am a natural with controlling my powers, therefore why Ayanna had started me on harder spells mid last year.
Every other day I have lessons. Each day I have magic lessons, one of my brothers or Father is to take me to Ayanna. Today is Niklaus's turn. There is only one problem. . . . I cannot find him. I ran all throughout our family's large hut, calling his name. From time to time, I would ask if someone has seen him. Eventually, Kol had told me to try outside.
"Niklaus! Niklaus! Nik where are you!" I screamed running around. Eventually, I see him with the Petrova harlot. "Brother!" I ran to him, pulling his arm. "I have looked all over for you. You were to take me to Ayanna for my lessons today." He was about to speak but I continued, "Please, please, PLEASE! Ayanna does not like it when I am late for my lessons," now I was whining.
"And what would you need lessons for," the wench sneered.
"None of your business! Now Nik LET'S GO!" I sneered back at her and whined to my brother.
"Alright, alright," he turned to the brunette, "I am sorry Tatia, I will be back soon," he kissed her hand.
I smirked, whining ALWAYS wins I thought.
Once we reached Ayanna's hut, Niklaus left. I knocked on her door and waited.
"You are late, child," Ayanna said upset.
"I know and I am so very sorry. I could not find Niklaus to bring me here for a while," I lowered my head.
During my lessons, Ayanna teaches me spells. She has me learn what herbs are needed for what spells. During the last few hours of the lesson, she has me write in my own grimoires. I am organizing by spell types. Until most of my training is done, I will use individual little grimoires for each type of spell. Ayanna gifts me a new one upon each time she teaches me a new spell type.
I place down my writing tool and Ayanna looks at me. "Why did you stop writing child," she asked.
"I was wondering," I paused, "may my next lesson please be about finding someone who is connected to another in away and finding out things about people without using their blood," I asked.
"I suppose so, although the second one is much harder," she agreed as knocking sounded from the front door.
Ayanna left for the door. As she went, I did a spell she taught me to quickly dry the ink. My brother Niklaus came in and lifted the basket I have my grimoires in.
"How were your lessons today?" Nik asked.
"They went well, I learned how to," I paused.
"What?"
"I will say at supper to all, I also know what I will learn next."
"And what would that be, little sister?"
"I will not tell, it is a secret until I wish to tell."
He laughed, "Alright, now go put these away and then take Bekah to help Mother."
Once in my and my sister's room, I see Bekah on her cot. She was playing with flowers to make a necklace or crown with them.
"How were your lessons today, witchy," she asked smiling.
"Come flower, I will tell you when I tell Momma, who is waiting for us to help her with supper."
We went to our momma. She had some of the supper ready. Fresh bread was almost done and meat and vegetable stew started. Momma was cutting the meat and we needed to chop the vegetables.
"So what did you learn today Cynthia," Momma asked.
"I learned two ways to show other people things I have seen," I said cutting carrots, though I like them not. (It's true)
"Oh, I wish I was a witch like you both, Kol and Ayanna," Bekah pouted.
"Oh sweetie it's alright," Momma said going to give Bekah a hug.
"Bekah!" I cried hugging her too.
Henrik came in and saw us three crying. "What is wrong? Why are you all crying?" he worried.
We all looked at him, then each other and laughed. "It's alright Henrik," Momma said.
"I was merely envious that our sister, brother, and mother have magic powers," Bekah told him.
"Oh, alright, Father wanted me to ask if supper was ready yet," he said.
"Just about," I said as Rebekah got out the bread and Momma stirred the stew. He left and we ladies began our system. Bekah cut the bread into small slices, put some on a plate with an empty bowl and a spoon. (Remember they are wooden spoons) She gives the plate to Momma, Momma pours in the stew and hands it all to me. Lastly, I take it to the table. Then I go back and the process had restarted after Bekah hands the plate over each time. We became a chain reaction. Once all plates are at the table, Bekah and I go to get everyone.
"Cynthia, tell us about your lessons today," Father said after everyone was seated.
"I learned how to show others what I have seen, and in two ways. One, I can only show one person at a time, I need to hold the sides of their heads. (Their temples) and do a spell. The second, I like because I can talk throughout it and show more than one person in one moment. Using a piece of parchment, I drop my blood, say a spell until the blood forms images that can move," I said proudly.
"AMAZING!" Henrik exclaimed.
"Then show us something you have seen," Father half asked, half demanded.
"Of course, Henrik will you help me?" I asked turning to my only brother younger than myself.
"Yes sister," he replied.
"Alright go get a piece of parchment, while I get my blade for magic," we both left at that point.
