Darcy opened her eyes - well it appeared to her that she had but in truth her body was desiccated. Lack of blood and the fact she hadn't fed in a while had reapped its revenge. She was met with a black horizon. She sqwinted her eyes, a tiny white spot sat in the centre like a prick left by a needle. Is this what's its like? She wondered, for Kol and poor Finn. Finn. He had it the worst. Stuck in a box for 800 years. All because he was a 'dullard'. Because the rest of her sibling didn't bother to take the time to listen to him. But, she supposed because he and herself had a more - better relationship due to being the oldest. They knew things, secrets the others didn't. Secrets that could be their family's undoing.

Darcy was pulled away from the black horizon. She narrowed her brows, eyes trailing over the fields below. She was stood on a bank, blanketed with rich, green grass. Trees littered the frame of the scenery. The sky was gloomy but bright. She found herself being reminded of Scotland, England and the other countries she'd been to during the time before buildings littered the lands. She felt a presence behind her. It felt odd. Her skin felt as if it was being pricked by tiny, cool, fingertips or somekind of tip. All creatures' had a presence, a sense. She'd felt all kinds from werewolves to mortals, although this particular one seemed odd. New to her. Undescrible.

"You attempt to aid me," a deep, rasp-ish voice queried, it was a type of voice that could do wonders, but more importantly it was unique "why?"

Darcy turned. The caged man stood before her, still in the state he was in inside the cage. She had no trouble in keeping her eyes from wondering, it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. If it were, she'd throw a pound at it. Her ancient eyes searched his own, they were shining, nearly on the brink of tears.

"I know what it's like being stuck in a box - prison." It was a half truth, in the early days, when the daggers first came into the Mikaelsons' possession, Klaus would dagger her - and she'd return the favour once she woke - as a punishment for Kol, despite that they had no permanent affect on neither her or him, plus, Kol always felt better after moaning and groaning about his time with a dagger in his chest "I won't wish it on anyone."

The man frowned, curious and confused "A witch-" he said the word with disbelief, making her narrow her eyebrows "- lurd you to my captors, why?"

She stared for a second with disbelief of her own, the supernatural world was unknown to him then, like most mortals "Take your pick. An violation of nature. Payback for either my own acts or one of my annoying siblings. Or for beinging the creature I am."

He furrowed his brows, not quite understanding what she was talking about "Creatures? What..."

She tilted her head "You don't know?"

He didn't say a word. She lifted her head "There more in the world than mortals. But you know that, don't you."

His lips twitched slightly, it was the faintest of movements "Yes." He admited, narrowing his eyes, taking a step towards her as he spoke "Who are you?"

She smirked slightly, eyes shining with amusment, taking a step forward, reflecting the same question "Who are you?"

"What are you?" He took another step.

"What are you?" She lifted her head slightly to look at him as they stood almost directly before the other, eyes sinking in each other, both willing the other to break first.

"Dream of The Endless." He raspped.

"Darcy Mikaelson." She smirked widely, like her brother Kol, although her smirk fell at the lack of shock or surprise on his - Dream's face. He truly was clueless about everything to do with the supernatural world. Although the confusion went both ways. 'The Endless' wasn't something she'd heard about before.

"I am the King of Dreams."

A cocky smirk crowned Darcy's lips, making Dream tilt his head "I'm an Original."

Dream furrowed his brows at the strange term "Original?"

"Original Vampire." She informed, furrowing her brows at the baffled expression "You really don't know, do you?" She frowned, finding it odd "There's more in the world, mate. All the stories, the things that go bump in the night. It's all real."

She swiftly moved around Dream - who turned - walking on forwards only to stop once he spoke again "What roams the Waking World. What do you mean 'Original'?"

She turned, gazing at him for a second. Debating on whether to answer him or not "Witches, werewolves," he moved forward, not tearing his eyes away from hers "vampires."

"What makes you an Original?" He queastioned, stopping in front of her. She narrowed her eyes, which darkened. Dream almost felt as if he should be afraid.

"So many questions. It's a long story, my family and I." She turned walking on, he following keeping to her side, observing with wide eyes and raised brows "There's a whole family of originals?"

"We were simply a family, a thousand years ago. Surviving during a time, it was hard to do so." She recited softly, breifly glancing at him, she looked ahead as his eyes burned the side of her face " One night, retreated to the caves below our viillage, to shelter from the werewolves. My brother took our youngest one out to see them. That was forbiddon. Henrik payed the price."

"They killed him." He stated.

