magicit was apparently the first that Mazeki had concurred when in her still and dreary state.

She could feel the soft prickling of grass pressing into her clothes and skin as she stirred awake. It was as though her whole world was tuned off it axel. The sky was still dressed with stars, and the air was still crisp upon each breath.

However without even knowing how or why, she still felt like everything was over. As though she had lost everything that mattered in her small an inclosed world.

She had been saved, she knew that as she moved her hand to touch the back of her neck and didn't feel the protruding veins there anymore. However it still felt as though she had died. The empty cavity in her chest that she had naively believed stored her magic grew, now holding something new.

The ringing of her ears was slowly mellowing finally allowing the sounds of the real world hit her.

Her mothers screaming, it hadn't stopped. If anything it had begun screaming louder then before. Her pleas to muffled by loud sobs to be anywhere near coherent.

That's when it hit her, Mikael's yelling. She hadn't even heard him speak all evening since they reached the open plain, however now he was desperate. His voice loud and she roll as he yelled at Ayana to 'Save Him' and 'Fix him'.

A small whimper past through the blondes lips as she used her elbows to push herself up. Her palms igniting the grass beneath and standing out around her as the grass turned from green to grey.

The world was losing colour.

And then as she saw him, it lost it colour for good.

Her brother, wilted and grey like the grass. Eyes shut and dark veins expanding over his body as he laid back with no movement to him.

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. Arguably the hardest to learn, though the easiest to conquer. It was instinctual to witches, it didn't matter how or when, but if a witch was in danger then some sort of wind magic would come to consume them.

Mazeki recalled to this day the look of pure terror over Ayana's face as she threw her backwards when she reached for The blonde. She had refused, refused to accept that Elijah had disappeared from her Arms, disappeared because of her.

Marcel walked parallel the the Mikaelson woman, Davina lugged in his arms as they made there way into the cemetery with fire nipping at their heels. The trio were unbothered by the heat, unbothered by the world as their only thoughts swarmed with Davina's safety.

Her jaded eyes were faced downwards, admiring the tiredness to the teen laid so limply in Marcel's eyes. She was comfortable, safe inside her families arms. Her lips twitched upwards knowing that. Knowing that Davina felt safe despite in the face of danger.

Looking up, Mazeki's eyes fell to the line up of her family that stood side by side in the mix of the rain and chaos. She squinted slightly, gauging all of there reactions to the future advent they'd be watching.

Klaus had a dark and hollow exterior, clearly trying his best to cover up the guilt eating away at his innards. Davina's pain was on his hands, and soon would her blood coat his fingers.

Elijah was anxious, by the way his eyes hooded and his brows furrowed as he looked at them, that was clear. Her brother was gentleman, and a gentleman always put their family above all.

Rebekah was weakened, sad, whatever word you chose it didn't begin to make it less of a gross emotion. Sadness was a weakness, it why their family went out of their way not to feel it.

And then Hayley. Oh Hayley, her lovely, perfect mate. With beautiful features that gods had sculpted, and a heart big enough to engulf those that didn't deserve it. Such gorgeous eyes with the perfect mix of hope and pain, just a swirl of complexity and perfection.

Perhaps she was getting off point?

Her feet came to a halt as she felt Marcel stop beside her, looking over she realized why. The teenager in his arms had placed her hand gently on his chest in hopes of getting a minute. A minute to catch her breath.

"Magic comes with a price," Davina whispered, her words coarse and her lips chapping from the dry air as she stared disastrously at the Blonde Original. "I don't want you to pay it."

The Heretics face softened as she smiled softly at the weakening teen. "You let me worry about that, hm?"

Marcel gave Mazeki a final nod before walking towards the Alter, placing one gentle kiss against the young witch's head he slowly lowered to a knee. Holding his hand behind her neck and back he gently placed her on the cobble alter.

Sophie a few feet away held the ceremonial athame over the flames, feeling the power at her finger tips she knew it was time. Time to get back everything she wanted. Turning she walked towards Davina.

"Do you believe in the harvest?" The new elder whispered, staring down at the young girl who's life would be taken and restored if all went to plan.

Looking one more time over to the Duo that had stood with her through this all, she let a few stray tears slip before nervously turning back to Sophie. "I believe."

It was as if loud church bells tolled in the distance, forcing the world to a halt as the Devereaux woman lifted her arm with the blade clenched between her fingers. And as if everything at once came crashing down, Sophie slashed the blade right through the soft skin of Davina's throat.

The teen gasps as the sharp illuminating pain writhing her, feeling her breath and heart clench restrictively inside her. Reaching up she attempts to stop the bleeding, to return her air, but it doesn't work. No all that's left is a corpse as the teen drifted back, collapsing.

Reaching out quickly, the fallen king catches his adopted daughter, slowly lowering her to the ground. He can see the terror in her now lifeless eyes, and it breaks him.

Looking to the sky, Mazeki closes her eyes as she feels the final rain drop on her face. She could feel the stirring beneath her skin, the magic pulling at her as the spell began to awake.

"After the Harvest comes the Reaping. Their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our Elders to resurrect the chosen ones." The world is silent around them the pleas no answered, the faith they all had dwindling. Her family shares a look of uncertainty, however Mazeki concentrates on Elijah."We call upon our Elders to resurrect the chosen ones..."

She could see it, the memories playing Elijah's eyes, recalling the day of the reaping as Ayana referred to it after. She recalled Elijah's first words after everything happened. It was cold he whispered. "Resurrect your chosen ones... Please? I beg..." The world remains still, as Sophie falls to her knees in despair. "No!"

Mazeki closed her eyes, breathing in the new world smell. It was always so beautiful after it rained. "My deepest condolences." She whispered, looking over at Sophie who sobbed into her hands. "But I'm afraid we aren't done."

Not giving anyone a moment to process, the heretic sped over and slipped onto her knees at Davina's side. Raising her hand up to her mouth, The blonde drew blood before reaching down and holding on to Davina's throat.

"Oro, oro, da mihi vitam, male tibi mortem." The words slipped past her lips as Davina's and Mazeki's blood became one. Marcel made a pained groan, and that's how she knew that it was working. The sinful earns his pain.

Red trickles up and down the blonde Mikaelson's arm, the magic slowly stirring into Davina as it opened up a hole in the wall between the other side and them.

"Come on..." She grumbled, her hand tightening around the teenagers throat.

And then, as if she were a god, a gasp illuminated the area.