Dedicated to Percabeths1reader

In the end, all together a hundred passed. Alex Burgess, despite his claims of freeing the original and cosmic duo, followed in his father's footsteps, keeping them both trapped. Perhaps their day of busting out of Burgess's basement would come. So much had changed in the world outside the house they were trapped in. And well, a missing original - that said original who was one of the worst of the worst - was quickly noticed. Many sighed a breath of relief. Some were worried for what would happen, if she were to get out, one day. Few - two were worried for her, rather than her acts of revenage. The number of undaggered originals decreased during that time too. Klaus and Elijah were at odds, the eldest brother busy trying to find a way to kill his half-brother once and for all. Whilst Klaus himself, spent his time looking for his sister.

He knew something was off. She'd been know to drop off the face of the world once in a while. But evently she'd make herself known, somehow. Although, people still suffered. Not only from Dream's absence in both the Dreaming and earthly realm. But also from the normal killers. As life went on. Everything had changed one way or another, for everyone expect for Dream and Darcy. Still caged and mummifed. Stuck with each other, and each other alone. However, in that time. They both learned. Dream learned about the supernatural world, werewolves, witches, originals, vampires and hunters from Darcy. As she learned about the Endless, their realms, powers and how they each had a part in governing the inhabitance of the earthly realm.

They also found how similar their families were. Both so ancient, so hopeless and divided. Constantly fighting each other. Despising one abother. Each family had the same desires; power, loyality. But one wanted it more. They were both broken, shattered. Each member turned their backs on one another. And yet, Dream noted from Darcy's tales, her family fighted like savage animals, not just turning their backs on each other but also stabbing one another in the back. While all the while they remained together. It was more than what his did. Always and forever. Had left him eyes wide and inspired. Darcy found herself wishing that her siblings could separate. They were already divided. But even if she had undaggered Finn, neither him or Kol would be safe from Klaus' daggers. And yet, his siblings could walk away and never return unless they wished to. She envied that. As much as he envied that her siblings stuck together not matter what. Didn't Dream see that the Mikaelsons were cursed? That Darcy was cursed?

Despite hating one another, the Mikaelson siblings had turned themselves into monsters. Killing for sport. Losing their humanity. Growing into a darker side of themselves. If only they could have seen what they would become in the end. Wether it be a hundred, a thousand, a million years or who knows how long. Would they be worse or better? 'Under threat we take action for better or worse.' 'Always and forever.' Echoed in the back of Dream's head. As 'we do not interfere with each other's affairs' did in Darcy's. How the two families could learn from the other. And how they clashed. Perhaps it was good that the two never met or knew of one another. Until now.

"I could have asked you for wealth or power, like my father did." Alex stated, stood before the glass sphere now as a old man "Bur all I ever wanted was to be free of you. Both of you. Surely you want that too."

"Alex," An elderly Paul pleaded, stood behind a wheel chair "darling, please."

Dream sat unmoved as Alex slowly sat down, before casting one last look at him "Take me upstairs, Paul. I won't be coming back down here again."

Paul turned the wheel chair in the direction of the door, wheeling it forward before pausing. He looked down at the bindings. It was broken. He met the ravenette's gaze before glancing at the bound and mummifted original. He turned, wheeling Alex out. Nobody noticed the glance the pale man shot at the original bound to one of the columns.

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An opportunity was presented, and Dream took it. White and blue light swirled violently as he hoisted himself out of the broken sphere. The two guards shouted at him, giving him orders; don't move. Stay where he was. At last one ordered he opened his hand. And so he did. Bending his neck, cracking his fist open before blowing sand in their direction. They fell to the ground. He strightened himself. He turned his head to the original. He made his way towards her, and tugged on the rusted chains. They broke like sand, freeing her wrists. He caught her desiccated figure as it fell. He slid an arm under her knees and picked her up bridal style. Dream paused, gazing down at the Mikaelson's face before walking towards the ball of light. Allowing it to lift them up, and swallow them whole. They were free.

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Darcy raised her brows at the dreary room, she found herself in. A black, wooden chair stood in the centure of the room. Pad. Pad. Her eyes flew to the stairwell, narrowing her eyes before she sped behind it. Her eyebrows arched at the black cat. As it sauntered into her sight, hoping on the chair. Turning and siting down.

She raised her head, channeling the side of herself she shared with Niklaus and Kol. Eyes darkening, smirk itching up her lips. A young man came up the stairs: Alex.

