Chapter One-Black Magic
Song: Black Magic by Little Mix
Time in Elena's life just went on with her and Damon with spending time with her family. People she knew in the past have come and gone.
Time is a funny thing. The moment you look away or even blink you're on your death bed not understanding where you went wrong, or even filled with regrets. Elena's last thought before she left the world of the living it was filled with regrets of what she said to Elijah the day of the kiss they had under the gazebo. When said, 'It felt good to burn' his letter and everything in the house she grew up in. It echos through her mind until she passed on.
The servants of nature, of the Petrova line heard exactly what Elena regretted most. The Petrova ancestors on the other side whisper through the wind to cast a spell to send their daughter back to fix what she did wrong.
A spell that no one knows existed. One to go back in time. Like a reset button. They, the Petrova ancestors, chant in a language long since dead, stopping Elena from moving on.
The beeping of the heart monitor echos in Elena Gilbert's mind. Her eyes feels heavy. Her mind works sluggishly, while she listens to the monitor. Obviously she knows she is in a hospital. She hates everything about hospitals. The sterile smell, doctors in white coats, the beeping of machines that ring to loud. Hospitals are up there with ambulances, and cop cars. The sirens of each just reminds her of pain. If pain had a sound, sirens, would be that sound.
Her body feels heavy, like the weight of the world is pressing in on her chest holding her down. Restricting her movements in the most metaphorical way possible. Guilt and regret fills her heart the most. A feeling that when she lived her life that was eclipsed by her feelings for Damon.
But now? Where ever she is, now she feels the guilt so much more than she ever thought possible. The same feeling she felt when her parents passed away.
'Am I being tormented?' She asks herself. Like she would even receive an answer any way. Or like she even asked someone to even get one in the first place.
In the darkness of her mind, Elena finds her in the presence of someone dressed in ancient atire.
"Who are you?" She asks the woman before her.
Not getting an answer at first Elena takes a closer look at the woman. She has olive skin, black curly hair a heart shaped face. Elena can tell she is related to her just by her features alone. Again Elena asks, "Who are you?"
"I think you know." The older woman replies.
"Am I related to you?" Elena asks.
"I'm Amara Petrova's mother, so by extension you as well." The beautiful woman replies.
Time in this place, that she was pulled too, moves in different speed of time. The speed of consciousness is what Elena is going by.
"Why am I here?" She asks her ancestors mother.
"To right the wrong." She answers cryptically.
"When... When am I?" She asks.
"To where it all began." Her ancestor replies cryptically.
"What does that even mean?" Elena asks in the void but was not given a reply.