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Chapter 2: Goddess of Witchcraft

Her heart pounded in her chest as she became lost in the starry eyes of the beautiful goddess. She was everything Medea expected and more. Her eyes could not leave the goddess' beautiful face. Her skin shimmered against the obsidian throne she sat on.

According to Greek myth, Hekate is the daughter of the Titan of Destruction, Perses, and Asteria, the Titan goddess of Falling Stars and Divination. Hekate took well after her mother, not just in beauty but also power, becoming a goddess of the night and the moon. Which did well in explaining why stars danced like jewels on her dress and the moon disc behind her head. Plus, the black dog was a dead giveaway.

She was thinking about her only moments before and then she was standing before her. Medea dropped to her knees and bowed her head before the goddess. "How could I not recognize you, my goddess? It is an honor to be in your presence. Please accept my apologies. I did not mean to stare. I was only captivated by your beauty and in awe. I was not expecting to meet the Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft herself."

She laughed a sweet and genuine laugh that sounded like it came from a gleeful young woman rather than a thousands-year-old goddess. "Thank you, Medea. I can tell that your words are not just flattery. Stand up child and come sit beside me." In a moment, she was sitting by her feet. "I know that you have many questions so I brought you here to explain the circumstances of your death and rebirth.

"I'm sure you wish to understand how it is you came to be in a fictional universe. Well, some individuals have the ability to see across the veil that separate the different universes. Their visions come to them as fictional stories, myths, and legends.

"Yes. You did die in your previous life. You were so young and had such promise. Your soul was strong and your faith was true so I sent Thanatos to collect your soul to bring you into this world. I brought you here as Phoebe Donovan because this small town called Mystic Falls is the Nexus of all magic in this world. That is why many supernatural creatures are attracted to this place. The people born here have a strong connection to the gods and other supernatural entities. That is the reason you were reborn here."

The goddess looked down at her, taking her chin in her hands as she stood up with Medea.

Hekate held her cheeks in her soft, dainty hands, her fingers caressing lightly. "My darling Medea, there is a storm coming. I brought you here with your memories intact because I needed you to be aware of the current flow of time. Hope Mikaelson must not be born, for she will lead to the death of all the Original Vampires and eventually eradicate the supernaturals. You will need an army to fight this battle. You may change anything as you see fit so long as the Originals survive to help you fight in the coming battle. By no means does this mean that Klaus cannot have a child. He must. However, it must not be conceived with that woman, Andrea Labonair."

"Hayley." In The Originals, Hayley was related to the Hollow, which is what allowed the Hollow to so readily possess Hope. In order to save Hope, Klaus took the Hollow into his body and he and Elijah staked each other. After everything she watched that family go through, Medea wished they had a happier ending.

"Yes. The one who is also known as Hayley Marshall." Hekate passed her hand on Medea's forehead. "I know your worries child, but do not fret. You have the power to accomplish your mission. You are my child, my priestess. And this is not your first life in this world."

Medea furrowed her brow as she registered the goddess's words. I've already lived another life in this world? When? She tried to wrangle her memories but everything was blank. The last thing she remembered was being in her old world, watching television in the hospital room after the surgery. Then, there was darkness before she awakened once more as Phoebe Donovan.

"I do not…"

"Do not fret child. When you first came into this world, I knew well you would require your own magical source to draw power from. Instead of having you be born in this time as what you would call a muggle," Hekate smirked and Medea laughed, "I sent you back in time thousands of years. I had Mnemosyne conceal your memories of your life in your universe. They were useless to you and would only serve to confuse and overwhelm you. I sent you to a time where magic was used freely on the earth, where you would have many teachers to teach you magic. Throughout the millennia, you were reincarnated repeatedly as powerful priestesses, all dedicated to worshipping me. Your power is not bound to a bloodline but bound by your soul itself. A powerful soul, born and reborn, creating a link to magic power tracing back five thousand years.

"When absolutely necessary, I sent some memories to you as visions, premonitions of the future. Now, I gave you all your memories because your mission draws near. You will need to prepare. I believe you will need all your knowledge to succeed."

