1026, soon-to-be Spain
Ryan Clarke wasn't exactly sure how this new team-up with not-Hope would work out in the beginning, all he had in mind was getting his freedom and for that to happen he had to have her on his side.
She was a bit strange, Dawn that is. Unlike Hope, Dawn didn't use much of her magic and he had never seen her shift into a wolf. Her lust for blood, however, was seen daily. He had to admit that he tried to stop her from killing her snacks in the beginning, but he was ignored enough times to know she would not listen. Definitely a Millennial, that one.
His concern had been the possible results in the timeline, the death of people in the past that should have lived would result in ripples across time. Descendants that would never be born, descendants that could have an impact on the world as a whole.
Dawn, well, she wasn't particularly concerned. As she had ranted multiple times, Time much like Nature had to be adaptable or would simply cease to function. She didn't believe that time was linear, and he had to admit that after hearing her multiple rants she did have a point. If time was linear, that meant that the two of them time traveling to the past had already happened and was a closed loop. It had happened because it was always meant to happen.
It could be right, except it didn't seem like Dawn not to interfere. If this had happened before he was quite sure that the Mikaelson brothers would not have died. Sure, she had expressed that she wasn't Hope but some things remained- like expressions or slight movements, that were just pure Hope Mikaelson.
Dawn had Hope's memories and feelings, if Ryan was a betting man he would say that they had somewhat merged into one being with Dawn's personality as the strongest one. Not because Hope didn't have a strong personality, God knows the girl was stubborn as hell, but maybe the fact that she had sacrificed herself with the intent to die had some impact on their merge. And, if there was a tiny little bit of Hope Mikaelson in there then she would say fuck you to the consequences and save her family, no matter what. At least that's the impression he got from her...
Dawn was as stubborn and as defiant as Hope had been, but while Hope was one to get upset and then get even, Dawn would fight with cold logic. She would control her anger, her eyes would narrow and her smirk would sharpen, and then she would go for the jugular (metaphorically speaking, mostly) without letting her emotions cloud her actions. That impressed him, not that he would tell her as he was more often than not the victim of her sharp wit. She was also much more destructive than Hope, but on the plus side, she was much less judgy now.
Other than the usual verbal spars, they actually got along quite well. He enjoyed her dry humor and her blunt nature, it was refreshing even if she threw more pop culture references in his face than necessary. The fact that she sang pop songs non-stop when she was annoyed at him at also been noticed, his grimaces made her smile in amusement.
They stayed in the Iberian Peninsula for a while, until she had learned the language and the culture. She was a good student, he hadn't really taught many people over the centuries but he had to admit she was focused. They kept to themselves, traveling between villages in the north of the country that would later be called Spain. Mostly to not catch his father's attention, that would be terrible for multiple reasons.
But so far he was free, not completely but more than he had been in centuries. He had to admit he had come to enjoy it.
Spanish was hard but Old Spanish was hard on hell mode. Still, they had time, and Clarke wasn't the worse teacher she ever had. It took her about two years (she didn't exactly have a calendar, neither did she need one being immortal and all) to completely dominate the language, much to her embarrassment.
She had thought her golem companion would have gotten bored, it took her so long to get used to everything really. The human food was tasteless, mostly some kind of soup with bread. The clothes were itchy, and as a woman, she couldn't be caught using pants. Warm baths weren't a thing, only cold ones in the river (even in the middle of winter). People in villages were mostly rude to strangers, normally she had to compel a family so that they believed we were relatives.
All they did was roam around and see the sights, she would have preferred to be in the South of Spain to enjoy the beaches but the north had its own kind of beauty. They had managed to hide their presence from the witches in the region, it would have been quite hard to explain what a Golem was never mind a Tribrid.
Ryan Clarke was... interesting. He called her Hope a few times, and while she understood why (same face and all) she didn't want to be Hope. Sure she wasn't Sofia either, but she had chosen the name Dawn for a reason. This new life of hers was the beginning of a new day, and she didn't want her past (or was it pasts?) to get in the way of that.
They fought, quite a lot. Sometimes it was because of random things, like who would catch dinner or which family would they choose to be their pretend relatives. Sometimes it was because of the time travel thing, he had either read too many time theories or not enough. If he had seen Doctor Who it would have been easier to convince him.
Still, after a few months he stopped being the moral high ground of their party, she was a vampire and she needed to feed. His blood was mud, he couldn't very well become her snack either.
