CHAPTER 3...part 1

(Hey Jude — The Beatles)

999 AD︱the new world (summer solstice)

IT didn't take long for Elijah to confront Tatia about his wife's murder.

After consoling his daughter to the point of her slumber he stormed to Tatia's hut. He was enraged, to say the least. Tatia knew he was happy, but her own selfish endeavors relinquished all possibilities of his own joy. For all he knew she was planning on taking Kara next, after demolishing all bonds he had with his brother Niklaus and murdering his love, the widowed woman was still not satisfied.

At this point, everyone knew of Tatia's betrayal but knew that this was Elijah's Judgment, his crime to punish. Because, after the death of Leif, no one had a root deep enough with the young woman to rain terror on this vexing outsider.

Rain fell as the gods cried for their lost warrior, as Elijah bounded towards Tatia's hut. His steps were purposeful, his strides long, as he paced towards her abode. A permanent picture of rage painted on his defined features. His fist pointed against the wooded door, like a gavel against the sound block as the jury and judge pass the powerful hand of judgment against the accused.

"Tatia! Step out of your solitude and face the man whose wife you murdered you, coward!" His voice rivaled the thunder that crashed loudly in the dark sky. Some villagers stayed in their homes, not wanting to intrude, others stood watch in a distance, waiting eagerly for Tatia's day of judgment.

She walked out slowly, her hands clasped in front of her, toying with one another to ease her nerves. Her face showed regret, not for the murder of an innocent woman no, regret for herself, for her awaited punishment. Her narcissism shined through as tears pricked her doe eyes, crying for herself.

"Elijah I- I" she fought herself for a plausible reason, a reason that could make everyone see that she was the victim, she was the wronged. "...it was self-defense! Yes! Oh Elijah, the wench was trying to hurt me! Oh I was so scared, I-" But she was cut off by an infuriated Elijah. He was absolutely fuming as she talked ill of his late wife, his Astrid, her forked tongue spat venom, her true colors showing.

"No! I will not listen to you as you spin lies into your web of deception!" He could hardly look at her, once an innocent, truthful girl now replaced with a sinful liar. "It is time you face the ugly face that shows in the mirror Tatia. Everyone as seen the snake you are, now go back to the hole from whence you came." He started walking away, already fed up with her whiny voice.

Tatia went wide-eyed, reaching to grasp Elijah's tunic with shaking hands. "Wait, Elija-" He moved out of her reach, practically revolted by the idea of Tatia's hands on him. "Do not tempt me further to harm you Tatia, I would rather not teach my daughter such vile ways." And with that, he walked away.

Everyone started walking away, leaving Tatia alone in the dark rain. She frantically looked around for someone that would understand, that would believe her.

"Niklaus! Oh, can you believe what your brother has said about me? Such mean words, how they hurt me so Nik. Thank Odin I chose the right brothe-"

Niklaus looked at her with a piercing glare, his eyes shining with unshed tears for the love lost. "Tatia, I loved you with my entire being, praised the ground you walked on. You overtook my entire person! In thoughts, mind, and soul! You bewitched me into believing you to be a kind and good person. You have destroyed one-half of Elijah's happiness and for that, I will never forgive you. He said walking away, leaving Tatia alone, in the dark rain.

***

1000 AD︱the new world (winter solstice)

They were recently turned, their thought's consumed by bloodlust. Their once friendly neighbors now hid in fear of them, shielding their children away from the monstrosity which was the Mikaelsons.

They wanted, no needed, to getaway. Mikael's incessant promises of cleansing the earth of them grew worrying, and the thought's drinking Kara's blood was terrifying. So, they decided to leave in the night and write to Kara of their sorrow for leaving her and their fear of harming her. They would leave her in the care of Ayanna where she could hopefully live a relatively normal life.

So, there Elijah was, kissing his now 6-year-old daughter. Tears threatened to spill his eyes as he neared his last encounter with his daughter.

"Papa?"

"Yes, little one?"

"Are the stories you tell me real?"