Once we return, I placed down everything. I splashed paint (basic colors red, blue, yellow but will mix to make many colors) on the parchment then my blood.
"Why did you put paint on it?" Nik asked me.
"So that the images may show more colors than merely just red, oh and this is a dream I had a few days ago," I said before starting the spell. I stopped once the images began to move.
My siblings and I, not including Henrik, are looking around confused. Then we ran and Finn disappeared. Rebekah and Kol disappear on and off constantly and Elijah occasionally. Our clothing began to appear more and more extravagant, layers upon layers for Bekah and me, the likes of which we've never seen be for. Eventually, Kol stops appearing. Then outfits became closer to our bodies and shorter for Bekah and me. Then Elijah tells us to run from somewhere, but I become separated from Nik and Bekah. Elijah and I were each on our own. Nik and Bekah were by each other and then she disappeared. All three of us were alone. Then Elijah and Nik are by each other, 'Lijah appeared and disappearing from time to time. Rebekah was back and appeared and disappeared as well. Then Nik found me and us four were reunited. Then no one disappeared anymore. The last two things were at a gala. Our whole family, except Father and Henrik, on stairs dressed for an elegant gala. Our clothing was impeccable. The very last thing was at the same gala, Nik dancing with a fair-haired maiden dressed in the colors of the sky.
When it was over I brought it back to the part with Momma. "This is for you Momma," I said handing it to her.
"Thank you," she smiled.
"Those clothes we wore were peculiar," Elijah said.
"Cynthia, were we wearing trousers?" Bekah asked.
"Yes we were, and very tight ones too," I answered.
"Mother and I were non-existent during most of that," Finn said.
"Father and I were not in that at all," Henrik pouted.
"I know not why any of it happened as it did," I said.
"Who was the beautiful maiden dancing with Nik?" Kol asked out of the blue.
"When was I dancing with someone?" Niklaus questioned.
"At the end right before I awoke," I answered.
"She was quite beautiful, brother," Elijah told him.
"Yes very, if she had been dancing with a man not related to me I may have been jealous," Rebekah said.
"I would as well," I agreed.
"I wish I had seen her," Nik said. Supper continued as usual. Everyone converses on their day. Niklaus says something that makes Father yell at him. Father treats me and Bekah as royalty as long as we had not defended Nik. After supper, Bekah, Momma, and I take plates and wash them.
Once in our rooms, I turn to my sister. "Bekah, there is something. I have been keeping a secret and I need to tell someone."
"What is it?" she said with pure curiosity.
"If I tell you, you must promise me to tell no one of it until I say so, alright?" I told her.
"Alright, I promise," she replied cautiously.
"Remember how I have said that I feel different from most of the family," she nods, "Well I found out that I have a different pappa and I am not the only one."
"Who," she seemed enveloped in the story.
"Big sister, think, I like horses, sketching, and I have dimples. Who else in this family is like that?"
She thought for a moment, "Nik and Henrik," she said in shock and I nod.
"I found out a year ago and I did not wish for anyone to die by Father's hands. Or even all of you stop speaking to us and ignoring us" I said ending in tears.
"Oh sister, never, I would never do that to any of you three," she said hugging me for comfort. I pull away and look at her. My eyes were still sad, watery, and filled with secrets. "What?" Bekah said looking at my eyes.
"There is more that I learned," I said looking down.
"What else is there, little sister?"
Sniffling, I answered, "Our real pappa is one of those who change upon the full moon, he is a wolf." She gasped, shuffling back scared. "Our wolf halves are not active, though, you must kill to activate it," I told quickly.
Rebekah relaxed, "What else have you learned?"
"Each wolf active or not they have a mate."
"Oh please tell me Tatia is not Nik's because I would not be able to stand that wench in our family."
"No, she is not; otherwise she would not go after Elijah as well. She may be the reason he never meets his mate and activates the curse."
Bekah looked confused so explained to her about mates and falling for a toxic person. She gasped and hugged me crying. Eventually, she pulled away, "So how did you find all this out in the beginning?"
"I will show you," I said grabbing some parchment and performed the same spell as during supper.
"There are Mother and Father," Rebekah said.
"And my Pappa," I added.
"He looks like an older Nik," she gasps.
"Then each of us in front of our Pappas and lastly looks at my side," I drew back her attention.
She gasped, "Wolves are where you four once were," she seemed to be amazed. "Worry not sister, I will help you even more so now, though please keep me informed."
I nod and hug her, "Thank you sister and I believe we should sleep now, it is quite late."
"Alright," she said crawling to her cot and blew out the candle. "Good-night Witchy-Wolf."
"Good-night flowers, and please do not use the wolf part unless we are alone."
"Of course."