Meanwhile in New Orleans 1:00 PM

Keep it up running -The Noble vampire shouted while the witch and the unsure hybrid helped to save the original hybrid from the Upgrade original captivity-

Thanks...ugh -Klaus says while sighing in pain-

Hayley: You will have time later to thank us...keep running

As they were running, a light blinded them, causing them to lose concentration and fall into a hole several meters deep... Sometime later, they regained consciousness. Elijah, Klaus, and Hayley were fine thanks to their vampirism, except for Freya, who was writhing in pain because her right arm had broken from the fall.

Freya: "AGH I-IT HURTS," said the firstborn Mikaelson as she grabbed her already broken arm. "Agh, I think it's fractured."

Hayley: "Ugh, it looks horrible, very serious," she said with some disgust as she noticed the bone pressing against the blonde's skin. "Why don't you use magic to fix it?"

Freya: "The problem is that resetting it is very painful... Besides, I've gotten used to only using my right arm and hand for spells and magic. I've never worked with my left, so I'd rather not risk damaging my arm further," the blonde said painfully as she tried to stand with Elijah's help.

Elijah: "A little blood can fix it." He bites his hand and gives the blood to Freya to heal her.

Freya drinks the blood and waits a few seconds for it to take effect... but nothing happens. She still feels the fracture in her arm.

Freya: "Owww, it's still broken," she said in pain.

Klaus: "Impossible, it's always worked," he frowned and growled. "Let's try again."

Nothing worked... Many thought it must be magic or some healing block, and they were right. If they could escape the cave, they might try again, or they could take Freya to a hospital and let her heal naturally. But before they could do anything else, a strong blue light blinded them, and they fell unconscious.

Meanwhile, outside on the road, Rebekah and Kol were knocked out with a heavy blow to the head, leaving their skulls bleeding.

"I think I overdid it... Oh, what does it matter? These fools won't die so easily... for now..." a voice echoed nearby, and with ease, it grabbed the bodies of the Originals and carried them away.

Many hours later...

Some of the Mikaelsons woke up disoriented... Klaus was feeling less pain. He saw Freya lying on a stretcher with a cast on her arm and a sling to support it. Hayley was also there, having fallen asleep, while Elijah was drinking a glass of water.

Klaus: "What happened?" he asked, confused.

Elijah: "Well, we woke up here, locked up... I tried to use my strength to break the door, but it didn't even make a scratch," he sighed.

Freya: "My arm doesn't hurt as much... but besides that, I can't open this door even with magic," she sighed.

Then the door opened inward... They had been pushing for hours and never thought to pull it. They felt like idiots at that moment... Setting that aside, they walked out, took a few steps, and found themselves in what seemed to be a movie theater. Then they found Kol and Rebekah, the latter running to give her brother Niklaus a hug when she saw he was okay. Kol couldn't say how they got there; they were waiting outside the city in the car, and boom, they were knocked out.

Rebekah: "What happened to that fracture?" she asked, looking at her older sister.

Freya: "I fell and landed on it, pinning it to the ground..."

Hayley: "Well, now that everything's clear, we need to find a way out. I need to get back to my daughter, but today!" she said, distressed.

Elijah: "She's right. We haven't encountered Marcel yet, but it's only a matter of time before he launches a second attack."

Kol: "I need to get revenge on that bastard for biting me..." he growled.

Marcel: "You always have something against me, Kol. Is it jealousy?" The dark-skinned man appeared in the shadows of the room. "I think I made it clear that I don't want you in this city. You're a plague, and I'm the exterminator."

Elijah: "Marcellus..." He didn't know what to say to the vampire, still feeling guilty for having killed Davina when she had helped them on several occasions.

Rebekah: "After everything that happened, you still want your revenge against us?" She looked him straight in the eyes.

Marcel: "It's only fair. You didn't care to check if I was alive when your crazy father attacked the city. You didn't care about the dozens of people, including children, that he murdered. You didn't care about destroying families and homes because they had different opinions than yours. You didn't care when Elijah threw me into the river, thinking he killed me. Although I admit, it was helpful because now my power is greater than all of yours combined," the dark-skinned man said, glaring at Elijah with contempt for everything he had done, belittling and transgressing him, and even being complicit in Davina's death. "But as always, 'always and forever' is just an excuse to do whatever you want. I'm grateful to no longer be part of this 'family' of yours."

