Having dropped off the grid, I became worried over the fact that I lost contact with Davina for a couple of days and it seemed that Rebekah was also having a rough time of things. I considered going back, and it was only several days later when my ancestors began to bombard me with visions whilst I was asleep that I realised things were getting much worse back in New Orleans for the Mikaelson family. That in itself didn't both me too much, but since it was Hope that would take the fall if this Dahlia person wasn't dealt with, then of course I was all up in arms. No one was going to take that little girl and use her as a power battery for the rest of her life. No way.
My ancestors insisted on making me see snippets of what was coming, despite the fact that I had already asked them to take back the gift of foresight since it had become too much for me in the past. They pushed through my boundary, insisting that if Dahlia succeeded in taking Hope, then a lot of the future would fall out of balance, which included Niklaus, Elijah and Rebekah all being killed in their Original bodies which in turn would kill every vampire that they had sired, and that would also impact on the future that was still yet to come. Considering I didn't want that kind of blood on my conscience, and I couldn't hope to save a future I was yet to fully understand, I figured it was time to head back and see what the hell was going on. Considering even my ancestors were twitchy, it couldn't be good, and I soon figured out why.
Dahlia had made herself immortal with a spell that allowed her to sleep for a hundred years and live for one, however her magic had been amplified by channelling the niece she had taken from Esther a thousand years ago, Freya, which was also considered a huge blasphemy and violation of the natural order by my ancestors. Through parts of my visions, I was able to understand a little of what was happening, but also what was going to happen, which included Davina becoming regent of the New Orleans witches and using her ancestors' power to revive Kol, only for his ashes to be switched by Elijah in favour of reviving their mother, Esther, all for a few drops of her blood.
By the time the visions ended my head was reeling with pain and I was on the ground clutching at my hair, the incessant pounding taking away any ability to think for a long time until it settled. I hate these visions. They'll be the death of me one day I'm sure. Still, after I had recovered from what my ancestors were trying to tell me, I could then see a better picture of what I needed to do. I needed to go back, and I needed to fix everything before it all grew out of hand. Dahlia was powerful, in fact she may be even more powerful than me however I had numerous objects I could channel, and in desperate times, I could channel the earth itself in order to overwhelm her, though I was yet uncertain of how I was going to defeat her without killing her, because that wasn't going to happen.
I returned to New Orleans in secret as to maintain the element of surprise, shrouding myself with magic so that no one would be able to see me as I moved. At the Lafayette Cemetery I found Davina preparing for the spell, however before she could pour in the ash, Rebekah arrived to distract her, asking for her help in order to raise Esther from the dead and not Kol, whereby I then saw Elijah switch the ashes of Kol for those of his mother. In that moment, I felt enraged. They were using Davina and her one chance at happiness to act as they pleased, sacrificing whatever was necessary for the sake of their own family.
Despite the fact that it was all for Hope, I could not ignore the fact that I cared just as much for Davina and her future happiness, all of which depended on bringing Kol back. I could see her, see how much weight she had lost, how exhausted she looked and had even accepted the title of Regent just for this one chance to bring Kol back. Considering the complexity of his soul, I did not know of any other method that would allow him to so easily be returned to life, so this may be his one and only chance. I could not let Davina miss out on this, and so as Elijah turned away, I used my magic to switch the ashes from one container to another, returning Kol's ashes to the glass vessel that Davina was using.
She broke Rebekah's legs and her neck after being requested to revive Esther instead, and although Bekah was my friend, I couldn't blame her. I merely watched whilst invisible, silent and still as she then returned in order to begin the spell that would bring back Kol, not Esther. Reconstructing ashes into a body was nothing to me anyway, so it wasn't actually necessary to bring Esther back to life, merely for me to revive the ashes into flesh and bone so that I can take blood from her then allow someone to use the knife Nik had created to finish her off for good. At least this way, Davina will get her happiness. Watching as the spell begun, I could not help but smile to myself. She was considerably stronger than before, stronger even than when she was a Harvest girl, and when the stone tomb ignited into flames before solidifying like ice, I waited until a large, long fingered hand punched through the layer in order to break their way free whereby Kol Mikaelson then rose from the dead, staring around him in shock before all at once, looking at Davina who was beaming from ear to ear. "Hello again love."
"Kol!" She squealed euphorically, rushing around the tomb in order to through her arms around him as Kol shifted, still trying to break free as he fixed an arm around her, burying his face into her hair. I enjoyed the moment, and other than the fact that Kol was extremely naked, it was perfect. Before the two lovebirds could fully enjoy their reunion, however, Rebekah and Elijah returned, staring incredulously at their brother.
"Impossible." Elijah denied, unable to comprehend just how Kol had returned from the dead instead of their mother. "How can this be? I switched the ashes myself."
"You what?" Recognising what his words meant, Davina let go of Kol who was still slightly dazed and confused as to what was going on, frowning at his brother and sister who looked like they were both about to drop dead from shock. "What do you mean you switched the ashes? Did you try to sabotage my spell? You selfish jerks!"
"Calm down Davina." Speaking up and removing the glamour that kept me invisible, I stepped out into the open so that everybody's stares were now turned on me as I smiled at her, ignoring everyone else. "I had your back, just like I promised I would. Elijah switched the ashes whilst you were talking with Bekah, so I switched them back with a magical snap of my fingers." For dramatic effect, I snapped my fingers together as Davina relaxed and Kol blinked at me with surprise.