She looked up at him with such innocent eyes as she peered up at her father. He smiled a sad smile as he caressed her brunette hair, saying. "No, these are tales that have been passed down through generations to help young ones like yourself learn." He ruffled her hair as she giggled, trying to pry his hands off.

"I hope one day they make a story about you Papa so that every one after us can know that you're my hero." She said, dozing off into her blanket.

Elijah froze, the tears finally free-falling as he kissed her head. Blowing out the fire beside them which lit the room, as he said, "Good night Kara, I love you more than words can describe little love." And with that, he walked away, leaving behind his daughter, hoping her to have a better life.

But, good things only come to those who wait, and it seemed that centuries of waiting still was enough for the Mikaelsons.

***

Kara Elijahson awoke to the sound of birds chirping, their loud chants echoing in the sunlit sky as she stretched her small arms above her head. Kara was truly growing into a beautiful young girl, inheriting her mother's beautiful looks and her father's alluring charm. Though, it seemed that young Kara received her father's dark chestnut hair that fell simply and effortlessly, cascading down her back.

Her little feet pattered against the hut's dirted floor and she walked towards where her father bedded, confused that she had yet to hear him or his siblings. But, all she found laying on his blanket was a single note addressed to her.

Littlest one,

Be not confused, me and my siblings have turned into monsters. The smell of blood turns us into beasts of the night, control grows further and further from our grasps as our hunger develops. Mikael grows viler as the days stretch on and your blood becomes more pungent as I slowly slip to insanity. Do not hate me Kara for the evil Mikael and Esther have created do not spend the rest of your days drowning yourself in self-hatred for a fault of my own. We have become villains in the stories of people who once thought of us as friends, as family, we do not wish to write you as the evil we've become when you are meant to be more. I love you little love, and that is why we must leave, to give you a life you cannot live with us there.

Please forgive me,
Papa

Tears stung her eyes threatening to spill as she read the words her father wrote, a wretched sob escaping her throat. The young girl did not understand why her papa left her. It confused her, he had promised her after her mother's untimely demise that he wouldn't leave. So why was he leaving now? Why was he choosing now? Did she do something wrong? He said not to blame herself, said not to hate herself. Yet, her heart still constricted in pain for the love lost in the heart of her father. She could never find it in herself to hate Elijah, hate his actions, yes, but to hate him? It was unheard of for the young Mikaelson.

She knew he was leaving for her own good. They had tried to hide what that had become from her, especially Kol and Elijah, but she saw them, she saw the veins that protruded under their eyes as the smell of blood wafted under their heightened senses, how their eyes become animalistic almost, how fangs grew under their sensitive gums. She knew and yet, she didn't feel any different about them. They were still the same people who tucked her into bed, consoled her when she was sad or scared, and played with her when no one else would, they were still her family.

***

1015 AD︱the new world (winter solstice)

As much as she wished to stop it, an ill will towards her father started to grow, an estrangement began to arise as a father's bond with his daughter started to fall. She started to despise the man who left her in the care of the same villagers who came to hate the Mikaelson siblings and herself by association. Even with the 'monsters' gone, the people of the new world still ostracized Kara.

The same people who gave them kindness with outstretched hands, now closed the door to the young girl, leaving her alone in the dark.

Ayana was the only person who took the young Mikaelson in, nurturing her in a motherly way. She fed her, clothed her, gave her a home, and yet, it would never feel like home for Kara. Home for her was her father hugging her after training in the forest, home was Niklaus teaching her how to make different pigments, it was Rebekah braiding flowers into her hair, it was Kol playing games with her in the woods, it was Finn telling her stories of lore, it was Henrik following her everywhere. Home was with the Mikaelsons, and that was ripped away from her.

Kara wanted to just run away. She wanted to find the Mikaelsons, because no matter how much loathe she held in her heart, she could never hate them. No one would care where she went, as long as she was gone the villagers would happy. She only needed to worry about Ayana, the woman grew an attachment to the young girl over her time caring for her. Especially after Ayana found out about the girls' magical abilities.

