"Let me sleep

I am tired of my grief

And I would like you

To love me, to love me, to love me

This is the night when these woods sigh

Come with me

There are people who cannot speak

Without smiling

But they would take me from your hand

Or they would try, they would try"

~The Wisp Sings~

...

Sometimes he liked to watch, cast his gaze down on the universe. Just to see what she was doing. To see how she was coping in their absence. Of the two of them he'd always been a little more lenient with her than their oldest brother. Over the last thousand years he had sparingly seen her influence in any of the worlds, sometimes he couldn't even feel the echo of her presence among all of creation.

She wasn't dead, she could never die. Not without his blessing, his permission, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. Nowhere to be found. Just gone. With no trace and no explanation. Of course not that she would have given him one regardless, they weren't exactly on speaking terms anymore.

He never brought his concerns to their brother, instead he searched for her presence anywhere quietly. Eventually she would grow bored with whatever game she was playing and he would find her. He always found her. There was nowhere she could hide forever, time would always catch up to her.

Every hundred years or so he could have sworn to have felt her reappear, but by the time he cast his gaze on whatever universe she'd popped into, all that reminded were fragments. She never stayed long, and she was never caught. Appeasing her boredom and moving on.

Wherever she was she hadn't wanted them to know. Whatever she was doing, she knew they wouldn't like. Which meant that all this time she'd been planning, slowing stacking the cards in her favor. Against them. When he finally found her, after an eon of searching, he remembered something their brother had once said about her character.

Something damning. Something he couldn't ignore now. Something he would have to remind their brother about.

Fate played chess, she was childish and unpredictable at times but she played chess. Not only did she just play chess,-It could never be that simple with her- Fate played chess with two queens. Multiple armies, and millions of pawns. She found humanity fascinating, but she had no love for it other than the part it played in alleviating her boredom. All of humanity was at her fingertips, at her disposal and she'd use every last one of them to get what she wanted.

Which brought a few questions to his mind.

What was she doing there?

Better yet.

What did she want?

Instantly he knew.. damn it all he knew.

They had a problem.

In the beginning, there was nothing. No one. Just eternal darkness and three siblings. Chaos, the oldest wisest, the creator. Death or Time came next, with creation there must also be ending, cycle, consequence. Lastly, lastly came Fate. The youngest, more involved than her brothers, discontented with just watching. Fate, Fate was the most dangerous of them all.

Chaos bread creation, gave birth to Life. Death was the result, the finite. Fate didn't follow order, or create, fate was what happened between the two. Between Life and Death. The little paths in between. She had more control over the universe than either of them ever gave her credit for. More power than them, more influence.

Fate played games, she swam in the rivers of the earth, danced among the creation, and walked with mankind. Step by step, piece by piece. She built her very entity into the natural flow of order. What she wanted , she made happen, consequences be damned. The world was her playing board and everyone in it was just another pawn to be moved.

It was what made her so dangerous. Fate simply didn't care.

So Chaos, and Death decided to punish her. For her eccentricity , for her choice to love humanity more than she loved them. They left her alone in the darkness, sealing off her connection to either of their presences.

Fate would learn that there were consequences, and that she too was subjected to the rules. That her actions would no longer be tolerated. Her behavior was childish and unacceptable. Surely this would teach her a lesson.

They had hoped that she would realize her need for them. Realize the mistake she'd made by choosing to ignore their rules. Instead as if just to spite them Fate thrived in their absence. If she had been simply dangerous before now she was perilously deadly.

Fate always got what she wanted. Now she wanted them to pay.

Chaos and Death would pay for abandoning her. They wouldn't stand a chance.

Her eyes opened slowly, opaline and impassive. A wicked grin etching it's away across the dark haired woman's face slowly curving into a deadly smirk. Hello brother. She could feel his gaze on her after all these years. His cold, calculating gaze, briefly locked into her presence. Snickering silently as she went about her morning undisturbed by the lingering feeling of being watched.

She wanted him to see, just how far off course she was about to run this. Just how drastically she was going to alter all of their fates. Disobeying their rules. Humming a tune she made her way down the stairs going to fix a pot of coffee for herself and the other occupants of the house.

There was work to be done. Things to prepare for. Afterall tonight was the night that the ritual would take place.

Moria drank her coffee in anticipation of things to come.

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Elena in her relatively short life often contemplated the morality of her Aunt. Quietly, secretly, keeping her occasional doubts to herself. Aunt Moria would never allow anything to hurt them, and that was true, but sometimes she wondered what happened to those who she did not care for as much as she cared for them. It was no secret that her aunt was not a kind woman, she had a very low tolerance for idiots. So sometimes she couldn't help but to wonder what exactly her aunt would do if they managed to upset her, displease her.

Even watching her now, stoic disposition and calm tone talking to the creature who intended them harm Elena couldn't help but wonder what would have been different if her Aunt hadn't taken control of the situation. If she hadn't stepped in when her parents had died. If it had just been them and Jenna. Sometimes she wonders how differently it would have been.