Kol: "Ugh... please, you were never a Mikaelson, get over it," he said angrily.

Marcel: "I was more of a Mikaelson than you. They preferred me over you and your brother, who both spent a long time in coffins," he said with an arrogant smile.

Marcel hit Kol where it hurt the most because Kol knew it was true. His siblings didn't hesitate to stab him in the back whenever he had a chance to be happy. He never felt part of 'always and forever.' It bothered him even more that they included Freya, the sister they had thought dead for years, over the brother who had been with them from the beginning. Of course, Kol felt hurt, but he would never admit it. Why did he keep forgiving his family for everything? If they were human, he would probably sue them or cut ties with them forever. It was the damn family codependency.

Klaus: "Listen, Marcel, you've already won, okay? What more do you want? You've already kicked us out of the city who knows how many times, and you've kept me away from my daughter... Are you satisfied?" he said angrily.

Marcel: "It's not about what I want. I need you not to come back to the city. We've had enough of your nonsense."

Elijah: "Marcellus, I—" the vampire was interrupted.

Marcel: "Enough! I don't want to hear anything from your mouth, idiot. You've always treated me like garbage, belittling me with your microaggressions, you ableist and racist jerk," he spat angrily. "But as always, you've been nothing more than your brother's lapdog, like a pair of conjoined twins stuck to each other... But I've had enough of you and all of you."

It was clear from the dark-skinned man's voice that he had been hurt over the years. It wasn't easy to be a Black man in the 21st century. He always saw the worst in himself and had witnessed racial injustices throughout his vampire years. He thought his "family" wanted him back, but his so-called father annoyed him by taking leadership of the city and always looking for ways to conspire against him. With his white savior complex, he always believed he was better than everyone else, just like his brother—two racist, fascist, ableist, homophobic bastards... everything considered wrong these days. As they argued, three familiar voices paralyzed them. A gray-haired Viking, a blonde witch, and "the devil woman" with chestnut hair—better known as Mikael, Esther Mikaelson, and Dahlia Hagen/Carnahan. The Mikaelsons thought they had finally gone mad or that karma was catching up with them, seeing the people they had killed and hurt so much. They all went on high alert, especially Freya and Klaus, as they still had unresolved issues with Dahlia and Mikael respectively.

Klaus: "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!" the hybrid roared furiously upon seeing his stepfather standing in front of him and alive. It was impossible; he had made sure he was dead.

Mikael: "It's not pleasant to see you in my hell either, boy," he commented sarcastically, which only made Klaus angrier.

Freya: "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Freya warned, seeing her aunt, who had made her life miserable for years. "I saw you die, just like you...mother."

Dahlia: "Oh, Freya, you've always been such a dramatic young lady," she mocked. "And that coldness? No hug?"

Esther: "Dahlia, be quiet. We need to find out what's going on."

Freya: "You be quiet," she pointed at her mother before turning to the chestnut-haired woman. "I don't owe you anything, you psycho old hag."

Dahlia: "Funny, I MADE YOU, FREYA!" she raised her voice. "Before me, you were nothing but a weak, lazy, pathetic girl who did whatever her mommy and daddy told her. Thanks to me, you're a powerful and fearsome witch and not that vampire blasphemy as your siblings, but remember, you will always be beneath me." The last comment made Freya furious.

Freya: SHUT UP, I going to send you again to hell -she was about to burst into anger the firstborn blonde witch-

Dahlia "You can't help me, you can't help anyone ...and you CANT even help YOURSELF -The Chesnutt lady still mocking her niece and love provoke- You will fail as Aunt of your Half Brother daughter with your emotional outburst

As the discussion continued, everyone fell silent as a soft woman's voice spoke. A beautiful woman of Greek and Arabic descent with dark skin, hazel eyes, and long, jet-black hair, adorned with a golden headband featuring a brooch resembling grape vines, appeared. She was Qetsiyah Bennet, a very powerful witch, and as it turns out, she is the reason vampires exist today.

