Three is never a crowd

Subject: Three is never a crowd Mon Feb 11, 2013 4:34 am

“Mother is
dead Niklaus. If we could bring her back to life we would but we can’t, there
is nothing you can do about it. We have only one option. To leave. Now. Before
father finds you and kills you. Niklaus, please!” Elijah’s pleading voice
cut through the silence of death. So many had been slaughtered to protect the young adults and there would be
innocent more if the three wolves didn’t move now. Rebekah knew this and nosed
her brother’s shoulder lovingly. Tears were streaming down her cheeks though as
she did this for their mother was gone and she lay dead to protect them. Her
other siblings had fled already, taking high and low ground to escape their
father’s wrath. Mikael would kill them all just to get to Klaus. He was indeed
the mutt of the family. The hum of silence was like a boom around their ears
while the remaining three Mikaelson heirs of the throne finally came to the
conclusion. Niklaus’s voice broke the silence.
“I don’t
want to run for my whole life brother”
green eyes of Niklaus finally
shifted from his mother to his regal brother Elijah who matched them back with
the same stunning green eyes.
“Then we must go, and make haste brothers, for I
fear father is done chasing down the other of our kin to find you.”

Rebekah was in a state of shock, but was beginning to feel herself rise into a
panic sort of frenzy soon. Elijah took the lead and began the moving towards a
new land.
“For the safety of ourselves and the rest of the wolves around these
falls, we bid them farewell in a silent way… goodbye mother…” Elijah
bent down licking his mother’s cheek before turning away. Rebekah gave a
whimper, licking her mother’s cheek again and took off after Elijah, stopping
at the tree line “Nik, come on!” she almost
turned to go back but her brother said something in a whisper to their deceased
mother before turning and dashing towards her leaving behind nothing but
sadness and despair, happy memories, a place when family was all you needed…
leaving that behind brought nothing but rage and a way for the trio to make
themselves strangers to their past… their past in which they never hoped to
face again.

“So where are we going?”
Nic called out after his siblings as he caught up to them easily. “Someplace
remote… someplace Sa--…” Elijah’s words fell silent. Their father had
killed the elder of the pack for having spoken up about the murder of Niklaus. “Just far
away…” Elijah finished and all three fell in silence as they raced to a
new home, someplace no one had heard of them. A place where the dramas were not
from family but from outsiders, where summer was hot enough to cause fires in pack
lands, and winters were harsh enough to kill pups before birth. Six green eyes
kept a look out though constantly for the one wolf they never hoped to see
again. Mikael Mikaelson… What was to them, their father. He would never look in
this place… hopefully. And as Elijah lead the trio to a new home far far away,
he kept repeating in his head. Fire and Ice. The lands of Fire and Ice… where
Niklaus could answer the call of leading and with his siblings at his side,
things would work out perfectly…