Dream led the newly turned hybrid to the grand gates hiding his kingdom from their view, by the hand - afraid that the original might fall despite her super healing. The trio halted, Darcy snaked her hand free, shifting her eyes to the raven haired man, as he placed a hand on the stone doors. The Mikaelson had seen many things in her life. Both beautiful and horrided. But these gates. With there carvings. Had truly bested the lot.

"Forgive me, sir, but..." Lucienne began, making Dream turn slightly "the realm, the palace...they are not as you left them."

Dream's lips parted slightly, shock and dread filling his soul. Dread for what he would find. He turned back to the gates. His face fell at the waste land before him. A once astonishing sight was replaced by a broken one "What happened here?" The pained tone in his voice stung Darcy slightly, but she shoved it down. Vampires weren't weak "Who did this?"

"My Lord, you are The Dreaming, The Dreaming is you. With you gone as long as you were, the realm began to...decay," Dream turned to the right, looking at her as the original tilted her head "and crumble."

"And the residents?" He quried, expression full of raised brows and wide eyes "The palace staff?"

"I'm afraid most have gone."

"Gone?" He questioned with disbelief and surprise, Darcy shifted on her feet. Just observing.

"Some went looking for you."

The hybrid blinked, she knew Lucienne meant no harm but that hit her. None of her siblings, she doubted even tried looking for her. Dream took a few steps "And the others?"

"They thought, perhaps you'd grown weary of your duties and-" Lucienne explained delicately.

"What?" He lifted his brow, eyes shining "Abandoned them?" Lucienne bowed her head, indicating that he was right "Had they so little faith in me? Do my own subjects not know me?"

"If I may, sir. It would not be the first time one of The Endless had just-" Are right, Destruction. Darcy, from Dream's tales, thought both their prodigal brothers would get along quite well.

"Emough. I will not have Dreams and Nightmares preying on the waking world. I will bring them all back." He vowed, before turning looking back at  the fallen Dreaming "I made this realm once, Lucienne." He turned his head "I will make it again."

He spared a glance at the original, who raised her head before he turned once more, stepping foot into his realm for the first time in a century. Lucienne and Darcy followed. The original sped forwards, revelling in her now more enhanced speed. Not noticing Dream's small smile when she blurred past him.

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The trio made their way to the ruins of the throne-room, their footsteps echoed and the mess of stone and glass shattered under their feet.

"I kept a journal for a while. A chronicle of everything that happened in your absence." Luicenne broke the slience, Dream turned to look at her as the original tore her gaze from the remains of the roof "But slowly, the words began to fade. Sometime after you left, all the books in the library became bound volumes of blank paper. The next day, the whole library was gone. I never found it again."

"And yet you remained others fled, the royal librarian of an abandoned kingdom."

"Now there's loyality." Darcy chimed.

"I never felt abandoned." Luicenne said, giving a small smile to the original "I never you would return."

Dream didn't say a word, turning his attention to the mess on the floor. He walked forward before sqwarting to pick up a piece of glass. He examined it before raising to his feet. Darcy shifted on her feet, he wasn't powerful enough, she could feel it. The glass and rocks of stone slowly lifted up into the air, as he lifted his arms, a breeze picked up, making his coat flow around him. Darcy glanced between his process and him, with narrowed eyes. He grunted painfully. The original sped forward, catching him before he fell "I've got you, love."

"You need rest, my Lord." Luicenne said, walking forward as the pair swayed, from lack of blood and energy "And food and perhaps a bit more rest."

"And then you'll be back at full strength." Darcy added, giving him a pointed look.

"No." He protested, breathing heavily, trying to right his stance as the original held him up "Not without my tools."

"Your tools?" Lucienne narrowed her brows.

"My sand, my helm, my ruby."

"Why? What happened to them?"

"They were taken from me." Dream explained, as Darcy released him, taking a step back "By our captors. And then taken from them. I know not where." He panted "Nor what I am without them."

Dream settled on the stairs. He frowned, watching as Darcy bit into her wrist and offered it to him. She raised a brow as Lucienne observed the pair, curiously. Something was going on the pair. Darcy walked up the steps, and sat beside him, Dream stared.

"This should help." She said "Just don't die with my blood in your system."

He slowly took a hold of her wrist. He looked at her, for a long second before putting his lips to it and drank. He pulled away, watching amazed as her wrist healed it's self.

