Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

2.1

Meadow, Mystic Falls

EARTH magic, it was apparently the first that Mazeki had concurred when in her still and dreary state.

She could feel the soft prickling of grass pressing into her clothes and skin as she stirred awake. It was as though her whole world was tuned off it axel. The sky was still dressed with stars, and the air was still crisp upon each breath.

However without even knowing how or why, she still felt like everything was over. As though she had lost everything that mattered in her small an inclosed world.

She had been saved, she knew that as she moved her hand to touch the back of her neck and didn't feel the protruding veins there anymore. However it still felt as though she had died. The empty cavity in her chest that she had naively believed stored her magic grew, now holding something new.

The ringing of her ears was slowly mellowing finally allowing the sounds of the real world hit her.

Her mothers screaming, it hadn't stopped. If anything it had begun screaming louder then before. Her pleas to muffled by loud sobs to be anywhere near coherent.

That's when it hit her, Mikael's yelling. She hadn't even heard him speak all evening since they reached the open plain, however now he was desperate. His voice loud and she roll as he yelled at Ayana to 'Save Him' and 'Fix him'.

A small whimper past through the blondes lips as she used her elbows to push herself up. Her palms igniting the grass beneath and standing out around her as the grass turned from green to grey.

The world was losing colour.

And then as she saw him, it lost it colour for good.

Her brother, wilted and grey like the grass. Eyes shut and dark veins expanding over his body as he laid back with no movement to him.

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Lafayette Cemetery, Night

WIND MAGIC. Arguably the hardest to learn, though the easiest to conquer. It was instinctual to witches, it didn't matter how or when, but if a witch was in danger then some sort of wind magic would come to consume them.

Mazeki recalled to this day the look of pure terror over Ayana's face as she threw her backwards when she reached for The blonde. She had refused, refused to accept that Elijah had disappeared from her Arms, disappeared because of her.

Marcel walked parallel the the Mikaelson woman, Davina lugged in his arms as they made there way into the cemetery with fire nipping at their heels. The trio were unbothered by the heat, unbothered by the world as their only thoughts swarmed with Davina's safety.

Her jaded eyes were faced downwards, admiring the tiredness to the teen laid so limply in Marcel's eyes. She was comfortable, safe inside her families arms. Her lips twitched upwards knowing that. Knowing that Davina felt safe despite in the face of danger.

Looking up, Mazeki's eyes fell to the line up of her family that stood side by side in the mix of the rain and chaos. She squinted slightly, gauging all of there reactions to the future advent they'd be watching.

Klaus had a dark and hollow exterior, clearly trying his best to cover up the guilt eating away at his innards. Davina's pain was on his hands, and soon would her blood coat his fingers.