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Eliza, Genesis, & Matthew – Age: 14 Years

Abigail, Andrew, & Zachary – Age: 12 Years 10 Months

Anastasia & Elizabeth – 10 Years 8 Months

Ryan & Nora – 8 Years 6 Months

No One's POV

Their parents had been on edge lately; hushed whispers, low words, worried undertones, and an overall anxious layer around the Mikaelson plantation, their mom, Alexis, especially over protective, after all, they were her babies, although Eliz, Genesis, and Matthew often complained that they weren't babies anymore, they were 14, I mean, that was only a year away from driving!

Even the Academy was on lockdown, the Gemini barrier that constantly protected the school had been reinforced by the Gemini Coven making it nearly impossible to cross save for those allowed to, and Stefan and Caroline, both the Headmasters for the school had informed the students that the grounds beyond the school had now become unsafe and off limits to all students; Headmaster Salvatore had quoted safety and protection as the reasons why while keeping it all very vague, but had not said much more other than that, he was sort of a stick in the mud like that even if he was their honorary uncle.

Naturally, the Mikaelson heirs got curious to know more; they were after all, their parents' children through and through and weren't about to let some tiny thing like rules get in the way of finding the truth.

"Come on, won't it be exciting? An adventure? What do you think we'll find?" Genesis bounces along through the brush and forest of the Bayou set just outside the bounds of the Academy, her siblings following along, save for Finn's children, Abigail and Anastasia, and Ellie, Eliza's sister, who was the youngest of the Mikaelson heirs.

"We probably won't find anything, Gen." Matthew rolls his eyes; he was the more mild tempered of the two Original Hybrids, not to say he didn't have a temper, but he was general more easy going and less excitable than his sister.

"Oh, come on. Don't be such a spoilsport! Where is your sense of adventure?" Genesis asks, looking bright eyed and bushy tailed as she continues to bound along through the Bayou.

"We're here to look for whatever threat is posed against the school. We're looking for clues. We need to focus, Gen." Eliza points out, already searching studiously searching for anything that could be of use, as always, the most composed and reasonable of the Mikaelson children, she was the oldest and Elijah's child, after all.

"I know, I know." Genesis brushes off, walking a few paces away.

"Anything yet?" Eliza asks her siblings.

"No- wait… Look. Tracks." Zachary points out, brushing away a few leaves.

"Wolves." Matthew breathes out, recognizing the paw print tracks anywhere.

"Rouge wolves?" Eliza questions, straightening up from where she had leaned over to look.

"Could be? I mean, we're out here sometimes. But- we don't really change. I mean…" Matthew continues to muse; the Mikaelson heirs had been in control of their wolf forms since they were mere toddlers, giving their parents quite the shock at the time, so needless to say, they changed when they wanted to.

"Let's take a picture and head back." Eliza decides. "We can think about it while we're back on campus."

"Already on it." Andrew nods, snapping a picture on his phone.

"Shit." Andrew hisses, his phone ringing in his hand before he had the chance to stuff it back in his pocket. "It's for one of you! It's mom. No way am I telling mom what we're doing!" Immediately passing the phone off to his brother.

"No, I suck at lying. You're great at it!" Zachary shakes his head venomously, passing it off to Matthew; Zachary was a momma's boy ever since being kidnapped as a toddler and found it difficult to lie to Alexis.

"Hey!" Matthew protests, nearly dropping the phone before shoving at his twin sister. "You're the older one, as you always like to remind me! Besides, this was your idea, Gen!" Matthew tells Genesis.

"You're the favorite!" Genesis shoves the phone at Eliza, practically throwing the phone at her elder sister.

"Hi mommy!" Eliza chimes innocently, Alexis' voice finally being heard over the other side of the line.