Killing and feeding, she had gotten used to it quite easily. She had gotten the habit of chatting a bit before feeding of her victims, like Buffy the Vampire Slayer but in reverse. The tiny bit of guilt she felt, in the beginning, had been extinguished by logic- she was a vampire and she needed to eat. When blood bags were a thing, she might go for that because it would be less time-consuming but until then girls gotta do what a girl gotta do.
"Are you done?" A dry male voice said behind her, as she dropped the body of the male in her arms. Dawn closed her eyes for a second, licking her lips while enjoying the last drops of blood. Finally done with her meal, she opened her eyes and turned around towards her companion.
"Unfortunately." Dawn replied glancing at the corpse, a snap of her fingers, and the body was on fire.
She was a witch, but honestly, she mostly used it to burn bodies. One, getting paper and ink to write down her own Grimoire was difficult since both were very expensive and rare. Two, sure she could totally murder a witch and steal her stuff (not only Grimoires but ingredients, and magical items as well), but they were keeping a low profile. Three, while she had cloaked them both she still didn't want to use too much magic and risk summoning her dear old great aunt Dahlia. Until she had an answer for those three things, she was going vamp style.
Her werewolf side, well, other than being extremely bloodthirsty during the full moon it didn't upset her much. Hope's wolf had always been a lone wolf, or better yet, a lone alpha. It would lead if needed, but it didn't exactly want a pack. That was fine by Dawn, she wasn't one for social gatherings anyway.
"Now that's done with, I can leave for a day without worrying about you destroying a village." Clarke replied, rolling his eyes at the burning corpse.
She turned faster than she could blink. "Where are you going? Better yet, where are we going?"
"You're staying." The Golem replied, explaining. "Remember your side of the deal? I was speaking with the villagers and I have a lead. But here's the thing, my lead is a witch."
"Let me guess, a holier-than-tho nature's bitch kind of witch, right? If it's an eat-your-face one you better take me along." Dawn sassed, according to Clarke witches used to be even bitchier back in the day.
Either hippie saints that worship nature and try to kill anything unnatural, or crazy bitches. She wasn't exactly sure how they could be worse than the New Orlean coven, with killing teenagers and babies in sacrifices, but apparently, it's worse in some parts of the world. Those legends about witches eating children weren't exactly untrue.
"Yes, and let's keep you - the supernatural miracle baby of three supernatural species born a thousand years in the future- away from the fanatic witch that worships order and nature," Clarke said, with a serious tone. "Don't forget, that my freedom depends on you. Don't do anything stupid."
"You're such a drama queen, I am immortal." She replied, rolling her eyes at him. "And not like there's anything exciting to do around here. I'll just look at trees, or eat a few more villagers."
"That's what you said when I went to the river to get water and returned to a burning village after you decided that getting on a pissing contest with a young witch was a good idea." He replied, annoyed. Even with a cloaking spell, she managed to find trouble.
"I told you, the little bitch mocked my braids." Dawn replied, touching the Viking braids on the side of her hair. Aunt Rebekah had taught her how to make those, no bitch was dissing her braids and surviving the day.
"Still don't think you had to destroy a whole village, you could have just killed the witch and her family and gotten information out of their family's Grimoire" Clarke said, but she could see he still found it amusing. Her werewolf impulsiveness did often amuse him, even if he didn't like the results.
"Whatever, just go. I need some vacation from your nagging ways grama." She hissed, she had gotten used to Clarke but it didn't mean he didn't annoy her more often than not.
"Remember, no fires." Clarke said once more, as he grabbed his satchel and prepared for his journey.
Meanwhile, she was mentally sighing. She was in need of some entertainment, no wonder uncle Kol murdered villages for fun, the guy was probably bored out of his mind. Reality TV would definitely be appreciated right about now, or maybe just a romantic movie.
Hell, she would even read boring Shakespeare to ease her boredom. Oh, wait, not born yet duuh. Fuck you time travel, she needed a drink.
In the woods, the moon was shining lighting the earth beneath. In a clearing, right next to a large waterfall a coven was reuniting. Witches and warlocks, of various ages and appearances, were conveying with their ancestors for a fit punishment for one of their own.
In the middle of the clearing was a young couple. The woman was injured, bleeding from a few flesh wounds, and obviously afraid. The young man was glaring at the coven, hugging the woman to his chest. All in all, it was a very dramatic scene.
Meanwhile, Dawn was sitting on top of a tree branch, her legs swinging with the night wind as she observed the scene from a distance under an invisibility spell (thank you, Gemini Coven, for not being completely useless, even if a racist coven).
When she thought she needed some entertainment and despaired for a good romance this was not what she meant, but she would take it either way. She had come to the woods for a quick bite, but when she heard the commotion a few kilometers away her curiosity got the better of her. She decided to take a peak, but a coven of witches and a pair of young lovers was a surprise.
