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Chapter Sixteen
/Italy/1114/
#Henrik POV#
It's been a week since we had an encounter with the hunters. And from the talks with Darion, they are not the only kinds of hunters that exist in this world. I have told him that we needed more ways to get informations through our own means.
And since the creation of the clan, my siblings and I agreed upon the fact to make him the de facto head of the Munins, although decisions and plans would be taken amongst themselves, and only when issues could not be agreed upon would they bring it to our table for discussion.
That aside, I decided to stop studying alteration and focused more on conjuration for a good reason.
It all began after the fight between Klaus and I with the hunters. After that day, I began to sense the presence of something or someone around me. I began, hearing whispers of a thousand voices but I knew no one was physically around me. I felt hunted and I was not the only one. Klaus seemed to experience the same thing as I did as well.
Most times we could be lost in thoughts and just forget ourselves even when we are in the presence of others. Rebekah noticed this with me as well as Finn but I couldn't explain to them what it was or why I was experiencing it.
Most times, I couldn't sleep enough because it could get so loud and frustrating I wouldn't know what else to do. As time went on, I began to see them. Alexander and his brothers, whom I killed myself. But It happened that, I was the only one who saw them. And as time went on I began to ignore them.
But still, the annoyance went on for a month due to my ignorance.
Because I was too distracted by the noise around me, I never took notice of the fact that my phantom sense grew 'excited' and 'hungry' everytime the voices came or they appeared. I had thought it was a part of the illusions of their torment against me until I decided to ignore them and then I took notice that the feelings of 'excitement' and 'hunger' wasn't from them but from within me. And when I knew, I cursed myself a thousand times.
Ghosts!
I am a variant of the ghost race as well as these hunters and as the strongest variant of our kind, this was supposed to be a blessing to me. From what I can understand, phantoms where like royalties and my kind of phantom, I was like a king.
Hence, when the voices came again, I decided to test my abilities as a ghost and so I transformed. The moment I did, I saw them and it felt like I could touch them as well and out of anger I decided to get rid of them. Permanently.
And so, I fought against them, again. And because we were of the same species, they felt subdued to my variant and so it was easier to beat them. The moment I was about to destroy the first after bounding them with my flaming chain, memories of conjuration came to me and because in essence it relates perfectly with my powers as a phantom I understood the magic I could perform that will benefit me most.
Soul binding.
I made them my familiars.
With magic, I absorbed them in their ghost forms and turned them into a part of me. They, in a sense of conjuration, became my magical familiar that I could summon to do my bidding. That was the magic of conjuration.
Conjuration in essence, is a school of magic meant to raise the dead, soul trap opponents killed in combat and summon creatures from one of the planes of 'oblivion', which in my case, I had created and connected to my being as a phantom. In other words, in the moment I soul trapped Alexander and his brothers ghosts with the 'soul energy' as that is what I began to call what is in me, and I bound them to me, I had unknowingly created a dimension of my own where by whatever I trap or bind will exist. It was a dimension only I had total control over and if my guess is correct, then it will continue to grow to contain how ever many I bind and seal in me. But I'm not a collector, I only desire the quality and not quantity.
When I began studying conjuration, I understood how much deeper the universe could be, oblivion planes, that's what the knowledge called them. A place where many spirits could be dwelling, ones that could be safe to interact with and the ones that could be dangerous enough to cause havoc in the world. Not only that, I realized that the binding wasn't only to spirits but also to weapons. And from there on I decided to bind my enchanted axes as well as an enchanted chain I took a fancy for my phantom form.
I had decided to carry along with me these weapons in my spacial bands ever since I fought the hunters. I was stupid to have forgotten that I could also store my weapons in them. And I had not just my enchanted weapons, hidden knives, daggers where also stored in them. Never again will I be caught unawares in battle.
The more I studied, the more I realized none of the schools are weak. If only I had the time to devour more knowledge but the price was too much.
Anyways with the Knowledge I gained I could do enough to make myself stronger. And so I studied more.
Few days later, I saw that Klaus was still going through the torment and seeing that I could do something about it and I told him. But he refused. Instead he smiled towards me and said
"I'm getting used to it. Infact, my mind is becoming stronger. You taking this away from me will only stagnant my growth brother"
And I knew what monster Klaus could be if he so desired. Being a variant of two or more species doesn't determine how strong you are, it is what you make of what you have and harness it to the best of it's ability that makes you strong. My father once told me
"Do not fear a warrior who knows a thousand weapon. Rather fear the one who learns one weapon a thousand times"
And Klaus is such a person.
Although I know he could be jealous of me because of the fact that a part of him is sealed. But rather than make him wallow in regrets and anger, it did the opposite, it made him more determined to grow stronger and I feel fear most times. I fear that if ever I stop growing while he does...
Klaus will kill me.
But I will never allow it. And he knows this, we both know this. We love each other enough to protect each other's back with our lives, but it's what has brought this resolve in both our hearts that nobody other than ourselves, can ever kill us. We will never allow it.
After that statement, I left him with his 'training'. Sometimes I wonder if he has begun to love inflicting pain on himself just to get stronger.
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/Few months later/
In the dining hall of the house of the Mikaelsons, nine people could be seen seated around the dinning table.
They were none other than the Mikaelsons siblings and the Munins.
It was their first real meeting ever since [The Ambrosios Clan] was created.
They all dressed as regular as they would on any day but if one looked closely, each had an accessory that showed the sigil that represented the clan. For the originals, it was engraved on their daylight rings and for the Munins, both Sage and Aya decided to have it on their daylight rings as well but for Darion, he had it on his beaded necklace with two animal teeth and in-between them was the sigil engraved on a silver pendant. This had added a sense of mysterious aura to him. He is a black skinned man, who looked to be in his early thirties, his eyes where as dark as the night and hair as grey as a cloudy day, he was dressed in the fabrics of his people that added to the mysterious aura around him. If one wasn't close to him, they would find him a little untrustworthy but in truth, he was the kindest druid I might ever meet in this life.
He came to this land as a slave, working with the merchant who bought him and through this merchant he was able to learn a lot of things and it happened that the merchant was a witch also, who had many relations with species of the supernatural world. And so he learnt a lot from the merchant, whom he later began to see as a father figure, since the merchant had no family, he took Darion as his own. Unlike the regular humans who had superiority issues based on skin colors, we supernaturals had nothing of such, rather we respected strength and nothing more. We found out from him that the merchant was a master alchemist and potioneer, another variant of a witch, and he taught Darion everything he knew as well as gave him freedom before he died due to an attack from an enemy supernatural. He died trying to let Darion escape. And that's how Finn and I got to know him, during his time of escape and seeking shelter.
We all sat down, ready to commence the first meeting of the clan founders and elders. And noticing we where ready, Klaus, sitting on the head chair, declared.
"Let the first of many meetings begin".
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A/N: I hope you are enjoying this read. I understand it looks slow but there's a reason it's tagged slice of life...I plan on making this fic have at most 300 chapters or less but not more hopefully...
for the power rankings they are all strong compared to them in their series...even the witches and the hunters.
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