"Hm, once turned a wolf has no control of their actions. Nor do they recall them afterwards. Desperate to protect the rest of us, our mother called upon the sun for life. And offered us wine laced with blood. Our father then slaughtered the lot of us. To complate the ritual, we had to drink more blood. Thus the predatory species was born. Although, after my and Niklaus' first kill we discovered that we were not our father's children. Angered by the fact that we were the children of the very thing that killed one of his own, he forced our mother to place a curse on us both. Locking a side of us, leaving us as only a vampire."

"What are you then?" Dream furrowed his brows "A vampire, or a werewolf?"

"Both. A hybrid."

He blinked, glancing at the ground, taking in the information "I govan dreams."

"Like a god?" She raised a brow, meeting his eyes.

"More than that. My siblings and I exist no matter if we're believed in or not."

"Dysfunctional?" She queried.

Dream let a breathy, bittersweet chuckle "What gave you the impression?"

"Takes one to know one." Darcy admitted vaguely, pausing for a second "I'm going to take a wild guess, and say you've been stuck for however long. One, if not would have found out you'd been captured." She halted, making him do the same, she looked at him though narrowed eyes and brows "That why people are suffering from the sleepy sickness, isn't?"

"Yes." He paused, narrowing his own eyes "Your skin is grey, what's happening to you?"

"I'm desiccating, my body is being to mummify."

"Your entombed in your own mind."

"Hm." She turned her head, breifly scanning the area "I assume this is your doing?"

"Yes."

Darcy narrowed her brows "Why?"

"I am curious." He voiced "No-one. I, nor anyone has the strength you possess, nor the speed."

"As a vampire ages they get stronger, faster. Although, as an original I'm the strongest, fastest being in the world. My siblings and I are the cloest thing to immortality."

Dream's face fell into a frown, it was impossible. Everything had a weakness. Darcy observed him for a second before moving on. Leaving him to stare after her, absorbing the information she'd given him.

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Ten years had passed since the Mikaelson's failed attempt of giving rescue. Roderick Burgess, his son and his followers thrived in the affects the helm, the ruby and sand had given them. Dream - or Morpheus as Darcy came to learn - was continuously plagued by Burgess' demands. As for Darcy, her body had fully desiccated and mummified. The tiny dot of white had spread wider with every passing year. The captors dared not to look at her. For the sight was too unnerving. It chilled them all to the bone. Her grey skin, never deteriorating under unavoidable vains, which visblely rubbed together. Trying to pumb the little of her blood which still remained a liquid to her heart. It stung the being inside the glass, to set his eyes on the Mikaelson though his cage.

The original had explained the process the vampiric body went through when it hadn't comsumed blood. The heart continuous to beats, struggling to pump whatever blood remains. When it's gone, the veins rub together like sandpaper. He could imagine what how she might feel. He was thankful he wasn't alone at least. Darcy released a breath, feeling the excruciating pain lift. Her eyes flickered open to mind herself siting on a familar bank. That only meant one thing; Dream. She felt him sit down beside her, she turned her head, frowning at the sight of tears running down his cheeks.

"What happened?"

"He killed Jessamy." He uttered, shifting to meet her gaze "The son. Who claimed he'd free us. Right before my eyes."

Darcy couldn't think of what to do to comfort him. Her siblings - excluding Kol - often sort out comfort either in their lonesome or each other over the years. And Kol, had always ranted to her or cried, as she either hugged him or stroked his hair. She herself often sort it out in herself or Kol. Long story short - she was every inexpertenced. Going on going a whim she raised her hands. Dream sent her a questioning look.

"Open your mind to me." She instrucked, before placing her hands on either side of his skull, fingertips settling light and cautious, as if they were prey on the run from a predator.

He frowned lightly, observing as her brows bowed above her closed eyes. He took in the sight of her facial expressions as they passed and evolved. The flap of wings tore his attention away like a crashing wave. Shifting his eyes upwards to see his loyal raven sore above them. He kept his eyes on Jessamy, feeling Darcy's fingers leave the sides of his head. Jessamy landed on the ground before them. The duo shared a long look, before he looked back at his raven. He knew she wasn't real. But he somehow felt slightly better. Darcy shifted her gaze to the bird, her mind turning to her beloved brother, Kol. She missed him dearly, and feared for how he'd feel once he was undaggered.

She wondered: what would he do? Would he find out what happened to her? Would he try to rescue her. She knew Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah possibly knew of her fate. If they did. She doubted they even cared. Finn being undaggered was very unlikely to happen. Her fate...Dream's fate solely relied on Kol. And Kol alone.