"What's going on? What's all this talk about ashes switching?" He questioned as Elijah turned on me and demanded rather furiously if I had any idea of what I had just done, so I scowled at him hotly.
"Of course I know what I did. I stopped you lot from breaking your promise, ruining Davina's chance at happiness with the guy she's clearly head over heels for, and helped bring Kol back from the dead, your brother. I think I've done pretty well so far, but wait! That's not all!" My tone was condescending and held no restriction in anger as I continued, the candles throughout the tomb flickering and pulsing with my increasing heart rate as I continued. "I also know how to defeat your demented aunt without needing to raise your mother from the dead, again, which includes reconstructing your mother's body with my magic from her ashes without requiring her to be alive. Blood is blood, it doesn't matter if she's still dead, so really, you should be thanking me from keeping you from monumentally screwing up again and making an enemy out of the new Regent, which by the way Dee, we need to talk about. I'm not happy about you being forced to shoulder all that responsibility but we'll come back to that." I added as an afterthought, pointing to her in warning before I then folded my arms. "So Elijah Mikaelson, we can either stand around all day, or you can give me your mother's ashes and I can get to work."
"Lia…we didn't know you were back. If we knew you were in town we would have come to you for help…" Bekah started but I shook my head, I told her that it wouldn't have mattered, since it was inevitable I would be forced by some means or other to help save their family from destruction, and not for the first time either. I was angry and resentful, and it showed when Elijah tried to reach out to me in tenderness, I rejected him. I was angry at Niklaus, with all of them, being dragged back here by my ancestors' insistence just to fix something that could have gone horribly wrong. I held my tongue from then on, holding out my hand for the ashes and once they were given to me, I disappeared into nothing, like a shadow fading into the background.
I took the ashes to another part of the cemetery where I could begin to reconstruct them into a body, adding the ingredients I needed as well as preparing the spell in a large circle with the image of a serpent to signify rebirth, and a double spiral to represent balance between birth and death, creation and destruction which was what I was aiming to achieve. With fire to purify, earth to give substance and water to become blood, I was ready. My chanting was soft and almost musical, the lullaby like sound undulating with the pulse of candlelight around me. I poured the ashes upon the circle and began to remake the body of Esther Mikaelson, returning her to a physical being that once finished, looked almost alive.
Quickly taking a sample of her blood before the corpse could begin it's natural decomposition process, I retrieved a few vials. One for the weapon, and a few more for future use just in case. You never know when a witch's blood such as Esther's may come in use, and I was still yet to finish creating the cure to her spell that had turned her children into vampires. I might need it. Once having harvested the blood, I then placed a rune on her body so that no matter what, she could never return to life in this body, binding it in death always and forever. My final act was to purify her soul and prepare it to go into the afterlife, but holding it before it could be sent on its way into the jewel of a ring made from silver and rose quartz. The rose quartz was a stone that would help the soul find balance, clarity and forgiveness in oneself, as well as unconditional love for the person closest to you.
It was what was necessary for Esther and Dahlia to reconcile, for I would not rest easy unless I could be certain that in the end, these two sisters would find peace together, and as a druid, only I could help guide their path back towards one another. I buried and consecrated Esther for the final time, wishing her peace despite everything in the past and, having got what I needed, took her blood to the compound where I could already sense Niklaus striding around in absolute fury. Before I had even entered the courtyard he was upon me, with Rebekah having to physically restrain him from trying to seize hold of me as he bellowed. "You have ruined us! Without my mother's blood, Hope will be taken by Dahlia and be made into nothing more than a slave! You have betrayed me!"
"Oh shut up Nik." I muttered, tossing one of the vials up into the air where the ruby red blood glinted under the sunlight. "For once in your life, just let someone else handle this before you mess it up and get your whole family killed. I had a headache for hours from seeing just how badly your plan will go trying to face Dahlia head on." Nik quickly caught the vial before it could hit the ground and shatter, allowing me to smoothly stride past him towards Bekah. "I'm sorry about earlier, but I've had a really crappy past couple of days and it's not about to get any better."
"It's alright. I'm just worried for you that's all. We'll have drinks and have a girlie chat later, hm? First round's on me." Now able to smile, I rubbed my face tiredly as Bekah held my shoulder in concern, seeing that I was barely standing upright. "You really do look like hell. Those ancestors of yours giving you a hard time?"
"They're pretty twitchy about the whole Dahlia thing. They really don't like her, she's using magic in a way that makes it perverse and dark, which pollutes the natural magic which we druids rely on. They want her dealt with, but obviously I can't kill her, so that will be down to one of you guys. I can keep her distracted, maybe even overpower her, but she needs to find peace once and for all, and I think I know how to do that. So, if you all could just forget your own plan and if Nik would stop pouting, here's what's going to happen. Elijah will need to hear this too, so let's all talk over some food. God, I'm starving." Ushering me into the compound, Bekah and I completely ignored Nik as he glowered at my back whilst clutching that vial of blood, but unable to argue or reject my help, he had no choice but to sullenly follow in reluctant acquiescence.