Qetsiyah: "Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Qetsiyah Bennet, a witch over 2,000 years old—" Before she could finish, she was interrupted by Kol and Esther.

Kol: "YOU'RE A BENNET? LIKE OUR AYANA BENNET?" Kol asked excitedly, realizing that the woman before him was an ancestor of the woman who had once acted as a second mother to him and his siblings, and who had taught him witchcraft.

Esther: "It's you... the same witch whose immortality spell I tried to replicate... but it went wrong. Tell me, how did you make it work the first time?" The original witch was skeptical.

Qetsiyah: "To answer that, there can only be one pure immortality; it cannot be replicated without obstacles. In my case, I was only allowed to create it once, but consequently, the spirits punished me. Altering someone's life started this whole mess in the first place. I've learned my lesson," she said with a sigh.

Dahlia: "You must be a powerful witch to have created such a feat. Very impressive," the chestnut-haired woman remarked, seeing the original creator of immortality who had inspired her version of the spell.

Qetsiyah: "Thank you, and I likewise admire your version of immortality with the sleep induction. I also share that I created 'The Other Side' for supernaturals and the cure for immortality that counteracts its effects."

Freya: "Impressive... I would love to learn from you, Miss," Freya said, astonished. She could sense from miles away how powerful Qetsiyah was just by looking at her; she was the reason vampires existed, thanks to the influence she had on her mother.

Elijah: "Excuse me, Miss Qetsiyah... but what are we doing here?"

Qetsiyah: "You are here to witness your future and see how your decisions have influenced your family dynamics and the life of Hope Mikaelson."

Klaus: "My daughter? What does she have to do with all of this?" he frowned.

Qetsiyah: "She is the main focus. You will see how she undergoes a radical change in her life thanks to the influence of her parents. We are also in a small pocket dimension created by me where time does not flow, and nothing will change in your exterior, so Hope's integrity is safe, and she is currently with Mary at home."

Hayley: "Mmm, I suppose that's okay, isn't it... at least I'm glad nothing will change. I'm sure my daughter's life is surrounded by love and happiness," the hybrid mentioned with a smile.

Mikael: "And what do I have to do with all of this?" the Mikaelson patriarch asked angrily.

Qetsiyah: "You are indirectly involved in future events, just like Dahlia and Esther... also, Marcel, you'll be glad to know that you are still protecting the city, and your relationship with Hope is the healthiest in the future... She calls you brother."

Marcel: "That... is that true? She sees me as her brother?" the dark-skinned man asked in surprise, feeling a small tingle in his heart knowing that the daughter of the man who once was his father considered him her older brother.

Qetsiyah: "Correct," she smiled at Marcel, giving him hope. "I warn you of the following: here, you will not be able to harm each other, and magic is nullified... there will also be additional guests, so don't get too worked up afterward."

Five minutes later, Qetsiyah brought into the room Finn Mikaelson, Davina Claire, Camille O'Connell, Vincent Griffith, Jackson Kenner, Mary Dumas, Lucien Castle, Tristan de Martel, and his sister Aurora. The presence of these people altered the atmosphere with feelings of happiness, astonishment, and anger from some.

Freya was happy, as were her siblings, to see their deceased brother again; there were many tears and hugs. Kol was relieved to see the love of his life before him and didn't hesitate to embrace her. Hayley was shocked to see her husband, whom she had seen die years ago, in front of her, and also confused to see Mary, as she was supposed to be taking care of Hope. Klaus looked at Lucien with hatred upon seeing him alive; Lucien smugly taunted Klaus, saying that not even in death would he get rid of him. Aurora looked at her brother and Klaus with joy, as she had been locked away for five years between walls and was finally free.

After everyone caught up, Qetsiyah explained the situation to the newcomers and how they were there. Most of the deceased were happy to have been given a second chance at life and were determined to make the most of it.

Qetsiyah: "Very well, we can begin, The future and the rise (Fall) of Hope Mikaelson...

So there is the first cap of the book, I am sorry for taking so long but I have to finish my college assignments and get my grades, now I am free to write, I Hope this gets all your support, my people

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