Slaves of Greece
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"To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them: but they fear it as if they knew quite well that it was the greatest of evils. And what is this but that shameful ignorance of thinking that we know what we do not know?"

Socrates

"What do you want to know?" asked the Oracle.

It was a dark night and a nasty chill was in the air. The Oracle was dressed in a long cloak so you couldn't see her face. She had a beautiful and dreamy voice that pulled you in. Amara stood before the oracle with fear wracking through her body. She'd just run away from her master in Athens and she desperate to never go back. Amara had never known her parents so she was quite alone in the world.

"I wish to know about my future" Amara demanded.

The oracle's cloak was a deep purple and her hands was decorated in some ancient pattern that Amara didn't recognise. She didn't respond right away, she appeared to be in deep thought.

"You need to beware" the seer said mysteriously.

Amara looked frightened at the seer's words. Who did she need to beware of? She wanted her to go and tell her more.

"Beware of a man who is not one of a kind for he will be your downfall" she predicted vaguely.

That seer had a name and her name was Qetsiyah.

...

Clytemnestra and her lover were dead. Orestes had murdered her with a sword while his guards held her down. Aegisthus was savagely drowned as Electra looked joyfully on. Clytemnestra and her daughter were finally reunited with Hades. Orestes was smiling a smile that was a far cry from sanity. His mother was finally dead; his father has finally been revenged. The only person left was The Jew. He was currently in a gods-forsaken cell in the bowels of the palace.

The Jew was obviously not his real name and he certainly doesn't come from Greece. His real name is Jacob Harel, son of Samuel. He was born and bred in Gaza, Israel to Adina and Samuel. Jacob worked as a apothecary for forty years. He even had a large family once that was until he lost it all. Jacob is wanted for the murder of the King's daughter. He wasn't falsely accused if that's what's your thinking. Jacob was guilty and proud of it. That sharlila deserved it!

He once had a daughter called Idit and she was beautiful. She had long dark hair and deep green eyes that shimmered in the sunlight. Her skin was flawless and her kindness profound. She was the perfect daughter and she was only 17 when it happened on that fateful day so long ago...

"Would you like some water father?" Idit asked her father.

Jacob had been slaving away under the harsh sun trying to lay the foundations for his son's house. His son Aaron and he were digging up the foundations for his new home. They were both sweating as if the sun had cursed them. Idit was wearing white with a bright smile on her face. She was so young and so dear. Her expression was full of kindness and love. It was that expression that Jacob would dream about for years.

"You are most kind daughter" Jacob smiled.

"Do you offer me no refreshment sister?" Aaron joked, "Are you as cruel as a Egyptian?"

"You are both welcome to quench your thirst" she laughed.

The thirsty men stopped their labours and took some water. The water cured they're aching thirst, both men thanked her for her kindness. Little did they know that this was to be her last kindness. A royal carriage was charging towards them. It was an amazing thing to behold. The carriage was gold beset with priceless jewels. The horses leading them looked well bred and looked after. Inside the carriage itself was one person, it was the Princess Sarai. She was well known for her beauty but also her cruelty.

Sarai's hair was as black as the night itself. Her eyes was cold and sharp as they took in her surroundings. How to describe that face? The face looked like it had been sculpted by the angels themselves. It was dark, alluring and mysterious but beware because her face doesn't match her personality. This woman had no humanity in her hard heart- she was stone cold. This woman sat upright with her back as straight as a ruler.

Jacob noticed the Princess' carriage slowing down as it came closer and finally stopped just before them. He didn't know why she was here and feared the worst. Aaron kept one hand on the hilt of his sword; ready for action. Idit was looking fearful and kept near her father for protection. Why did he deserve a royal visit from the Princess Sarai herself? Fear blossomed in his mind for he knew that it wouldn't be good.

The Princess called for the man to stop the carriage and so he did. He then walked slowly to open her door so she could step regally out. As soon as she stepped onto the sand Jacob could tell she was a tall woman and dressed in the finest gold and jewels and he'd never be able to afford in his whole life. All three bowed until they were told to rise.

"Are you Jacob the apothecary?" she asked in a superior tone.

"Yes" he nodded.

"Kill him" she ordered.

Panic and fear exploded in him at once. Kill him? What had he done to deserve such a punishment? Aaron looked so stricken with shock that he couldn't move while Idit began whimpering. The man drew out his sword and pointed it at Jacob.

"What have I done?" Jacob demanded.

"You are a friend of Isaac's aren't you?" she smiled.

Isaac was a man who was rebellious by nature and liked to disturb the royals. He was a good friend and a good man who believed in freedom but it seems like he's gone too far this time.

"What of it?" Jacob asked.

Sarai laughed a cruel and bitter laugh.

"My father was ordered that all his friends are killed to teach Isaac a lesson" she explained, "Kill him!"

The man stepped forward with his sword ready to end Jacob's days. At that moment Sarai protected her father and stepped in front of the sword but it went straight into her heart. She fell violently to the ground as if in slow motion. Idit was gasping for breath and she lay dying for a few more moments and then she was gone. Idit was dead and she was never coming back. Was the Princess full of remorse? No, she wasn't she just laughed instead and that's when Jacob stole he's son's sword and plunged it into her heart.