The ancestors called her an abomination, a magical abomination. 'The child is a leech', they said, 'she steals from others to create her own'. But, Ayana wouldn't hear it, 'Kara has done no wrong', she argued back, 'her magic allows her to survive. You only fear the power she has to overthrow you'. She mostly siphoned power from Ayana and figuring out how to control it. The elder witch gave her a necklace, saying that it would give Kara magic to siphon from.

She felt ready to leave. It was the eve of her 21st birthday and was ready to leave behind the village, to leave behind all the bad memories. Ayana didn't know of her plans to escape, and Kara didn't want to find out how she would react. She had written her a letter, filled with endless apologies and countless signs of gratitude. However, before the 21-year-old could make it out the door she was interrupted.

"I would think after 14 years, you'd at least say goodbye." Ayana had walked out, a thin cloak wrapped about her person as she smiled slightly.

"You weren't exactly to know Ayana." Kara said, sighing. This is exactly what she had feared, a tearful goodbye with the woman that practically became family.

"I at least deserve a sincere goodbye Kara. One in person, not one written on paper."

"You and I both know that you wouldn't have allowed me to leave if I had told you." Kara said, tears already escaping her eyes. Ayana was such an important person in her life, Elijah may have been present for her first words but Ayana was a part of so much more. She experienced Kara's first love, her first heartbreak, her first spark of magic everything.

"Oh little one," she said, tutting slightly in her speech as she placed her hands atop Kara's shoulders. "Why would I let you leave without a parting gift, without a goodbye?" As she spoke Kara felt herself get more emotional, furiously wiping away the tears. But, before she could even muster a reply, Ayana started muttering a spell in a dialect Kara could not understand. She slowly fell to the ground as the elder witch looked at her with sorrowful eyes. She placed the young Mikaelson on a boat that was set to leave for Russkaya Pravada, a separation from Kievan Rus before placing a sweet and chaste kiss on the young girl's forehead.

"Forgive me little one, ek elska þik." She said, watching as the ship sailed away with Kara Mikaelson.

***

1016 AD︱russkaya pravada

Kara Elijahson didn't have much to her name. In fact, she had nothing to her name. No one knew who she was, no one knew her father, her aunt, her uncles, they just knew her as the poor girl who arrived by boat but, no one ever helped the young girl. The language barrier was quite difficult you see, whenever she would speak with them they would simply respond with 'Не съвѣдаѭ'. Kara had tried to understand the people of Kievan Rus, but the endeavor proved to be quite difficult. She slowly gained a knowledge of what they spoke, but the barrier between still stood.

The people there were nice, Lada and her husband Zhdan opened up their home to her, in the promise that she would work for them. She mostly did work in the home, seeing as Lada was pregnant, and helped around Zhdan's stables. The young Mikaelson thought she had found a new place to call home. But, alas, fate seemed to never tire from dealing her a gruesome hand.
There was a man in the village, Stanislav, he was a greedy and cruel man. However, no one had any power to stop him. He was the son of the village leader, Radomir, who was a kind man, but a blind one. He could never see past his son's lies and deceptions, so he continued to rein terror over the people of Russkaya Pravada.

Stanislav had taken a liking towards Kara, finding her to be an exotic beauty. She wasn't like his other conquests, no, she was a spitfire, she also contrasted harshly to the other women he bedded. So, by default, she was his for the taking.

One day, he had decided he had done enough waiting. He had snuck out during the night, going towards where he knew Kara slept. And, whilst she was asleep and drowsy, bedded her. She hand woken up twice during his putrid conquest, and each time he had knocked her unconscious. Kara had woken the next morning to blooded sheets and a feeling of violation and disgust.

She immediately went towards Stanislav, spitting venom towards him as onlookers watched. But, her screams of accusation did not go far, as Radomir had stopped her immediately, telling her that an innocent man should not be spoken to in the way she was speaking. Kara had gone to bed that night in utter defeat, her day filled with pity looks from other villagers and menacing glares from Stanislav and his friends. She slept with a knowledge that better days were to come, that a new tomorrow was arising. But, all happy thoughts were ceased when the reason for her turmoil entered her room once more, this time with his friends.

