I leapt into the air, enchanted sword brimming with all my magic above my head. The dragon's mouth glowed a yellow orange and a stream of flames shot out like a geyser.

Holding my breath I let the flames wash over me as I siphoned the beast's flames as they licked my skin leaving my pale flesh raw and steaming the magic. I took from the flames keeping me protected from the dragon's fire. I used the pain and anguish and drew the red blade down on its face.

"GAAAAAAAA!" I roared using every last muscle and movement to give my swing more power.

I heard the snap before I saw it. I moved my head to the left only to have the air ripped from my lungs from the force of the dragons roar.

I skidded back twenty feet off the edge of the mountain flipping in the air until I drove what remained of my supposedly indestructible blade into the ground.

I could only hear ringing. I held on to my blade's handle as I hugged the wall my knees shaking and felt weak.

Seething I siphoned the smallest amount of magic from the sword to heal my ears and dull the pain that I didn't want to think about.

Climbing back to the edge I saw the dragon holding its left eye with its clawed hand as blood streamed onto the rocky floor of the flattened mountain top.

Climbing up and holding my broken crimson blade I charged the dragon filled with a calm wrath I ran at it with everything I had. When it noticed me it let out a blast of flames at me the flames hotter then before but I didn't care. Gritting my teeth and protecting my eyes I continued my charge until I heard something and saw it's figure in the flames I slid once more on sharp ragged rocks, feeling it digging into my back I saw its tail sweeping a hairs breath away as a spike on it's tail kissed the tip of my nose before its clawed hand swiped lower hitting a foot behind my head sending an explosion of rock everywhere as I felt it on the cut flesh of my back. I kept my focus and rolled when I saw it's pale underside above me I jumped up with half my sword cutting through soft scales and flesh and sliding through bone until it struck the beating muscle in its chest. The dragon letting out a choked breath as it's full weight was falling on me. I dug deep widening my stance and siphoning the magic in the blade I manage to push the dragon to the side instead of on top of me.

I almost felt ready to sleep for a week only to look at upper half of my brother's - my brother's corpse behind the dragon. Walking around the dragons head I walk as slow as I can. The wind feeling colder the closer I got to him. The black haired boy barely 13 springs old lay there unmoving, eyes open.

Blue eyes look at me with horror as she screams even with curly blonde locks in her mouth as she reaches out for me from the hooded witch carrying her away into the cold dark forest.

"FINN!" She screams and the image shatters,

as the snowy clearing is replaced by mountain and hot knives dig into my leg from thigh to ankle I look down to see the monster's glowing orange eye glaring at me as it clamped down on my left leg I fell to the ground as it's teeth clenched on it slicing bone like butter and tugged.

"Ahhhh!" I choked out in pain as the dragon started getting to its feet raising me in the air by my leg I focused on the dragon willing to inflict raw pain on it. I felt it's jaw loosing on my leg as I started sliding.

Then I was baptized in fire. When the dragon let out a breath the pain was beyond imagining as one second I saw flames and the next my eyes were opening, looking down at gravel I tried moving my head but it was slow like lead. Looking up at Henrick I used my chin to crawl to him with my black right hand digging into rock to pull me forward with every movement my hand cracked oped to show cooking flesh and exposed black bone.

I couldn't feel my legs and my left arm wouldn't move. I continued crawling to- Freya?

She needed me.

I called out to her but nothing came out so I continued crawling. My vision blurred as I dug my chin onto the hard burnt rock towards him. Henrick, little Henrick who I looked after every full moon to make sure he didn't run out with Niklaus.

To prevent our family from falling apart. Reaching for Freya's hand the air in my lungs is torn from me as I can't move anymore.

I try to get up but nothing moved as my hand falls limply on Henrick. Everything gets colder- so- so cold, and quiet. I can't hear anything my eyes starts falling and all I can see is Freya. The pain is gone and I see my big sister smiling at me for the first time in two decades.

Then crying from behind me I see Elijah and Klaus standing tall and unfeeling besides the occasional trembling and their eyes wet with unshed tears.

