罢丑别苍….
Hope devoted four years of her life to finding a way of bringing lost loved ones back to life, the last of which was spent trying to convince a witch by the name of Pandora to teach her a spell that would make time travel possible. If she went back to before ‘The Hollow’ returned then maybe she could head everything else off at the pass. It was a risk but if she got both her parents and uncle back then it would be well worth it.
She paced anxiously as her gaze fixed on a ‘window’ to the past trying to gather the nerve to step through it as all the words of caution offered by the select few who knew the full extent of her plan echoed inside her head. There was a sharp intake of breath as the nineteen year old turned more fully towards it with a look of determination.
One hand lightly touched the pendant which bore the letter ‘M’ to steady her nerves then quickly stepped through the ‘window’ as she called it for lack of a better word as it didn't quite seem to be what she imagined a portal to be. The young witch turned looking back over her shoulder for one last glimpse of three women who’ insisted on being present when she attempted this before it closed.
狈辞飞….
Hope let out the breath she'd been holding as the ‘window’ closed leaving her cutoff from her own time. This would be no small undertaking and maybe she shouldn't have been so quick to insist on doing this alone but she didn't want to risk losing anyone else. There were about a million ways things could go wrong. She turned finally taking a look around she found herself standing in a cemetery but more importantly the very same one.
It was a relief to discover that part of her plan had gone as expected. She hadn't been quite sure that stepping through a ‘window’ into the past would put her in the same place as she was in her own time. But fortunately that was the case as she'd not been left in the dark about her location and had some ideas of where to go for any kind of help. Provided she could successfully convince someone of who she was.
Her gaze turned upward as she caught a glimpse of darkness floating across the sky, slowly beginning to follow it she stopped when it did then looked down at the grave of one ‘Jenna Sommers’ whose name she recalled from the journals of Stefan Salvatore. The woman had been one of her father's victims.?
When she looked up again the darkness had disappeared into a nearby grave, one eyebrow slowly rose at this turn of events. She didn't quite understand what had just happened and absently turned as if to ask if either Freya or Pandora had any ideas when she remembered she was alone now.
Kat