A Lion Hearted Girl And The Past of a Mad King
Girl And The Past of a Mad King
Many years before Klaus' days as king, back when he was 17 years old. Klaus wandered the open streets of Mystic Falls. On a hot, sunny day like this people usually stayed inside, but Klaus didn't care what the weather was like. He walked up to the town well and looked down. It was dried up. Mystic Falls was going through a harsh drought. No rain had come for months. Having nothing better to do, Klaus reclined on the well and stood there for thirty minutes. Klaus was a handsome young man, with his dark blond hair slicked back with grease. He was slim and tall, he wore a torn shirt with the sleeves ripped off and tattered shorts. He soon reached the middle of Mystic Falls . The place was run-down and old. Klaus walked to the far end of the town where he lived. His home was a ramshackle, half-collapsed house that was farthest from the other houses in town. He had found it to be the ideal place of a loner like him. Walking through the doorway, he went over to a wooden bench and sat down. "Well, today was boring," he said to himself, "but then again so was any other day during this wretched drought. No rain, and I have barely enough to live by to begin with" He grabbed a small box from a shelf and opened it. In it were three moldy bread crusts. Klaus sighed. "Well, one for breakfast, one for lunch, and one for dinner. Then I will eventually starve to death." He shut the box and put it back on the shelf.
He got up and went to another part of the house. This was his bedroom. Torn blankets and the wooden floor served as his bed. A wooden plank with a cloth wrapped around was his pillow. The room had ripped curtains draped over the windows to keep the room dark, and Klaus fixed the door so it would stay shut when he wanted it shut. He crawled under his blankets and put his head on his makeshift pillow. He thought about running away from his country and to one of the neighboring countries. He then had trouble thinking of a country that would actually accept him as a new citizen.
"Nah, I'll think more about it tomorrow." He turned over and went to sleep.
His answer came when one day, after months of drought, a thunderstorm appeared. Rain was pouring on the usually dry Mystic Falls. Klaus was so joyful he ran outside in the rain for hours wearing his ripped shirt and shorts. He was still running around in the rain when he heard something. He stopped and listened. Besides the pouring rain he could hear what sounded like someone trudging through the rain. He walked towards the sound, thinking it was another guy that was lost in the rain. He instead found something different. A young girl around his age wearing fancy garments was wandering through the rain. He walked up to her to ask why someone like her was wandering around like this. When she saw him she backed away in fear, but as he slowly approached her she started to trust him. She rushed to him, shivering from the cold. Klaus, seeing she was cold, guided her to his home.
Bringing her inside, he took his cloak from where it was hanging and wrapped her with it. He uncovered the entrance to the cellar, and motioned to her to follow him. Still shivering, the girl got up and climbed down the ladder slowly. Klaus shut the cellar door, went to one of his chests, and pulled out some torches and torch holders. Taking the two driest sticks, he rubbed them together until he lit them with a spark. He then lit the other ones and put them on the cellar walls with the torch holders. After a few minutes the cellar started to warm up. Klaus looked at the shivering girl. Finding a spare change of clothes in a chest, he gave them to her and kept himself busy in another chest until she had finished changing. Looking up from his chest, he saw that she had stopped shivering, and she was now examining his cellar with a look of curiosity.
"There's not much to look at, but this is where I keep most of my stuff." He said. The girl turned to look at him. She gave him a weak but friendly smile. Klaus couldn't help but smile back. She then came closer to him. Klaus stood there and let her approach him. The girl then wrapped her arms around Klaus and buried her face into his chest, sobbing. "T-Thank you for rescuing me, s-sir," she said to him in a quiet voice.
Not knowing what to do, Klaus stroked her long, dark hair and held her with his open arm. This seemed to comfort her, and she eventually stopped crying and looked up into Klaus' eyes.
"What's your name?" The girl asked.
"Huh? Oh, it's just Klaus." Klaus answered.
The girl smiled. "What a nice name. I'm Tatia."
"I have to ask, what are you doing in these parts of Mystic Falls?" Klaus had been waiting to ask this question for a long time. Few ever visited the town.
"Oh. I was chased out of my country by some bandits. When I first saw you I thought you were a bandit, but as you got closer I saw that you weren't."
Klaus had another question. "Do you always tend to cling on to everyone you see?"