"Niklaus, do not test my patience with you today. I have kept my word and you must keep yours." There is a warning in her tone, an unspoken threat that is not lost on the teen. Although she wasn't sure what her very human aunt could do to someone like the original she was threatening.

"A thousand years I have been waiting, a thousand years. I will wait no longer." He all but growls at the raven haired spinner, Moria raises her brow and holds out her hand. Effectively cutting off any more outburst from him. She had not the time to be dealing with his childish anger.

"If you keep testing me Niklaus I assure you , that you will wait another thousand years." She tells him, her tone leaves no more room for discussion or contemplation. Her threat was final. Moria meant every single word. The original took a step back.

Moria walked back over to her niece, placing a hand on the girls shoulder offering her what should have been a reassuring smile. The woman wasn't sure of the sincerity of the action, but she hopes it's enough to comfort the teen. "Ignore him, he can't help his bad attitude." She tells the girl, Elena nods her head slowly. Completely uncertain.

It was at that moment that Elijah reminded them of his presence by clearing his throat. There was a mirthful look to his eyes, a slight grin on his lips as he watched his brother and former lover verbally spar. Moria would win, she always did, those belonging to fate had such a way with words. She cocked a brow at him, smirking slightly.

"Are you alright over there Elijah dearest?" My dear Elijah. The words echo in his mind but he pushes them away, she'd already made her stance clear. Besides this time they were not being spoken with the love they once held.

The Gilbert woman was a spiteful being. Her forgiveness had to be earned. He had to earn it. Elijah rolls his eyes at her, at the whole situation and shakes his head.

"I thought it impervious to remind you both that the ritual must begin soon." She gave Elena a more reassuring pat and then led the teen over to where they had begun preparing for the ritual to take place. Like leading a lamb to the altar, or something.

When Moria handed over Elena to Klaus there was war in her opaline eyes. A fire in them, a waning that was clear as day to the almost Hybrid. She had no need to express the words out loud but she does so for the sake of her niece.

"If you are anything less than delicate, gentle, kind to her as you drain her blood. You'll not reap the benefits of what comes after this. Understand." It's not a question, and he doesn't give a verbal response. Klaus takes the woman's warning to heart.

Even he had no desire to elicit her wrath.

It quite frankly did not end well for him the last time.

…

Dear, Elena

I am sorry how things between us are. I apologize for everything that I have and haven't done. All the mistakes that I made. I know that I was never going to be a good enough father to you. The best thing that I could ever do was give you to my brother. Let him raise you, love you, care for you in my place. Grayson was always meant to be your father, and I will never try to take that mantle from him. But, there is a part of me that cannot help but want to protect you. Save you. Keep you safe from all the horrible monsters in this world that mean you harm.

I don't have long left. Cancer, stage four. I've known for a while, it's why I came back. And coming back made me realize that you aren't being cared for the way that Grayson and Miranda would have wanted. The way I wanted for you. I am so sorry. I wish there was more that I could do… I know what I can do, what last thing I can do to keep you safe.

Moria… my sister… she isn't who she used to be. Elena, please… she cannot be trusted. Moria has changed. She's not keeping your best interest in mind any longer. Something dark has settled in her heart. She's not the same. She's not good anymore.

Elena I beg you, my last request as your father. Do not trust her. Moria can so longer be trusted. She's dangerous.

She's too dangerous….

I love you…

Please be smart.

~ John

Elena held the letter from her biological father in her hands. It had only been a few days since the ritual and John's sudden death. She'd only found this letter this morning when she was cleaning out her dresser. The uneasy feeling from days before started rising in her chest, footsteps could be heard coming down the hall and she shoved the letter under her pillow.

"Are you ready?" There her aunt stood in the doorway, eyes rimmed red, voice slightly broken. Elena couldn't comprehend what was going on here. She couldn't understand what John had tried to warn her of.

And yet at the same time she couldn't shake the uneasiness she felt in her heart even now as she looked at her obviously grieving aunt. Her always so controlled aunt who now looked like it was taking everything in her not to fall apart. Control slowly started to slip away.

"Yes I'm ready." Elena grabs her phone from the nightstand and follows her aunt down the hall. Watching her closely as they walk. John's warning rang in her ears.

Moria is dangerous. She can't be trusted.

…

They have a problem.

A big problem. Fate was playing games, toying with the natural order, how things should be. He clenched his jaw, squared his shoulders. Their older brother wasn't going to be pleased.

He rarely was.

Chaos made humanity for her. Because he loved her, because she had been so unhappy beforehand, and he just wanted to see her smile again. He never expected their sister to love humanity more than she did them. Be more fascinated by the mortals, so fascinated that she stopped seeking them out to entertain her. Their brother hadn't taken the rejection kindly, hadn't taken it lightly.

He didn't smile anymore. Didn't do much of anything. After he turned his back to her, Chaos wasn't the same.

Fate had always been the best part of them. The imperative impending step between Life and Death. Without her there was so little connection between them, no communication.

Death realizes, that in the long run exiling her had only hurt themselves.

They were screwed.

XOXOX

Well hello there… It has been a while since I posted on this story since it's just a fun writing project for me. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this chapter! Thank you for reading!

Sincerely, La'Rae