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"There's only one sure way for me to find my tools. I must summon the Three-in-One."

"Surely it hasn't come to that." Lucienne said.

Darcy furrowed her brows, glancing between the two "The Hecate?"

Dream nodded "The Fates see past, present and future, and they know all."

"Yes," Darcy furrowed one brow, remembering Kol's rambling about the witches and their folklore "but they speak in riddles. And demand a price in return."

"They never tell you what you want to know," Lucienne added "only things you should never know. Perhaps just this once you could ask one of your siblings for help. Destiny would certainly know where your tools are, or Desire..."

"My siblings have their own realms to attend to, I have mine. We do not interfere in each other's affairs." Dream said.

"You may not, but they've certainly been known to." Luicenne said, Dream turned his head "Perhaps just this once you could tell them what happened to you."

Darcy closed her eyes, pained. Dream looked at his librarian, after throwing a glance at the original. They both understood what the other was going though on the relations front.

"I am quite sure they know what happened to me." Dream voiced, the original winced almost feeling the pain in his voice "And not one came to my aid."

Silence fell on group. Darcy placed a hand on his elbow, keeping her eyes forward. Her siblings had done the same. Dream looked at her, before placing his own hand on hers. It was strange. It felt natural to the two.

"The fates aren't cheap, you know." Luicenne reminded "They cost a bloody fortune."

"And at the present, I cannot muster power enough to summon them," he looked between the two "let alone pay that cost."

A thought hit Darcy, she turned slightly "I think there may be a trinket, that may sway their heads. Thinking on it."

"Like what?" Lucienne questioned, as she and Dream looked at her curiously.

"The talisman of the Original Witch." She smirked "Mother was one of the most powerful witches in history. Every witch would sell their own to get their hands on it."

"It's all well, but I still need the power to summon them." Dream looked towards Luicenne "Is there anything of mine that remains in The Dreaming? Something that I created?"

Lucienne glanced around slightly thrown "You created all of this."

"No, something that remains intact. That might retain some fragment of my power within it. Something I can absorb."

"There is one thing." Lucienne said, regret laced in her tone.

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"Cain." Dream called from beside the original "Abel." He greeted as the trio walked towards two men. They stood to attention, shock all over their faces. One of them took of their glass. Darcy bit her cheek, as the scent of their blood teased her nose.

"Lord Morpheus." Abel greeted, shell shocked "You come back."

"At last." Cain murmered.

"I told you he'd return." Abel not-so-succesfully whisper to his brother.

"I never doubted it." Cain bowed "Come in, my Lord. And you, Lucienne. And..." he shifted his eyes to the original. Who blinked, before smirking lightly "Darcy Mikaelson."

"And Darcy. To the House of Mystery." He smiled, gesturing to the house on the right.

"Or the House of Secret." Abel gestured to the one on the left "I have tea."

"I have tea and biscuits." Cain turned to his brother, shooting a look at him.
Darcy raised her brows, hiding a smile at the thought of her own family.

"Gentleman, I'm afiraid this is not a social call." Luicenne spoke.

"What's happened."

"Is something wrong?"

"What is it?"

"For the sake of the Dreaming," a cast fallen look carssened Morpheus' face "I must take back a gift I gave you long ago."

"Yes, my Lord." Abel nodded.

"What's ours is yours." Cain agreed.

"Anything at all. Just ask it."

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Darcy watched the gargoyle in wonder as it moved, playing with a ball "Surely there's another way." Abel said.

"I wish there were." Morpheus admitted "But The Dreaming must be restored."

"You say that as if we're the ones that destroyed it." Cain said bitterly "As if we disappeared for over a century."

"Cain." Lucienne warned.

"Watch it, mate." Darcy glared.

"You forget youreslf, Cain." Morpheus looked at him over his shoulder, turning his body to face the group.

"No, my Lord, you forgot us." He argued "Do you have any idea what we've already lost waiting for you to come back after all these years?"

"What you have lost?"

"The answer is no."

"Perhaps the answer," The brothers looked at the original "is not yours to give." She winced to herself "God, I sound like Elijah."

"She's right," Morpheus drew the brothers attention back to him "I have not come here to ask you. I've come to ask Gregory." At the mention of his name, the gargoyle lightly headbutted an apple, which rolled forward and hit Morpheus' boot. The raven haired man turned, exchanging a look between the gargoyle and the apple, before bending to pick it up. He approached the mystical animal sadly "I need your help."

