"There was once another Mikaelson, and she was adored, bold, brave, too sarcastic for her own good, and, undoubtedly, the sibling to be most fond of," said Elijah as he walked the yard of the Lockwood's with Elena Gilbert.
"What was her name?" Elen...
------------------------------------------------------------ "You're a fighter, but sometimes you have to loose in order to win," Kordeila had said this many times, yet nobody knew what she truly meant until today. ------------------------------------------------------------
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Kordeila woke up on the couch in Klaus' mansion twenty-four hours later. She sat up, looked around, noticed the clock. 7:25 almost. She felt fine, truly, her head didn't even hurt. She got up, looking for anyone in the house soon finding Niklaus in his study.
"Nik." Her voice sounded broken and strained, only she knew why. A tear slipped down her face as he turned to look at her. In the back of her head there was a voice telling her to kill him with magic and the white oak stuck in her jacket pocket. Esther knew about the newer tree used for the wickery bridge sign, but she kept that to herself. He looked at her with confusion, brows furrowed and lips slightly parted.
"Are you alright?" he asked, knowing the answer, but it was the only response that popped into his mind.
"I-" she wiped the tear away, "I really don't want to do this."
"Do what, Kordeila?" Klaus questioned quickly.
"But I have to. This is why I'm alive again," she put one hand out and instantly, Klaus was stuck on the wall.
"Are you trying to kill me?"
"It's my job."
She sped to him, holding the indestructible stake above his heart.
"I can't stop," she explained, pushing the stake in a little.
"Kordeila!" Elijah had returned home. Kol sped down the stairs when he yelled.
"You're next, you know," she said, never taking her eyes off the stake that wasn't killing Klaus just yet.
"This isn't what you would want!" He yelled.
"Oh come on, what'd Nik do this time?" Kol didn't see the urgency of the situation because he didn't know that was a white oak stake she held to Klaus' chest.
"I have no choice," she answered, looking up at Klaus. His blue eyes showed the fear he used to wear when they were human. When there were nights of torment from Father and when the wolves took Henrik. The fear he only showed for her once, when she said she hated him. That fear was back and it was worse than ever. She didn't want to be like Father, nor mother. She didn't want to be the wolves that took a Mikaelson down and made the rest become monsters. She didn't want to hate her brother, but she had no choice.
"You do have a choice!" Elijah told her. She looked back at Elijah, tears flooding her cheeks and rolling down her chin. She didn't want to hurt Elijah either. She couldn't stop, but she had to try. She looked back at Niklaus with her sad eyes and smiled small.
"It's either your story or mine that ends here, Nik," she watched as his face turned to worry.
"No! You can't die either, just let the stake go!"
"You know it doesn't work that way, little brother," her toothless smile still rested upon her face. It was to reassure him, to make him feel okay with her dying. To let him know not to cry over her when she was gone. It was to say goodbye in the nicest way possible. She pulled the stake from Klaus' chest, looking at other her brothers in turn, watching as Elijah and Kol tried to rush over, but she only kept them on the opposite wall. She plunged the stake through her chest, bidding farewell to her siblings with one look and no goodbye.
Elijah, Kol, and Niklaus fell from the walls, tears in both siblings eyes as they watched their sister burn.
Klaus rushed over to her, pulled the stake from her chest and held her. Even if the fire stung a little, he didn't care.
Kol just stared, tears dropping down.
Elijah couldn't look any longer, so he stared around the room.
Rebekah had just walked in, hearing sobs from Klaus like the day Henrik had died. He kept apologizing. The youngest living original walked in, noticing Kordeila's burn corpse. She let out her own sob.
"It's not your fault, Niklaus," Elijah assured.
"She died because she didn't want to kill me, you, Rebekah, Kol, or Finn," he cried, "we could've stopped her."
And that, is the story of Kordeila Mikaelson.
THE END
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A/n What if I wrote a second book where Esther brings her back along with Kol and Finn? (In New Orleans)
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