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An overbearing pain enveloped her entire form as memories crashed into her.
"Hope there's going to be a surprise for you tomorrow so go and get a good night's sleep." Grandma Mary informed Hope.
The seven year old looking up at her uncertaintly, "What's the surprise?"
Crouching down to Hope's level Mary whispered in the child's ear, "Well that my dear you will have to find out."
Laughing filled the air as Hope giggled before going to her bed not quite going to sleep but sketching the same thing over and over again the Hollow.
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Being guided by her mother outside she sucked in her breath wondering what her surprise was. Imagine the shock the passed through her body in waves not slowing down but growing stronger as she made eye contact with her father and her Aunt's and Uncle's.
Almost falling due to shock she managed to steady herself getting out a squeaky, "Hello." Not waiting for a response before dashing off into the garden to get to her safe place painting.
Sitting down on her favourite chair she grabbed a piece of paper before painting the scenary around her. A few moments later her father, Klaus Mikaelson made his way up to her.
"You know I liked painting too." Looking up with a pipped interest in her favoured topic. "I used to mush up the berries in the forest to paint."
Looking up at him she placed a paper down in front of a chair that her mum normally sat in watching her paint with a smile on her face. Moving the paints into the middle of the table she gave him a spare paintbrush they both embraced the silence and the sound of the wind and animals near them.
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Any movement made Hope scared she was in an eternal bliss of silence and darkness.
There was this force stopping her from moving or thinking.
It was like being held captive in her own mind the demons growing stronger and being able to see was the worse thing.
Seeing her mother getting thrown into a building and being choked made her want to scream as loud as she could for the person to stop but they didn't.
Trying to move Hope managed to over throw the spirt for a split second allowing her to release the grip slightly letting her Mum know she was still in their.
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"Are you sure this will work?" Hope said on facetime to her Uncle Kol.
"Positive." He assured.
"And Mum won't care right." The twelve year old asked.