The brothers ran to the gargoyle "Gregory, stop, no." Abel pleaded as he and Cain blocked Morpheus' path to their friend "Take me instead. Or Abel." Darcy and Lucienne stepped forward.

"Yeah, take me, Lord Morpheus, please."

"I cannot. I can only reabsorb that which I have created, and Gregory began as a Nightmare."

"Yes," Cain's voice broke "but he's one of us now."

"It's not fair."

"No...it's not." Morpheus back away, looking down, allowing the brothers to say goodbye. Luicenne looked down, the original awkwardly placed a hand on her shoulder, something the dream quietly thanked her for. Morpheus looked over to the hybrid, who met his gaze. They shared a long gaze before she looked at the brothers, her eyes glistened, relax darling. Kol's voice echoed in her head. We should separate from them, sister. Finn's voice came afterwards. Morpheus called her name but the hybrid didn't hear him over Niklaus' voice, It's always Kol and Finn, over me. Your own blood! Darcy hissed, vains popped out on her cheeks.

"Darcy." Morpheus tried as Luicenne placed a hand on her shoulder, but Darcy didn't hear nor feel the pair, instead she disappeared in a blur.

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Darcy found herself pacing in the throne-room, muttering to herself as her brothers voices echoed in head. Rebekah's had joined in to. She didn't understand was happening to her, it had happened to her in the past. However, she'd always assumed it was the gods reminding her of her guilt, of what she'd become.

'The teenager who abhors violence, yet thrives in it.' Mikael's voice echoed 'Mercy is for the weak! Darcy!'

Darcy growled, screwing her eyes shut, turning "Get out of my head, Mikael!" Hands gripped her upper arms, forcing her to stop "He's not here." Morpheus' voice cut through her family's taunts and whines like a knife, silencing them all "Darcy, look at me."

The hybrid relucently did as he said. Lifting her head to meet his concerned eyes, a mask fell on her face "Its done, isn't it?" He nodded making her hum.

"We don't need the Original witch's necklace," Morpheus raspped "I'll collected the offerings. You are in no condition to face your siblings." Darcy growled, knowing he was right. She'd certainly do something rash. Like killing Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah. And run off with Kol and Finn. Klaus would then come after them.

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"Do you think you're quite ready for this, Your Majesty?" Lucienne questioned, the trio stood on the end of a long dock "It has been some time since you've navigated these waters."

"Do you think I've forgotten how?" Morpheus questioned, as Darcy peered down at the water curiously.

"No, but..." Luicenne sighed as the hybrid turned her attention back to the two. Morpheus turned "I cannot ask The Fates for help without giving them something in return. There is nothing left to give from The Dreaming. I have to gather my offerings from the dreams of others."

"I understand. It's just that, in your absence, these waters have become darker, treacherous, unsafe." The dream listed as he walked forward, sqwarting at the edge, the pier creaking under his movements.

"These waters are as much a part of me as I am of them. Gregory's sacrifice will not be in vain." He poured sand on to the water, his reflection glared back at him with white shing pupils, he slowly lowered his finger to the water only for a hand to shot out and pull him in.

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Morpheus collected his offerings: An snake, a crossroads and the gallows. Along with an egg. But he found himself in a another dream. He found himself stood in the woods, he kept his face stoic but confusion swirled in his eyes. A growl reached his ears. He turned slowly to find a dirty blonde wolf baring his teeth at him. Morpheus took a step forward but paused when the wolf turned away from him. He looked forward, shifting his eyes to find Darcy stood before the wolf. His eyes widened, lower lip dropping. She dressed in armor, war paint caked on her face and her hair pulled back in a ponytail with braids at the sides of her face. He looked at the wolf, who cowered with guilt before. He realised he was in the nightmare of one of her brothers.

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Darcy and Morpheus stood in a clearing "I, Lord Morpheus, Dream of The Endless, summom The Fates..." thunder rumbled "the Three-Who-Are-One, the One-Who-Is-Three. The Hecate." Three women stood before them, one young, one middle-aged and one old. Morpheus bowed his head slightly.

"Morpheus, it's been a while." The youngest smiled, eyes drifting to the Mikaelson "And you brought a lady friend."

Darcy raised her brows as Morpheus' lips twitched "You look thin, love. Are you eating? Are you hungry?" The middle-aged one questioned before glancing at the blonde "That's not any lady friend he's got with him, sister self. She's an Original. The Hybrid, one at least."