Mikel there holding mother as she sobbed freely letting out a hiccup with every breath just to continue crying. As pain mingled with pain on his face but stood strong regardless.

Kol stood closest to the pyre tears flowing endlessly but silent none the less.

Then little Bekah sat by a tree tears and pain- so much pain and grief in her bloodshot eyes crying without end as Nicklaus went to her side and dropped to his knees and held her tight.

I look back to my sister smiling warmly as she faded life fog and with panic I go to chase her but stop once more looking towards my family and then where Freya stood. "I will save you Freya." I swear to her.

My eyes snap open. Pain surges through me, the vision quickly fading as the dragon pulls it's talon out my back and paralyzed I go deep and use every last drop of magic I have.

I utter a word as I heated the dragon roar and my body shake from the tremble caused by its heavy footsteps.

[Heim}

And my reserves of magic were left bone dry as my brother's corpse and me left the mountain of blood and rock and instead we were on soft dirt and grass.

Everything swayed- my vision blurred as everything grew dark. A shrick and a shout was all I heard. Then darkness.

"MOTHER!"

My eyes opened seeing mother's slave preparing a ritual as mother moved her hand and a naked woman in her twenties was dragged through the dirt.

Fire erupting from her throat and with a flick of a finger the girls jaw was snapped shut with so much force teeth shattered and her lips exploded into gore as she was thrown telekinetically onto a wooden stand above me. She was forced to kneel and her hands on two posts on either side forcing he to stretch her hands out to hold them.

Mikel and Elijah climbed onto the stand with tools as the walked on either side of her the pulled out thick nails and their axes.

Putting the tip of the nail on the woman's skin it flowed a light blue. Then like it was practiced they struck the nails into her hands.

Blood dribbled down the posts and into a bowl while the woman screamed with every strike until her hands were pinned to the poles of wood.

Kol appeared from somewhere expression cold as he tied a noose around her neck then jumped down placing the other end on my chest above the gaping hole.

Kol and mother started chanting. The clouds darkened and the wind blew stronger as the girl thrashed as her noose started glowing gold then a black fluid started crawling along it my eyes closed before it made it to me.

When I opened my eyes again I could breath easily, I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I was hot and sweaty looking down I saw the reason. I was buried under furs.

Moving them off until I saw bare skin. I expected a scar or worse instead there was a blue web like scar originating from my sternum and across my chest and down to my stomach.

Then I realized the amount of magic inside me. With every breath- with every beat of my heart more magic then I've ever felt just appeared. As I started siphoning the blue scar started glowing a dark purple and with the more I siphoned the more I wanted. The fear of running out was there but it never did.

Then the smell of smoke hit me. Carefully I tried sitting up using the wall to sit up I moved moved a wooden box out of the way.

Then I saw my family around a pyre with Henrick at the top with the naked dragon woman still in the same spot with her legs contorted and her back cut open, ribs spread as the stand was gone so she was held up by the glowing nails in her hands.

Still breathing.

I fell back into my cot the pain ignored as I sat back. Time must have passed as everyone came and embraced me grateful on my survival. Elijah informing me mother managed to keep me alive when the dragon flew in full of rage and ready to kill me and everyone in the village.

And that it's rage and power paled in comparison to mother who tore the thing apart and back together in all sorts of way like playing with clay all the while keeping her alive and aware.

How my heart and lungs were destroyed, how my heart was replaced by the dragons and mother still kept her alive taking her time to break the woman in ways that have redefined the meaning of the word sadistic.

I laid there for days my strength slowly returned as time passed and I healed.

But my failure stayed with me as once more I failed and another sibling was gone. When father vanished for a week with Elijah and Nicklaus and they returned with all sorts of beasts killed by mother's enchanted gear as she went back to the area we use to butcher animals.

Then one night at the dead of night mother walked in with a glass bottle filled with wine and father right behind her with his sword drawn. She placed the top of the bottle in my lips and raised it making the thick metallic taste pour down my throat. I couldn't fight it, I didn't even try to it was just going down my throat as smooth as silk despite my disgust for the taste when I felt the magic inside it, before I could even think cold steel pierced my heart and my head lolled back eyes closing as everything faded into darkness.