CHAPTER ONE:
MIKAELSON

THE BOW STRING WAS PULLED back to her chin, almost pressing against her skin as she aimed the arrows, her two fingers held the string before she quickly let go, watching as the arrow went flying, landing right into the middle of the target. She frowned, lowering the bow slightly as she cocked her head to the side.

     Grayson made his way towards his sister, his hands in his pockets as he cocked an eyebrow in amusement at her disappointment. "What's wrong? Not where you wanted it to land?"

Lilianna sighed, narrowing her eyes at the arrow before bending down and grabbing another. She moved her head, making her hair flip from her shoulder as she adjusted her bow in her hand, inserting the arrow before raising the bow and getting ready to aim. She didn't answer her brother, determined to get the arrow exactly where she wanted it to land. She let out a deep breath, before letting the arrow fly, lowering her bow and smiling in satisfaction.

     "Grayson." Lilianna hummed, walking forward and grabbing her arrows from the target, placing them back in her quiver and singing it over her shoulder. "Is there something I can help you with?"

     "You can help me by joining me at the table so that I don't have to endure mom ranting all on my own." He gave her a sarcastic smile and she rolled her eyes, but didn't argue. Their mother like to tell her stories whilst they ate. . . only she was more so ranting than anything else.

Talia Stark was known for her hatred against the supernatural—more so than anybody else. But she had the right. The supernatural had been the reason for David Stark's death. It was a vampire—one thirsting for blood after being imprisoned for so long and having finally escaped. And even though they loved him, they seemed to have barely mourned him—immediately going back to work in order to "get justice" as their mother would say.

Making their way to the dinner table, the two siblings almost groaned when they saw files instead of food laying out on the table. Sighing, the Stark siblings sat down at the table where their mother was standing, patiently waiting for her to speak before they asked her why there were files instead of food placed in front of them.

     "Finally," Talia scoffed. "It took you long enough. Listen, I have a mission for you. Well, for Lilianna that is."

     "Have fun with that." Grayson whispered, placing a hand on Lilianna's arm as he stood up and pushed himself away from the table. Lilianna started to let out a defense, but by the time she had turned her head, her brother had left her there.

     "Can't we eat first?" Lilianna tried, already knowing the answer to her question. Her stomach was growling viciously at her, and all she wanted was to eat something. Her mother only glanced up at her, giving Lilianna her answer. She sighed. "What now?"

Talia picked up a file, opening it for a moment before quickly closing it and slapping it down on the table in front of her. Lilianna cocked an eyebrow at her mother and slowly opened the file, scanning over it with her eyes.

     "Why is this important now? Like, in this very moment? Is it so important that it outweighs food, to which I have not consumed all day, because I've been training per your request?"

     "Shut up, and read the file." Talia snapped, making her roll her eyes before doing as her mother requested. Lilianna stared at the file, frowning slightly as she recognized the last name.

     "Mikaelson?" Lilianna quizzed. "As in--"

     "The daughter of Klaus Mikaelson." Her mother nodded, a smirk plastered on her face. "He may be did, along with the mother of that child, but Hope is very much alive. She's the only tribrid. Do you know how much money we could get for capturing the only tribrid to roam the earth?"

     Lilianna frowned slightly. "Since when have we gained money for killing the supernatural?"

     "Since always." Talia shrugged. "You just didn't know about it until now. You're the best of us, and Hope is the best of the supernatural. It's like a match made in heaven--you were born to be sworn rivals. You are to hunt her, and she's supposed to hunt you. Two legacies whose lives are intertwined, without them even knowing about it."

     "That's great and all, but how the hell am I supposed to kill a witch, vampire, and werewolf all at the same damn time?" Lilianna asked, giving her mother a sarcastic smile as she raised her eyebrows at her expectantly.

     "Technically, she's not a fully activated tribrid."

     "But she will be when I kill her!" Lilianna scoffed. "You're not helping your case at all."

     "You'll be there to kill her when she revives." Talia shrugged as if it were obvious.

     "Well, thank you for the violent talk." Lilianna stood up, taking the file of Hope Mikaelson in her grasp. "If you'll excuse me, this talk of tribrid killing has made me lose my appetite, and I need to murder my brother for leaving me here with you alone." She gave her mother another sarcastic smile before turning on her heel and making her way up the steps.

     She entered her brother's room, closing the door behind her as she made herself comfortable on his bed whilst her sat there on his laptop, researching a series of mysterious cases that have been popping up in Minnesota. "How'd it go?" Grayson questioned her.

     "How do you think it went?" Lilianna narrowed her eyes at her brother, watching as he closed his laptop and turned to look at her with an apologetic smile. "Apparently she's located a Mikaelson, who is not only a Mikaelson--one of the most dangerous families--but is also a tribrid. Yes, you heard me right, a tribrid. And she expects me to easily kill her with the snap of my fingers."

     "May I?" Grayson motioned to the file in her hand, and she huffed before tossing it to the end of the bed, allowing for him to reach for it and grab it, skimming through it as he continued to listen to his sister.

     "I know I'm supposed to be the best of us and all, but I can't magically know how to kill a tribrid with the blink of an eye. I have to process things, just like normal humans do." She blew a strand of loose hair from her face, shaking her head as she sighed. "I just. . . I don't know. I wish a birthmark didn't define who I am, and who I'm supposed to become."

Grayson closed the file, placing it on his desk as he looked at his younger sister. He knew how much of a burden had been placed on her shoulders--it was a burden that she's suffered with since the day she was born, and he wish there was something he could do to just lift that burden from his shoulders. He stood up, making his way over to her and taking a seat beside of him.

     "Mom can be overbearing sometimes." Grayson muttered.

     "Understatement of the century." Lilianna scoffed. She sighed as she closed her eyes, placing her head on her brother's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her. "Promise me you won't see me as only the 'chosen one'. I really don't want to become a real life Harry Potter, where being chosen is the only thing that's associated with me when people see me. I just want to be known as your little sister, that's it."

     He looked down at her, before kissing her on the top of the head as he nodded his head. "I promise."