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chapter two. (trapped inside her fantasy ) S2E2 — brave new world.
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LONDON, 1321.
There was something rather alluring about the night sky. It was a vast, navy abyss that stretched on for longer than any being could ever comprehend, splattered with stars and constellations painting a dazzling imagine beyond. It was fascinating, how there was so much unknown out there in the world, and in outer space, and no one would ever discover the reality of it all.
But, apart from the dangers of far beyond the planet they lived on, there were monsters that lived amongst them too, walking in daylight, disturbing the city's peaceful equilibrium, their selfishness and greed the only matter important to them. Eden had seen it firsthand — the desire for more, for blood, human lives merely a figment of the supernatural part of them.
Eden knew, the moment she came face to face with the demon of the night, her life crumbling between her fingers, only being known as the girl with witches for parents, her family slaughtered right before her very eyes, that there was always something unknown out in the midst of the world she roamed in.
She was ready to die at nineteen. Life wasn't worth living if there was no one by her side to offer her the support she needed, and it was only a matter of time before the Governors came for her too, accusations spat in her face and being hung just like her mother, father and sister were. Eden needed something more, something to make the rest of her days, no matter how many there'd be, worthwhile, allow her a purpose to the dismal days she had been forced upon.
Niklaus Mikaelson was the devil in disguise. He sat upon thrones that were fit for kings, castles structured from days of hard-work and battle, built on the lineage of those with royal blood flowing through their veins. No, Klaus didn't even have a drop of royal blood — he was a bastard of a son, born from the woes of adultery and lies, therefore condemned to a prisoner of the moon, only to be saved from his mother's greatest sacrifice.