"You've heard of me?" Darcy smirked wickedly "Fantastic."

"He is, but not for food. Look at him. He wants something." The elder one shifted her gaze to the smirking original "Yes, we've heard of you, the Original they call the Lonely God. Neither you or your brother are ready for whats to come." Darcy's smirk fell, becoming defensive "It'll rattle you both to your core."

"You've found me out." Morpheus took their attention from the glowering original "I need your help."

"Help? Oh, listen to him. Like you helped us against Circe?"

"Circe is old business, sister-self."

"And he did bring nice stuff."

The older Hecate held out her arm. He pulled out the snake, allowing it to slither up her arm "You may ask us three questions." The middle-aged one said before swollowing the snake, both the original and cosmic being pulled a disgusted face as they did so "And get one answer from each of us." The younger said.

"Thank you, ladies. My first question. I had a leather pouch filled with sand. Where is it?" In a flash the cosmic and hybrid duo were stood amongst people carrying unbrellas, a woman in a white coat was before them "It was sold in London. Last purchased by a magic user called...Johanna Constantine."

"Constantine. I knew a Constantine but that was 300 years ago." Morpheus tilted his head, they were stood before the Hecate once more "You said 'last purchased.' Does she still have the sand?"

"Dream, you know better than that." The younger one tsked "You have one question, one answer."

"My apologies. My second question."

"Go on, dear." Said the middle-aged one.

"My helm. What happen to it?"

Darcy's eyes widened at the sight of Morpheus' helm, she could scare the shit out of Klaus with it. Never mind the rest of her troublesome siblings "It was traded away to a demon, for the Amulet of Protection."

Morpheus turned "To which demon was it traded?" The original lightly hit his arm, giving him a look.

"One question, one answer, love."

"Last question. My ruby, who holds it now?"

The duo saw a woman dangling his ruby over a baby's hands "Your gem was passed from a mother to a son." Morpheus made the same mistake again, turning "Where is it now?"

"You have asked your questions!" The Three-In-One screamed, thunder clapped as they vanished along with the offering.

Silence washed over the pair. Darcy blinked, shifting on her feet "Well, that went well." She remarked, turning as Luicenne approached them, frowning at the egg that remained with them, she picked it up "My Lord, you didn't give it to the Fates."

"Because it was not meant for them."

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The three returned to the docks. Darcy held the soggy ends of her skirt as she walked, fed up with the wet, muddy fabric slapping against her legs "May I ask where you're off to, sire." Lucienne questioned from behind her.

"London." Morpheus informed, head of them.

Darcy frowned "You spent 300 years there. The world needs you here, in the Dreaming. I'll collect your tools."

Morpheus turned making the pair halt in their steps "It's my responsibility. You can't enter Hell, anyway."

"Fine." Darcy rolled her eyes "Good luck." She went around him, only stopping when he spoke "What makes you assume I am doing this alone." She didn't have to turn around to know he was smirking, she could feel it. A wolf-ish growl from her lips.

"That's going to get you nowhere." His smirk widened as she turning, glaring. Lucienne chuckled slightly "Why London?"

"The sand was sold there." Morpheus explained, serious once more "When I have it back, we will seek out my helm." Darcy scrowled "In Hell."

"Oh, dear. Then will you grant me one favour before you go? Take a raven with you."

The original glanced at the ravenette, who answered emptily "No more ravens."

"If not for you, then for me. A raven can go back and forth between realms. Keep me informed-"

"I do not need a minder. I am Dream of The Endless." He reminded.

Then why the hell, you dragging me with you? Darcy wondered, she wasn't exactly minder material or interested for that matter.

"Yes, and Dream of The Endless always has a raven." Lucienne reminded. The original glanced at the back of Morpheus' head "Jessamy was the last." He turned, walking past the hybrid and towards the end of the pier "If this Constantine is anything like her ancestor, she will serve me well enough. She is only human."

He said, moving his hand, making the water saperate and rise upwards, revealing a stairway. He offered a hand to the hybrid. Who smirked "That makes her compellable. And food." She avoided his hand and sauntered ahead of him "Just hope we don't run in to any of my siblings."

Morpheus raised his brows, arm dropping to his side as he followed after the original hybrid. What could happen if they did? And why would that be a bad thing. Little did the Mikaelson know, she was going to run into someone. But not into who she was expecting.