"António, stop this madess. Leave the girl or face punishment." The old man in the front said to the couple, most likely the leader. Dawn appreciated the fact that her Spanish was finally good enough to understand what the fuck they were saying.
"I love her, I will not leave her. She is not at fault for her ancestor's doing." The young man, António, replied with anger.
Humm, enemy covens maybe? Dawn wondered, this was becoming more Shakespearian by the second. How terribly intriguing.
"She is cursed, to lay with our enemies is to face mother nature's punishment!" One of the older women in the coven declared.
Holier than tho atittudes, check. Ok, she was kind of rotting for the young couple now.
"Carmen as left her coven, she travels alone. She had done nothing to deserve such treatment." António defended.
"She is a traveler, she was born one and she shall die as one." The Elder said, glaring at the injured woman who hadn't said anything yet.
OH MY GOD. Dawn almost cursed out loud, this was way above Capulet and Montague's level of hate. She just stumbled on an epic love story between magical enemies, Witches versus Travelers.
Ok, she wasn't bored anymore.
"She dies, I die." The young man said, his tone clear and his expression resolute.
"Fine, if that is your wish we shall grant it." Another witch said, throwing a small bag near the couple. "Either kill her, or die together. We wash our hands of you, traitor."
"No." The young woman finally spoke up. She scrambled from her lover's embrace and grabbed the pouch, which was probably filled with poison. As she moved the coven grew tense, ready to strike her.
"Carmen, together if we must." The young man said, extending his hand towards her.
"No, you must live." The woman replied, as she quickly opened the pouch and ate the herbs inside. "I am cursed, you are free. You deserve much more than I can give. I can never do magic freely and I can never stay. "
The young woman lost her balance as she finished talking, and as she was about to reach the floor her lover caught her. Already crying, he tried to wake her up shaking her by the shoulders.
"Save her!" He demanded, almost growling like a werewolf at the Elder, who much like the rest of the coven was watching the scene in front of him without expression on his face.
"Either let her corpse be eaten by the wolves and return with us, or be forever expelled as a traitor to mother nature." The man replied, unbothered by the scene in front of him.
"Return with you? Never. I would rather stay by her side until I die of hunger and let us both be eaten by wolves." António replied, with a mad look on his eyes.
"So mote it be." The Coven murmured together, while the Elder nodded. Then they disappeared into the forest, leaving the couple alone beneath the light of the moon. The only sound Dawn could hear was the sounds of water from the waterfall and the man's cries of sorrow.
As she looked down at the couple she couldn't help but be moved.
Just like Hope had sacrificed herself to save the world (but mostly to save Landon) from Mallivore this Traveler witch had decided to die for the sake of her lover. She was a traveler she would always need to be on the move, or disaster would strike. She had preferred to sacrifice because she didn't want to doom her love to her curse. At the warlock, would prefer to die with her than to live with the people who killed her. What a pair, these two.
Concentrating on the pair, she could hear three heartbeats. Two weakening, but still present. Carmen was pregnant, fuck. Right there and then she made up her mind, she might not be Hope anymore but she could still do some good from time to time.
Using her superspeed she ran to the couple and kneeled next to them. António was shocked, his heartbeat quickening in fright.
"Who are you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Someone that can save your lover, and your child." She replied, looking at the pregnant injured woman while thinking of a way to save them both without having to turn her. If she hadn't been pregnant, Dawn would have turned her. But if she did it now, the child would die.
"Child?" The man inquired, his eyes wide from the shock. He glanced at his lover, whose life was almost gone before turning towards Dawn with a desperate look on his face. "Stranger, if you can save them both I will serve you in this life and the next. I will sell you my soul if need be."
"No need for that, luckily for you I've always been a sucker for love stories." She replied, having quickly decided on a spell that would, could... well, that maybe should save both mother and child. "I've never cared much for Romeo and Juliet's ending anyway."
Well, first things first the traveler witch needs to survive until she gets salt and some fire. She quickly bit into the wrist and feed her blood. This would start the healing process, but not knowing what kind of poison it was meant that they needed to be fast as she could die any second and turn. Some poisons were magical and impossible to fix without the right antidote, and even vampire blood couldn't fix everything (like cancer, or curses).
"Grab on young warlock," Dawn said, winking at the man that was still perplexed by the blood sharing bit. She used her super speed and strength and carried the couple to her current home in order to do some magic. Hopefully, she remembered that spell from Aunt Freya's Grimoire correctly enough to perform it.
