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Like Kats and Dogs

In light of an awful series finale with no closure or glimpse of what came next whatsoever, I decided to explore the idea of what happened to Elijah post death. Obviously he has some unfinished business to attend to…

“Like Kats and Dogs”

The last thing he remembered was Niklaus’ face turning to ash before his eyes. His heart was wrecked from the sight, but he rested easy knowing his brother’s redemption was finally off his conscience and that his family would live fulfilled lives, even without him. He walked through the empty mansion they had once inhabited with a complacent smile, reminiscing over the many memories they’d made here. He hadn’t expected the return to Mystic Falls in his death, but given that it was his birthplace, it made sense. Given that this mansion was where his family was reunited, it was perfect. Everything was still in place the way they had left it and yet something was different. He couldn’t place it. As he cut through the ball room he ran his hand along the railing of the spiral staircase where they addressed the small town for the first time as a unit. He passed through the hallway and glimpsed the hole in the wall of the study where he and Klaus had fought. The recollection made him smile. His steps echoed against the walls as he walked and he grew more and more curious as to why he couldn’t seem to find his brother. Surely they would have been brought to the same place, but life after death could be tricky. Perhaps this could be another door situation. And then another thought crossed his mind. Having lived his life as a man of his word, he expected to fulfill a very important he promise he’d made to another no longer among the living. One dance, and a thousand eternities. And yet no spirits to be found in this carcass of a house. A gust of wind whooshed behind him making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He stopped in his tracks, shoulders setting as he hardened his stance in defense. “Niklaus?” he called out, his voice booming back to him with no response. His eyes narrowed and he turned his head suspiciously. “…Hayley?” A scoffing laugh echoed in the wind, a malicious whisper in his ear. His blood ran cold, heat flushing through his body in a scalding sensation. He recognized that sound. He’d longed for it for centuries, chased it down like his very own elixir of life.

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"This book is dedicated to everyone who longed for a story solely centred on the Gods and Goddesses of Greek Mythology."

Throughout the years, I've noticed a plethora of retellings revisiting the mythos of the Trojan War, the Odyssey, and the adventures of the Greek heroes. However, I've always yearned for a story focused entirely on the drama-filled lives of the Gods alone.

Forget "The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills," I wanted to watch "The Real Housewives of Olympus"!

When I was younger, I devoured the old myths and found the gods seemingly an afterthought in many stories. Because the myths were written by men about men, the gods remained a mystery and left me wanting more.

With all the commotion happening on a mountaintop, I was never interested in the predictable 'Hero's Journey.' Instead, I wanted to know what Hera had for breakfast and, more importantly, what time Zeus got home the night before. Their sky drama had me hooked!

As I started writing my story in 2018, I felt compelled to stay true to the myths of the Gods. In my world, characters aren't simply black or white; they exist in many shades of grey. This doesn't make me dislike them for their faults; rather, it illustrates that people aren't purely good or evil—we encompass everything simultaneously.

And for some, that concept is too frightening to grasp.