In a flash, Dream sat on the chair, like a king on a throne, fingers gripping the ends of the armrests. Clothed in black. A shadow covered him entirely, but the original saw his hands clear as day. His eyes shined like tiny white stars.

"Hello." He communicated aimlessly, voice hollow. Darcy stalked behind Alex, who trembled. At last, she could finally kill something.

"It's...it's you." The human choked "You're...you're free."

"We are."

Alex frowned confused at his wording, before spining around, jumping away from the blonde in front of him.

"Don't bother." The original's British, Swedish accent growled quietly, the Mikaelson temper burning in her features "You can't run. You can't hide."

"She's right." Alex turned as Darcy kept her gaze fixed between the two. Dream raised to his feet, thunder rumbled as the light flickered "And you have any idea what it was like? Confined in a cage and to a wall, desiccated and entombed in your own mind for over a century?" He stalked forward "Do you understand the damage you've done to your own world?"

Alex backed away, past the original, who observed. Letting Dream have his revenge, afterall it was he who they trapped "I'm sorry. I...I didn't know. Please." Alex pleaded.

"Your punishment, then, shall be a gift." Darcy furrowed her brows, as Alex returned to the boy he was in 1916 "I give you this," Dream squatted slowly "the gift...of eternal...sleep." he opened his hand and blew sand his face. More than a century of tortured sleep, of dreams and nightmares running a riot was coming to an end.

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"Sir. Sir!"  A figure ran across the sand, desert like landscape, dropping to their knees next to one of the bodies "Oh, my goodness. Sir." The woman rolled Dream on to his back "It's me." He opened his eyes "It's Lucienne."

Dream gasped, a smile gracing his lips, rapping his fingers in her hand "Lucienne." He raspped weakly but with relief.

"You're home, my lord." Lucienne smiled.

"I am." He smiled, before clasping a hand over her shoulder, she helpped him to his feet. Releasing each other. He turned, eyes running over the landscape landing on a blue figure, that stuck out like a red thumb "Darcy."

He ran. Dropping to his knees, reaching over, placing a hand on the original's shoulder. Lucienne halted next to him, gazing at the blonde woman curiously. Gasping at the state of her skin when she rolled on her back. It was strange to Dream, and now both of them, she seemed almost peaceful. He winced, hissing as he drew a nail over a vain in his inner wrist. Before moving it to Darcy's lips.

"Come on. Drink."

Slowly drops of scarlet blood fell though her lips. Strength slowly poured back into the original, her lips opening and fangs buried themselves into the blood source. Dream hissed lowly, blinking. The corners of his lips twitched as his eyes brightened. Darcy's right arm flew up, hand gripping his wrist, keeping it in place. Dream and Lucienne watched in awe as the vains vanished and grey was chased way by peal white. Darcy released his wrist. Eyes flying open, gaspping like a thirsty man after first drinking water. She met Dream's gaze with no trouble, sharing his grin. Until a bone shattering pain hit her. Dream frowned when she cried out. She moved away, only to freeze, sensing that her body was reacting to something. Her eyes darted around, thinking only to halt, once it clicked.

Her spine broke. The crack made Dream and Lucienne wince, imagining how painful it could be. Both watching. Clueless and helpless. As Darcy screamed in agony. Her legs snapped. As did her arms. She fell, bowing her forehead in the sand. Dream neared her "What is it?" A million questions ran though his head. Was it his blood? Was she reacting to it?

"The curse - Aah!" She screamed as her body shot it's upper half upwards, ribs now cracking "He broke it."

Dream's mouth dropped. Klaus. He'd finally done it. Both his and Lucienne's eyes widened at the shift of her face. Vains sprwalled over her cheeks, the whites of her eyes turned black as the eye iris transformed into gold. Four sharp, talon like fangs sprouted from her gums. Dream's blood still coated her lips, chin and some of her fangs. Darcy fell into herself, whimpering as the bones began to fix themselves. Darcy's lips raised, eyes brightening. She would practically kiss her brother, if he were there. Dream graspped her forearm, helpping her up.

She laughed, grinning widely at him, as he stared at her with disbelief. As did Lucienne. She had just experienced excruciating pain less than a minute a go. And now she smiling like a lunatic "I'm a hybrid. Oh, Niklaus, you miserable excuse of a brother. At last."