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Willow Bent
While she searched through a grimoire that had always been in their family, she quickly looked up at the two men and the woman standing in front of her. They were staring right at her, waiting. She stopped at the page were she thought she last had read about the myth, and she was right, there it was. She read through the page before she started translating it.
"Time traveling" , she started with her head tilted down, piercing her eyes on the text so that she wouldn't have to look at those strange people, "is a way of endanger the power of nature. It is dark, powerful magic and consequences will be needed."
"It's always the same story. Always balancing nature. I get it, I get it" , the leader hybrid muttered and then made a gesture with his hand so that she would continue.
"There were once two witches who experienced with magic. They made a spell that would take people back in time. The myth says, that they missed their mum who died incredible much, and that they wanted to travel back in time so they could be with her again. That's were time traveling comes from. They knew they had to have balance, so there needed to be some sacrifices – consequences. They had always been interested in the moon, stars and sun. As witches, they loved nature. So, they decided to use their favorite things to this spell." She stopped and recovered her breath. She was glad someone, though they were terrifying creatures, had came to her for help. She had been very lonely for a while. It would be fun testing this spell.
"Continue reading" , they said in choir.
"In result," , she continued, "they used the moon, the stars and the sun as help. This require the exact time for it to be successful. The moon has to be full, the stars shine its brightest and the sun couldn't had been out on the whole day."
"And when will this happen?" , the woman asked.
"It doesn't say" , she answered before she began to translating the book again. "They knew it had to be difficult doing the spell, because of it's way of unbalancing. Therefor they made the high standards. Beside the moon, stars and sun they used a wooden bowl, two stones and water. It wasn't any bowl or any kind of stones or water. They were special and very, very rare and could only be found on one place each, separated throughout the world. In order to complete the spell with the objects, weather and charm, they also needed one supernatural source's blood and it cannot be a witch's." she looked up at them and shrugged her shoulders at their concerned facial expressions. "That is all."
"That's it? It's just scratching the surface! We need to know more. Where do you find the object's? What's the charm? What kind of water?"
"I only have the myth. I only got the story and no more."
"You've gotta be kidding me!" , the woman then shouted. "I want to go home!"
"Give it to me" , the violent man said and ripped the grimoire out of her hands. "A page is missing. There's one page missing. Here, right after the one you were reading" , he said in rage.
"I do not know anything about where to find that page or anything else for that matter. It have always been gone. How I see it, I've helped you enough with the myth. You may now leave, because I do not have more to say."
"I need you to find the page" , he said between his teeth.
"We really need your help" , the woman said.
"When you've helped us find it, we'll let you go" , the other man said.
She gazed at the three of them. Wondered how desperate they were from the look they gave back at her, and gave in.
"Alright" , she said. "I'll help you. If..."
"What do you want? We'll get it for you" , the first man interrupted her.
"To come with you. To travel through time."
"To come wi..." , he impulsive started but stopped himself and like he was correcting it he said: "Fine. It's perfectly fine. Just what I'd hoped for." He looked annoyed and not pleased with the wish at all.
"What's your name?" , the woman asked while brushing the golden locks from her face. She was very beautiful. The two men must be all over her. And it stroke her how they spoke differently, it surely was some kind of accent, but it was so … strange, and not to mention their clothes. So … very strange.
"Willow Bent" , she answered. Proud of her witch-name.
"Sounds just like Bennett!"
"They're probably related in some witchy-way. Let's not hung up on that, love" , the leader hybrid said to the woman and then turned back to Willow. "So, Willow", he made a dramatic pause and let his hands wave around a bit from his body, "you're going to follow us on our incredible exciting and funny and extremely sensational journey," , he said with a grin, but then quickly changed to a cold stone, "but let's just make one thing clear. You will not take advantage of us, nor will you ever leave us if things get up tight and you wouldn't dare not follow my orders. Do you follow?"
He was terrifying. Frightening. The way his face dropped in a split second and that look of evil in every single corner of his eye, scared her more than anything she had ever met. He must be powerful, this hybrid. "I do" , she said. "I will do what you wish."
The man let his dimples show from the smirk he gave her.
"Do you know anything else about the witches?" , the younger looking, more in the back hybrid asked. He had a beautiful skin color that man, and his brown eyes looked very kind. She was sure he was a good man. He didn't look frightening at all. Only sweet.
She looked over the first one's shoulder. "I remember they did a bit more spells in this book, when you mention it. Actually, they did write the myth one more time!"
"Well, don't babel, be so kind and show us" , the first one said.
"Hold on, hold on. No hurry, young man."
He chuckled. "I'm over a thousand years old, witch. But, thank you for noticing. I guess I still look quite young" , he said and ran a hand through his sandy blond curls.
"You lived in this time?" , she said surprised over the news, letting the book remain on the table. Not only was he from 2012, he had lived a thousand years until that year. Incredible. He must had been through a lot of things. Both horrible and amazing. How extraordinary. They sure were interesting.
"I did. Now, read."
"Alright, alright" , Willow said still overwhelmed by all of it. She opened the grimoire and flipped the pages to the very last one. There it was, written in blood. "A making of the twins of the moon. Beware of trouble - it do not do well to underestimate the power of nature" , she said.
"That wasn't what I'd expected. Actually, that was nothing of a clue what so ever. Who are even the twins of the moon?" , the woman said.
"The twins are the ones who made the spell. The twins of the moon" , Willow tried to explain. "Meaning it is their name we need to find out more about to get more out of the spell of time traveling. And if I remember it right …" She flipped the pages back to a somewhere in the middle. "Here it also says something about the moon. It may be the same siblings that made the spell. I think it is. It says: JNEL - the Mud Brothers and Moon Sisters."
"Jnel? What's that? Translate it" , the woman said.
"I must say I have no idea. I'm sorry. It's written in big letters. Look" , Willow said and turned the book around so that they could see it. They nodded as they saw it.
"That's enough for now. We don't have more than this and it's okay, I've started out with less before. It may take a while, but I'm good at getting what I want" , the blond hybrid said and Willow found it amusing how he looked at the woman when he said the latter. She didn't notice. Willow could swear she had no idea of the feelings that man had for her.
"I see no problem of starting right away, mister …" , she started while witnessing his back walking away from her. "What is your name?"
"How rude" , he said while still walking towards the door. He turned his head around right before he went out, and said: "I'm Niklaus Mikaleson, and that's Caroline and Tyler."
"Klaus" , the woman named Caroline called after Niklaus who had gone. "No time to lose, as always. Willow, take your things and come along" , she muttered before walking the way the hybrid had went.
The one named Tyler nodded and followed he also. Willow took the grimoire along with two more and put them in a leather bag. She closed the door to her small house and looked at it for a few seconds, before she hung after the other three. No time to lose, indeed.