Sarai looked shocked and then terrified as she to fell to ground and died. The man quickly went the carriage and drove off. Jacob was now a wanted man...

A tear ran down his face as he recalled his past. The locks on the door opened and it was time for him to be reunited with his daughter.

...

Caroline was cleaning Klaus' office while the midday sun streamed through the windows. She was still shaken from her vision and couldn't get it out of her mind. Then she thought of the way that Klaus has helped her and soothed her as she found herself blushing at the thought of her master. He had been nothing but kind to her. Caroline was smiling by the time she was done.

"Caroline" came a surprised voice.

She recognised that voice and she couldn't believe it. It was the voice of someone who she thought was dead. Caroline couldn't move for a few moments as she took in what she's heard. Slowly she turned around to see her husband standing there very much alive. A mix of happiness and sadness burst into her soul all at once. She was happy that Enzo was alive but she was unhappy because... why was she so sad to see him alive?

"I thought you were dead" Caroline said in a hushed voice.

"Come here" Enzo smiled as he hugged his long-lost-wife.

Tears of joy came down his cheeks but not hers. Enzo was confused and very upset. Why was she unhappy to see him? He moved from the embraced and looked her full in the face. She didn't look as happy as he was.

"What's wrong?" he demanded.

"What happened to you?" Caroline, asked avoiding the question.

Enzo's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Let's not discuss this here" Enzo decided, "Let's leave before that monster comes back"

Caroline was instantly torn between her master and Enzo. What was she thinking? Was she going to leave Enzo for some lunatic who can't touch her because she's a seer? Why was she so hesitant to go? Did she want to be a slave for the rest of her life? Before they could go anywhere, Klaus came into the room and looked a little hurt before covering it up with hostility.

"Who is this man?" Klaus asked bluntly.

"My name is Enzo and I am her husband" he declared.

Husband? Fear crept upon him when he wasn't looking. The very idea of someone stealing Caroline away from him filled him with a pure hatred that he was ready to let loose on this man. What kind of name was Enzo anyway?

"Is that so" Klaus growled, "She is my property so if you take her you will be stealing from me"

Enzo rolled his eyes at Klaus' threat and held on to Caroline arm as he tried to move past him but Klaus brought out a sword to stop them.

"Your going nowhere" Klaus declared possessively.

Enzo brought out his sword and held it firmly as he and Klaus circled each other like wolves about to go in for the kill. Caroline was torn between the two. She loved Enzo and he was the father of their child. So what was stopping her from jumping to his side? What was stopping her from being happy at his return? None of her feelings made any sense. She was sure she didn't love Klaus so why did she want to save him?

"A fight to the death?" Enzo suggested.

"I will give you one last chance to leave before I kill you" Klaus warned.

"Try it Greek!" Enzo cried, "We Trojan's are proud swordsmen"

Klaus laughed at that comment.

"You may be proud swordsmen but your not too clever are you?" she chuckled, "I still can't believe you fell for that wooden horse trick"

Enzo boiled with fury and was about to strike when Caroline yelled at the top of her lungs:

"STOP!"

Both men stopped to look at her in surprise. Caroline looked visibly upset at the duel and looked to Klaus and to her husband. She loved her husband fiercely but she felt something for Klaus that she couldn't explain. What would she do?

...

Orestes was sitting down in his palace with a cup of wine in a golden goblet. His mother, her lover and The Jew was dead. A smile spread across his face at the thought. Electra was entertaining a suitor at the moment so it was one of the rare moments that he was alone. The fire roared in the fireplace as he stared at the darkening sky. He was happy that he was finally free, free of his mother once and for all.

He took a sip of his drink but it wasn't wine, it was blood! Orestes screamed out in horror as the goblet crashed to the ground. Blood splashed on the floor in a puddle but not for long because it formed words. Orestes read was written and his blood ran as cold as the stone floor. It said these words:

It is against the law of the gods to kill your mother Orestes. You are a cursed man and it will lead to your downfall!

"HHHEEELLLPPP!" Orestes cried into the night.

The guards rushed in to find they're ruler shrieking in cold blooded fear. He would not calm down no matter what they did. Orestes wouldn't listen, he just stared at the flames as if he'd seen a ghost.

...

Dastan and Elena were a happy couple in Persia. Elena was dressed in the finest clothes and treated like royalty which she now was. She's never been so happy in her life and she was happy and in love with Dastan. They were due to be married in a week and the palace has been abuzz with wedding preparations. The servants and even the slaves adored her. Kol was a distant and a unhappy memory for her. Elena was finally happy and she was determined that no one would get in her way.

Elena and Dastan were discussing their wedding in their bedchamber. It was a large and luxurious room with gold and beautiful patterns on the walls. Elena loved Persia already and she hoped that she wouldn't step a foot in Greece ever again.

"We have to decide" Elena chuckled, "What kind of songs would you like?"

"We?" Dastan chuckled, "I thought the man only showed up at the wedding and the women did all the planning"

Elena laughed at her Dastan's comment and punched him playfully on the arm.

"You wound me" he laughs, "I'm just getting something and I'll be back"

Dastan got out of the room and when he came back five minutes later his Elena was gone. There was clearly signs of a struggle so it was clear that she'd been kidnapped and Dastan could guess who...

Kol Mikaelson.

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Sharlila- means whore in Hebrew- don't say I don't educate you guys!