Adrian's POV
Then, with a graceful turn, Esther opened the door wider. Her eyes glimmered faintly.
"Come, step inside."
I stepped in, heartbeat steady though my nerves tingled beneath the calm mask I wore. The old wooden floor creaked softly beneath my steps. The smell of herbs and crushed petals clung to the air — calming, yet oddly suffocating.
The moment I crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind me.
I flinched.
The sound was sharp.But Esther didn't even look back. She simply walked ahead, robes brushing lightly against the floor, her voice smooth as flowing water.
"Don't just stand there, dear. Sit. We need to talk."
I swallowed and obeyed, lowering myself onto the small wooden chair near the table. When she sat opposite to me. My mind, however, was running through every possible way things might turn out now I am scared now, maybe i shouldn't have exposed myself yesterday.
My thoughts ran wild and thinking of every escape route from this situation but can't find any door is closed likely with magic brute force won't work even if it worked what kind of force a 4 year old body can do. Seeing that there is no escape route. Until my eyes fell in a knife near the kitchen which I can see directly and is in Esther's blindspot , should I just fling the knife at her neck with magic if something goes wrong.
If this was a fanfic like used to read in my past life I would have commented that, he he shouldn't have exposed his magic at all knowing Esther from the series and so much danger and should have trained secretly for years, I initially too didn't want to.
But, It's been nearly half a year since I awakened my magic in the forest — half a year of trial, error, and frustration.
I tried everything I remembered from every verse, every fragment of incantation I could recall. Some spells worked; others fizzled out or reacted differently. Ignis was my first success — but I still don't know whether the flame came from the spell or from my sheer will forcing magic into shape like I normally do.
That's how it's been: raw, unstable, expressive. My emotions fuel it, no spell known and spells from other universes didn't work I almost tried every spell from Harry potter nothing happened which means I am still within the rules of Tvd world.
Yesterday, when I threw Doraemon — the raccoon — away with a burst of power, I actually fainted. That's never happened before. It wasn't exhaustion… it was overflow I can't keep my magic in control. I can feel when I concentrate my magic is growing too fast for me to take complete control over it, Like a dam about to crack.
Just like Freya as it was shown in season two of originals and as I wished to be most talented it will probably be worse.
Sooner or later, I'd lose control in public,which would expose me to Esther and Ayana who are witches themselves. Much worse if someone saw it the villagers would come with fire and fear did witch hunting start yet i don't know. So why not reveal myself on my terms, in a situation I can turn to my advantage? Saving Rebekah gave me that chance to be not viewed as a immediate threat less if they discover me later tgings could go bad.
And the most important reason immortality…
That was my real goal from the beginning when I bargained with the bitch godess right.
If I wanted that, I needed the source — Esther Mikaelson.
She will create the first vampires, the modified immortality spell and I believe even if I can't have acess to it I can later reverse engineer or find alternative path to immortality like Dahlia and Freya but I would have to start from nothing just scratch who knows if I would have grown old or something happens in between that kills me.
The risk is high, yes. But I've thought through every path.
I know their natures, their tendencies from the show so they should be somewhat predictable right?
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Esther turned to face me finally, her expression soft yet unreadable.
"I hope," she began gently, "you haven't told your grandmother what happened yesterday."
I shook my head. "No, I didn't tell her She'd have been worried sick."
Esther smiled faintly. "Good. It's best if she doesn't know."
She folded her hands, studying me for a long moment before continuing, her tone dipping lower, more secretive.
"Adrian, what I'm about to tell you must never leave this house. Not to your grandmother. Not to the villagers. Not to anyone."
I blinked, pretending confusion. "O-okay…"
"I believe what you did yesterday was magic and you have to keep it a secret as people fear what they don't understand if they know you can do this then you and your grandmother might be in danger." Esther told me in the same tone as my grandma when she tries to scare me with stories to make me sleep.
"Is it really magic I thought magic is just in stories." I feigned curiosity.
She didn't answer but the fruits on the table started floating around.
I met her gaze, letting just enough awe mix with fear. "You're… a witch too?"
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Meanwhile… in the Woods
The morning mist still clung to the forest floor as the sound of footsteps echoed through the trees.
Mikael walked ahead, every stride heavy with purpose. Behind him trailed his sons — Finn, Elijah, Klaus, and Kol — their chatter subdued, their breaths visible in the crisp air.
"Where are we going, Father?" Elijah finally asked, curiosity outweighing his nerves.
"To where it happened," Mikael said shortly, not slowing his pace. "Yesterday's… incident."
They soon reached the clearing — the same one where Rebekah was attacked by racoon the day before. The waterfall roared faintly in the distance. Mikael stopped near a large stone and sat, silent for a moment as he studied the ground.
Then he turned his gaze to his sons.
"You're all good friends with that boy — Adrian." His tone wasn't harsh, but carried weight. "I see you playing together often."
Kol nodded quickly. "Yes, Father. He's fun to be around." Whole Klaus never left Elijah's side faintly trying to lower his presence.
Mikael's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Tell me about him. Everything. What kind of boy is he? How does he act? Is his head alright everything very detailed."
Finn hesitantly asked "Does father not like him, and don't want us to be friends with him??" Knowing that Adrian is also a witch Closer to his age hoping to be friends with him.
Mikael remained silent. The boys exchanged nervous glances. Klaus looked down, afraid to speak. Elijah answered carefully trying to praise Adrian a bit he does want to be friends with Adrian.
"He's… kind, Father. Polite. Curious. He helps the elders and treats all well. He is liked by everyone in the village."
A quater of an hour later:
Mikael leaned back, expression unreadable. His fingers tapped against the stone.
"I see. A clever boy, good with words. But too gentle, perhaps."
The boys exchanged uneasy looks, unsure what he meant.
Mikael stood, his silhouette framed against the pale morning sun.
"Come. We're done here. Elijah pick up your sword we still have time."
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1: Freya Mikaelson (confirmed)
2: Rebekah Mikaelson (confirmed)
3: A surprise love interest I have decided (confirmed)
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