She slowly lowered her head as she curtsied before the goddess. "Thank you for your mercy my goddess, Hekate. I would not be able to live a new life without you. You have claimed me as your priestess and given me your powers. I shall not fail you, my goddess."

Hekate smiled at Medea, nodding her head contentedly. I've chosen a magnificent priestess. She said, "You have made my heart very pleased, my priestess, Medea. I will ask Nike to grant you victory. I must send you back to the realm of man as you awaken. Oh, and your powers will awaken on your fourth birthday. I look forward to your accomplishments." Her voice slowly faded as I felt myself being pulled out of the palace. "The gods are with you, my child."

With the information she received from the goddess, Phoebe planned her early life to be as eventful as possible. She decided she was not going to hide her intelligence in any way. She began walking as soon as she was able to stand and used the wall for support. Okay, it was less walking and more waddling, but it was earlier than most babies. She, also, started talking as well. She made sure that her first words were "Granny," earning a content smile from the old woman.

Although she loved granny more, Kelly wasn't so bad either. She was busy with school and work and couldn't be with Phoebe all the time. Pheobe tried to be understanding of her mother as Kelly was still a teenager and was trying her best to be a mother. Phoebe didn't want to treat her with contempt because of how she was portrayed in the show. Kelly's abandonment was still several years down the line and she understood that being a young parent of two -now maybe three- kids was not easy for her.

To keep Kelly happy and show her appreciation, Phoebe greeted her every time she came home. She tried to reciprocate the baby games she played with her (no matter how boring and childish they were), and made sure to leave her alone when she noticed Kelly's fatigue after work.

Amelia Donovan was also an observant woman, taking notice of her great-granddaughter's early development. She went to the hospital with Phoebe to find out if there was anything wrong with her. When the doctor said that Phoebe was just advanced, Amelia contacted psychologists and doctors who worked with intelligent children to find out more about Phoebe's intelligence. Phoebe made sure to show her reading, writing, math, and language skills to the researchers. No matter how much they wanted to study her, she was still too young to leave her family. Phoebe remained with the Donovans.

August 20th, 1991

Phoebe's POV

Having my intelligence confirmed by professionals worked well in my favor. I could already read and write and do the math so I didn't need to go to preschool. Seriously, being in the middle of a small classroom with a bunch of loud cooing babies was not how I wanted to spend my day. I spent my days reading, gardening with granny, watching TV, and learning French. I was learning more at home than I could ever in preschool.

I was twenty-one months old when Victoria was born to Kelly's boyfriend, Peter Maxwell. She was a cute baby, if not very vocal, causing both Kelly and Peter to become disillusioned with her. It turns out I had ruined their view of babies with my lack of crying in the middle of the night. Not all babies could be a reborn five-thousand-year-old priestess with the memories of a twenty-five-year-old adult woman from another world.

I knew what Kelly's abandonment had done to Vicki. I didn't want Kelly to abandon her children, forcing the same trauma on them as she had done in the show. The only way I saw to do that was for her to not become disillusioned with child-rearing so I did my best to please Kelly. I was the perfect daughter. I never cried, never complained. Everything I did was to please my mother. Perhaps it wasn't a healthy relationship, but I didn't want Vicki to suffer the same ways she did when she was on the show.

I took it upon myself to take care of baby Victoria. We shared a room, so when she would wake up, I tried to play and entertain her as much as I could until we both fell asleep. Taking care of my baby sister in the middle of the night when I was barely two years old was not what I was expecting when my body was still growing and needed more than 12 hours of sleep.

While I handled Victoria during the nights, Granny took care of her during the day. The short amount of time I had to myself, I spent reading and writing. I was finally able to convince Kelly to get me a notebook. I wrote down everything I could remember from the shows, starting with Arcadius all the way to the death of Niklaus and Elijah. I made a table about the things that needed to change, like Klaus sleeping with Hayley. I wrote the things I wanted to change, such as Kelly leaving and the death of Victoria. I will make sure my precious little sister stays far away from Elena and the Salvatores.

Is it wrong that I hoped that Matt would never be born?

