Fortune.

                                    

                                          
So technology sucks. I had to rewrite this all off the top of of my head because the original Fortune chapter disappeared along with the life of my phone. 
                          
I also want to add that because of the votes and the comments actually reached the mark, only opposite, I had intended to publish then... But Karma got me first, so I do apologise, really.
                          
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Aria slipped away from her home in the dead of night, weaving through the pines and thicket trees, toward the meeting point.
                          
With her new enhanced vision, she was able to evade the twigs and dried leaves that would surely awaken her Father.
                          
Soon Aria reached the smouldering ashes of the hut. "Allora?" She called, noting Marcus's body had disappeared.
                          
A pang of loss tugged her at heart.
                          
"I am here," Allora answered coming out of the shadows and into the clearing. The moon light cast a silhouette of the grieving wife. "We are all safe."
                          
She sighed, relieved of the news. "And Marcus?"
                          
"Buried," she whispered, wiping her eyes. Aria walked briskly toward Allora, wrapping her arms around her petite frame. "My husband r-rests in peace."
                          
"He will walk among Valhalla, do not worry," the young Mikaelson quickly removed herself from the hug, having felt the rise of hunger for the blood. "You know what is to happen now, Allora."
                          
She mumbled a yes, breathing deeply to calm her emotions that raged inside. 
                          
Regarding her, Aria decided to go over what was to happen next again. "Take the children to the shores of Baramor, it is East from here. They have ships in which you will aboard one to travel the waters. Do not talk to any that is not your own."
                          
Allora sighed, heavy hearted. She felt ill-minded, like it had fogged the moment her love took his last breath. She caught herself, suddenly frowning at the shorter girl. "You should not use that gift of yours so often child, it will weaken you I fear."
                          
Aria had foreseen the terrible events just days before, with yet another, showing ships and a land across a vast amount of water, just the next day after.
                          
She had seen Marcus die and willed him not to fight, yet when the time came, Marcus felt if what she had seen were to be true then he would have to battle for that of the survival of his kin. 
                          
"I must. I will see those infants grow to be adults if it kills me." Allora's eyes watered at her words. "Do not fret, I have been along side you thus far, why would I now abandon you when I am most needed? The spell will do as it is required, I will see you soon."
                          
She pulled Allora into a quick embrace, feeling content that her tracking spell would tell her their location. 
                          
"Please be safe Arianna."
                          
She smiled softly, pushing back the tears of separation before disappearing into the darkness of the night.
                          
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Third Persons POV
                          
The decision to leave Mystic Falls momentarily wasn't hard, especially if the reason was to enjoy a fire cooked pizza from an Italian restaurant.
                          
Aria shifted the gears, her deep red Lamborghini gliding smoothly at the excelled speed, the younger Mikaelson had irritable Pop music blasting, in an attempt to ignore Kol, who was purposely trying to get them to crash.