The runes were drawn with salt on the ground, five torches were put around the ring of salt indicating the five elements of nature. The pregnant, and almost dead, woman was laying in the middle of it all while her lover watched from the side.
Dawn was next to the woman, touching her hands while chanting in Old Norse (might still be just Norse, considering the time travel thing). Aunt Freya had taught her the language, and some of her spells in said language. This one, however, wasn't one she was taught. At the very best, was one she took a peek at. So she might have basically recreated the immortality spell, without the sleep thing. Her plan was to connect Carmen's magic to her own, using that as a bridge to share her life force. Since she was immortal she had plenty of that.
Connective Magic was Great Aunt Dahlia's thing, and Aunt Freya had learned as well. Now that she thought about it, this might be a bad spell to do if she didn't want to catch Dahlia's attention. Then again, if she was already connected to someone would Dahlia be able to connect with her magic? Humm, food of thought.
Either way, this was the easiest and quickest way to save the mother and her unborn child. Deep down, she might be projecting Hope's issues into this. An innocent child, a mother being killed by witches before she could hold her daughter (might be a son tho), an impossible child too.
Maybe she was just a bit touched by that scene earlier, enough so that she would link her magic to a stranger in order to save her. Ok, so maybe that didn't sound at all like her and way too much like Hope. Or maybe she was just being impulsive again. Ugh, too late to regret it now.
As she finished the spell the fire in the torches went out, and the traveler on the ground shot up with a gasp.
Dawn could feel the soon-to-be mother's magic humming underneath her own skin, they were connected now. How that would turn out, only time would tell.
António ran towards his lover and kissed her, tears on his eyes as he hugged Carmen to him. He kept whispering sweet words into her ear, promising her that everything would be alright.
The sun would rise up soon. The flame of hope still burns bright, but it's the start of a new dawn.
Fuck, how is she going to explain this mess to Clarke? Oh well, at least no village was burned to the ground.
The next day
Ryan Clarke had just returned to the village, with his clothes burnt in some places and in an extremely bad mood. That old witch had been more troublesome than most, and he got absolutely nothing from the meeting other than a few burns from a fire spell.
As he reached the house he had been staying in for the past few days (a vampire's ability to compel housing was extremely useful), he noticed the burn-out ritual site near the house and could only sigh. What the hell had Dawn done now? When he's around she just burns corpses, he leaves for a day and she's doing rituals? Troublesome woman.
He walks in to find a young couple eating at the table, chatting happily with Dawn who looked interested in the story the woman was telling. As soon as they noticed him, the couple got up and bowed as if greeting a Royal.
"What the fuck is going on?" He deadpanned, glancing at the Tribrid still seating on the table amused.
"I got a few pets while you were out." She shrugged nonchalantly. "That's António and Carmen, but those names are awful. I'm planning on changing them. Juliet and Romeo are out, but if you have any ideas have at it."
He could only roll his eyes.
A/N: Update guys! Ok, so what did you think about this chapter? We have new characters up and about, two OC's that just might stick around for a long while. The face claims are Tati Gabriella for Carmen, and Chance Perdomo for António.
Ok, so maybe I just finished Sabrina and I love those two. Anyway, since this is a time-traveling story I had a few OC thought out. Not many, for now just these two and another one. I might add a few historical figures as well just because I can. These two came about not only because I'm a sucker for love stories, and because I think the whole Travelers vs witches is stupid but also because to achieve Clarke's plan they're going to need allies. How that connective spell between Dawn and Carmen is going to work out, well that for me to know and for you to dot dot dot. eheh kidding guys, all will be revealed in time.
This chapter is also about Dawn, and what makes Dawn a mix of Sofia (the selfish orphan all for survival) and Hope (our do-gooder Mikaelson). She's the type to kill to eat without any guilt, but when something resonates with her she's just impulsive enough to do something because she can. She might burn a village one day, and save someone the next. She still says she's not Hope, or Sofia for that matter, but she talks about the Mikaelson's as her family because they feel like that to her. The only reason she doesn't say the same about Sofia's family is that Sofia was an orphan, but Dawn will still consider Ravi (Sofia's pet) as her own. Basically, she's possessive of her things, if they were hers (family or pets or whatever) they are still hers.
Dawn and Clarke have been together for a little bit now, but while they have gotten used to one another's bullshit they still don't trust each other. They have a teacher-student kind of relationship right now, with Clarke trying to be the voice of reason (but he's obviously failing) while Dawn is being a little imp because she knows his attitude is bullshit.
Tell me your thoughts and feeling about this chapter in the comment section down below.
xx, ritzmix