February 26th, 1993

But we can't always have what we want.

The moment Matt came home, just like with Victoria, I decided that I would protect him with all my power. And since I was raising him, I would stop him from being just a boring pretty boy jock obsessed with a doppelganger. But he was a very cute and chubby baby. Looking at him and Victoria, I decided that when I was more proficient with my powers, I would teach Victoria and Matt magic to make them into witches.

It also fell to Granny to take care of him while Kelly worked.

I, on the other hand, focused more on what I wanted to accomplish. I was already three years old and I could speak more eloquently than every other child my age. In my previous life, I worked as a translator. I already knew Hebrew and Greek and Latin and Italian. With just a laptop in my room, I made good money translating books, articles, and ancient texts.

My language skills did not leave me when I was reborn. They actually got better, as though I was speaking my mother tongue. It was like deja vu. In my heart, I knew the languages were languages I had spoken in the previous lives I didn't remember. The languages came like muscle memory but the memories and experiences of the lives did not come back. I wasn't sure if I wanted to truly remember my previous lives. The human brain had a certain capacity for information. My 25 years as Medea Lowen were already overwhelming at times. Five thousand years of birth and rebirth, traumatized by the trials of everyday life, would be too much for me. I just needed to focus on the now while preparing for the future.

My focus was on learning new languages. I already knew I wanted to learn the Romance languages - French, Spanish, and German. I was also interested in Celtic magic so I put Gaelic on the list along with Old Norse so I could learn the Runic sealing and boundary spells. Chinese was also high on my list for their purification rituals and magics that ancient monks used.

I was a magic nerd in my previous life as Medea. I'm in a world full of magic so I'm gonna make the most of my life and learn every form of witchcraft. Perhaps I'll become Medea: Mistress of Magic.

The way I visualized magic is as a source of energy. Like the wind moving a flag, magic cannot be seen, but its effects can be. Witches harness this energy which allows them to manipulate the natural world and even change it on a whim. Even without my magic, I could sense the magic around me, like a small breeze blowing before a storm. I could feel it but I could not touch it. I could not interact with it within my body, which meant that I could not use it. Once my magic finally comes in, I'll be able to interact with the energy and manipulate it as I see fit.

Every night before going to bed and every morning after waking up, I meditated, sensing the magic around me, channeling it through my body. In the show, Bonnie used to get nosebleeds and pass out from using basic spells. She had power but not enough control. The magic took a toll on her physical body because she wasn't used to the strain of using magic that a veteran witch was used to. Channeling magic into my body without doing any spells slowly allowed my body to get used to the strain. Like lifting weights at the gym, the more I practice, the stronger the muscles become.

But my 3-year-old body was still weak and underdeveloped. I could not remain in the meditative state for too long while channeling. I started doing just a few minutes before bed, a few minutes during the day, and a few minutes after waking up. As the strain became less and less, I increased the amount of time I spent channeling. Every time I felt the strain lessen, I would increase the amount of time and the amount of magic I channeled.

Bonnie can keep her nosebleeds. I'm on my way to becoming the most badass witch of the twenty-first century.

Casting: Goddess Hekate played by Gabrielle Anwar.

Thank you for reading. Sorry about the typos. It's also my first time writing first person so I wanted to see how it would compare if I wrote the story in third person compared to the first person. Please tell me what you think. I may even make all the interactions with the gods in third person while everything else is in first person. I don't know. Still figuring it out.

I've become a bit obsessed with mythology recently, especially the Greek myths, if I haven't made it obvious already. Please follow and write a review.

Although I know the plot of the fanfic, I'm having trouble figuring out Phoebe's character, especially her flaws and weaknesses. She's loyal, and protective of her family, even though she just met them. She already loved the Original family and she's obsessed with the gods and magic so she will do anything to accomplish her mission and save the Mikaelsons. I don't want her to just go through the motions, through the episodes fixing what she wants and leaving other things she doesn't feel like fixing. So, I'm asking the readers, what type of flaws do you see in Phoebe's character? I'll see how they fit into my story.

Thanks again for all the support.

Later, Jamie.