They took her outside, into the neighboring forest, she was thrashing about but no screams escaped her lips, for a hand was wrapped about her mouth. They bound her hands and feet together with course rope, tying her against a tree. The men then began throwing kicks and punches her way, spitting on her as disgusting words were yelled at her. They didn't stop until the rising sun shone when she was covered in bruises and was covered in blood. Her right eye was swollen shut and her lip was busted open. Kara could barely stand when they had untied her, laughing as the girl fell to her hands and knees. But, as Stanislav picked her up by her forearm something odd happened. A strange red glow emitted from her arm as the man screamed in pain, and as he laid on the floor, sweating and panting, Kara's entire body seemed to heal, save for a few cuts and bruises.

The boys scrambled away screaming,

"vedmak! Vedmak!"

Their fearful cries echoed through the trees as some villagers ran into the clearing. Kara could not tell what they all were saying, only catching 'witch' and 'punished'. She saw Lada and Zhdan run towards the center of the crowd, begging for mercy to be bestowed upon the young Mikaelson.

Kara felt a feeling of dread filled her person as she saw Radomir turn towards her as one word leaves his mouth.

"Banished." She froze, why was she being banished? In the new world, witches were respected, they were praised for their connection to nature, and here she was, being reprimanded for something she could not control.

Stanislav had a crazed grin plastered on his face, as he looks towards Kara. She was making his life difficult, her sexual prowess was only outward to him. The girl did not fulfill his sexual fantasies as he wished and then had the audacity to make him look bad in front of his father. She didn't even have a father of her own, 'a worthless bastard' he thought to himself.

Kara could not speak, her thoughts frozen in time as people began to leave. They wanted to help her, they really did, but if they spoke out they could be given the same fate as the innocent Mikaelson girl. Stanislav passed her, purposely bumping his shoulder against her shoulder as he spoke. "Dóbrago putí vedmak." Malice coated his words as he spat in her face, his yellowed teeth-baring against her cheek.

She was hauled to a small boat, enough to hold at least 20 people, different people echoing the boys' words to her. "Otidí vedmak!" Before the boat was pushed into the water, to send her to her inevitable death, she finally screamed out, "Ostáwi-mja wŏ-pokóji! Stóji!" At this point she was desperate, the water began to shallow as she drifted further and further into the unforgiving waters. "Sŏ-Bógŏmĕ vedmak!" Kara heard echo through the fogged air as she floated away.

***

1016 AD︱middle of the ocean

It had been months since Kara had last seen civilization. She had run out of food days prior, she drunk the last drop of alcohol days ago and she was practically waiting for death to accept her with open arms. She could feel herself rotting away, a prepared dead body. Her skin was burnt and dry, and as the winter months approached her body sported frostbite. Kara was also starting to hallucinate, whether it be her father, her mother, or her aunt and uncles, the youngest Mikaelson's mind seemed to think this was a bloody family reunion.

The hallucinations said pretty standard things, 'your mother's death is your fault' 'we left you because you're an incorrigible child', stuff like that. She never let it get to her because even if her father was a complete asshole for leaving her, he told her to move one and she keeps her promises, unlike some people.

She lay looking towards the sun, the frosty air was beginning to get to her seeing as she was wearing summer attire and nothing was lying around to warm herself with. Her skin was tinting into a pale white, with small pigments of blue on her lips. Her breathing grew shallow as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She wanted the last thing she saw to be a sun she and her father could both see because even though she hated his actions, she could never hate him.
So, Kara Mikaelson laid there, letting out her last breathe as death overtook her body. She died with no hate in her heart for Elijah Mikaelson.

Little did Kara know, the spell Ayana cast on her would deal her the same fate her family was given.

KOREY SPEAKS !

Life enjoys punching Kara in the face <3