Tatia started to blush. "Um, no I don't," she said, letting go of Klaus. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's nothing," Klaus replied, "Just wondering, that's all. Found it a little weird for someone to cling so tightly to someone they just met."
Klaus sat down on a chest. "I don't know how long the rain will last, so we might be stuck down here for a long time."
Tatia smiled, not feeling down about the thought of being stuck in the cellar for some time. "That's alright. I feel safe knowing you're hear, Klaus." Klaus couldn't hold back a smile. "Yeah, well I'm not going anywhere now, am I?" So the two of them stayed in the cellar for a couple days. Klaus didn't know when the rain would stop, but when it did he was going to have another problem: Getting Tatia back to her country and home. Klaus lifted the cellar door. Not hearing the rain pour onto the ground, he assumed that the storm was over. He climbed out of the cellar and went outside. It was hot, but not as hot as it was during the drought. Looking to an old sundial he found in the town dump, he saw that it was early morning. He went back inside to get Tatia. "Hey Tatia, the rain has stopped and the sun is out. You can come up now." Tatia climbed up the ladder out of the cellar. Remembering something, Klaus jumped down into the cellar. He blew out the torches, grabbed Tatia's still soaked garments, and climbed back up. Shutting the cellar door and covering it back up, he went outside. "Reckon I'll have to find a place to hang these up and let them dry." He said to himself. Tatia came outside to see what he was doing. "Oh. You don't have to dry those for me. You've already done enough for me. You don't need to trouble yourself with my welfare," she said to him. Klaus, ignoring her, merely grabbed a wooden beam that was slightly jutting out of the side of the house and pulled it out more. He set the garments on the beam to hang in the morning sun. Klaus then turned and walked toward Tatia. "Give it ten minutes or so," he said, "You won't have to wear my old, ragged clothes when they're done drying."
Tatia smiled shyly. "Thanks Klaus, but I'm not bothered by wearing any of your spare clothes. You don't have to tire yourself trying to help me, if you don't want to."
Klaus shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I'm usually bored everyday, so this gives me something to do." Scratching the back of his head, he added "Well, what do you wanna do now?" Tatia seemed to be deep in thought. Klaus reclined on his house and waited for a reply. After some time she looked at Klaus and then brightened. "Oh yeah! I was going to ask you something." Klaus stood up and stretched. "Yeah sure, ask away."
"Will you show me around Mystic Falls? I want to see everything with my own eyes." Klaus gave her an incredulous look. "Are you sure? There's not much to look at here in Mystic. Just ..." he paused "and sun." Klaus thought about it, and then considered it. "Yeah sure, I'll show you the other side around of Mystic Falls. Just stick by me so you don't get lost." Tatia smiled cheerfully. "Oh, thank you! You are such a gentleman Klaus." Klaus felt warm and fuzzy, and it wasn't from the hot sun. Scratching his head, he said "Well what're we waiting for? Let's go."
This is a little hard to take in. A foreigner, wanting a tour of possibly the worst country that ever existed. I think this Tatia girl knows more than she is letting on. Well the only way to find out is to play along, and play along I shall.' Klaus thought to himself as they walked. Tatia, seeming to know his thoughts, locked her arm with his arm that she was holding. They continued to stroll through what Klaus called "the Main Street" of the town. Both Klaus and Tatia both looked around in amazement. People were running to and fro from house to house. Children were running through the crowds giggling and laughing as they chased each other. Soldiers guarded the ends of the streets, watching carefully. Tatia smiled with amazement as she gazed at everything and everyone.
"Come," he demanded, giving her a strange look. By the time she made eye contact with its owner, her mouth had gone dry with fear. Hovering precariously close, Niklaus looked at his mother then slowly to her. "He'd grown too strong, his cravings and impulse control worse than the other children." Mikael said.
She was brave, Esther would give her that. Coming to them, when others would not dare cross their path, demanding to know what had happened to the town.
Tatia Petrova's arrival at their village is the catalyst that changed far more than the lives of the five Mikaelson siblings. She was smart. She was patient and loyal: all qualities that would make a good guardian. But men were shallow, easily manipulated by feminine tricks and the promise of something unobtainable. The villagers couldn't pin point what it was about the family that suddenly had become so alarming. On the outside, they appeared normal, grieving perhaps over the loss of a son, but appearances were deceiving.
