I'm a terrible writer, sorry, but I wanted to give you something about Elizabeth. I wrote a little short thing about her inner thoughts concerning the spell/potion she created to turn Nick back into a Grimm.
Merry Christmas - and remember, when judging my poor writing skills it's the thought that counts. :)
Musings of a Hexenbeist
Elizabeth gave up an involuntary shiver. What had she done? Her concerns were evident upon her face, her ordinarily smooth forehead slightly wrinkled. “Hexenbeists like Adalind give us all a bad name, “ she thought with a bit of disgust. Still the troublemaking witch was the mother of her as yet unmet granddaughter. (How many times had her son’s predilection for Hexenbeists gotten him into sticky situations she didn’t know.)
Her thoughts returned to the matter at hand. Entwining twin spells were tricky business, even for a powerful and skilled Hexenbeist such as herself. Side effects could be unpredictable for both parties. Nevertheless, she knew how important this Grimm, Nick Burkhardt, was to her son Sean. A captain in the Portland police department, his sphere of influence extended far beyond the small Pacific Northwest city. She suspected - and sometimes hoped - that it had to do with the Resistance. Elizabeth was certainly no fan of the Royal Families, well perhaps for one small indiscretion that resulted in the birth of her son, but siding with the Resistance could be a dangerous affair as well. The Wesen community was well rid of both of their lot. But Sean was her son and she could never say no to him, especially after so recently coming close to losing him.
With some reservations she had agreed to help the Grimm but in doing so she was forced to involve his lovely girlfriend, Juliette. Elizabeth concocted the potion to transform the young woman into Adalind in order to reverse the original spell. The Hexenbeist strongly suspected - or did she know - that there would be side effects, side effects that could be powerful and dangerous. And while she trusted in her ability to create a perfect potion and to cast the appropriate spell, she had no control over Adalind. That woman’s hatred of the Grimm was bound to the original spell; there was no telling the damage it could do.
The least that would happen would be Nick’s Grimm powers would return and Juliette would be blissfully unaffected. The worst? Again Elizabeth shuddered. With all three parties entwined she expected trouble of an unimagined magnitude. There was a good - or more appropriately, she thought, bad - chance that Juliette would suffer the worst. Something powerful could transform her into…into what? Some Grimm/Hexenbeist combination? Had she unleashed some sort of terrible power, unlike any the Wesen world had known? How that would spell trouble for the Grimm, and mostly certainly for the young couple’s relationship.
Was she feeling perhaps a bit guilty? Generally that was not a word Elizabeth allowed into her vocabulary. In her life actions had to done, weighed against what was best for her and her son. She tried to shake off the twinge of guilt by reminding herself that Nick and Juliette had come to her voluntarily. And of course Sean had confided that he found the Grimm very useful as an ally. After so many years on the run and in hiding from the Royals, Elizabeth knew all too well how important allies could be and so she acquiesced, concocting the potion with all the skill she could muster, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
Shrugging her shoulders the Hexenbeist picked up her small suitcase (oh, how she had learned to travel light!) and headed off to find her granddaughter.
Oooh, thank you so much! It's so rare that fic writers pay attention to Elizabeth, and there's so much to explore with her. I really enjoyed this look into her head, and her thoughts about those potential side effects. I've often wondered what exactly she thought might happen!
I'm so glad you enjoyed this. I always wondered myself how Elizabeth felt or what she suspected when she helped make the potion so it was fun to take her thoughts in that direction.
I'm a terrible writer, sorry, but I wanted to give you something about Elizabeth. I wrote a little short thing about her inner thoughts concerning the spell/potion she created to turn Nick back into a Grimm.
Merry Christmas - and remember, when judging my poor writing skills it's the thought that counts. :)
Musings of a Hexenbeist
Elizabeth gave up an involuntary shiver. What had she done? Her concerns were evident upon her face, her ordinarily smooth forehead slightly wrinkled. “Hexenbeists like Adalind give us all a bad name, “ she thought with a bit of disgust. Still the troublemaking witch was the mother of her as yet unmet granddaughter. (How many times had her son’s predilection for Hexenbeists gotten him into sticky situations she didn’t know.)
Her thoughts returned to the matter at hand. Entwining twin spells were tricky business, even for a powerful and skilled Hexenbeist such as herself. Side effects could be unpredictable for both parties. Nevertheless, she knew how important this Grimm, Nick Burkhardt, was to her son Sean. A captain in the Portland police department, his sphere of influence extended far beyond the small Pacific Northwest city. She suspected - and sometimes hoped - that it had to do with the Resistance. Elizabeth was certainly no fan of the Royal Families, well perhaps for one small indiscretion that resulted in the birth of her son, but siding with the Resistance could be a dangerous affair as well. The Wesen community was well rid of both of their lot. But Sean was her son and she could never say no to him, especially after so recently coming close to losing him.
With some reservations she had agreed to help the Grimm but in doing so she was forced to involve his lovely girlfriend, Juliette. Elizabeth concocted the potion to transform the young woman into Adalind in order to reverse the original spell. The Hexenbeist strongly suspected - or did she know - that there would be side effects, side effects that could be powerful and dangerous. And while she trusted in her ability to create a perfect potion and to cast the appropriate spell, she had no control over Adalind. That woman’s hatred of the Grimm was bound to the original spell; there was no telling the damage it could do.
The least that would happen would be Nick’s Grimm powers would return and Juliette would be blissfully unaffected. The worst? Again Elizabeth shuddered. With all three parties entwined she expected trouble of an unimagined magnitude. There was a good - or more appropriately, she thought, bad - chance that Juliette would suffer the worst. Something powerful could transform her into…into what? Some Grimm/Hexenbeist combination? Had she unleashed some sort of terrible power, unlike any the Wesen world had known? How that would spell trouble for the Grimm, and mostly certainly for the young couple’s relationship.
Was she feeling perhaps a bit guilty? Generally that was not a word Elizabeth allowed into her vocabulary. In her life actions had to done, weighed against what was best for her and her son. She tried to shake off the twinge of guilt by reminding herself that Nick and Juliette had come to her voluntarily. And of course Sean had confided that he found the Grimm very useful as an ally. After so many years on the run and in hiding from the Royals, Elizabeth knew all too well how important allies could be and so she acquiesced, concocting the potion with all the skill she could muster, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
Shrugging her shoulders the Hexenbeist picked up her small suitcase (oh, how she had learned to travel light!) and headed off to find her granddaughter.
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Happy Christmas to you too! ♥
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Have a very Happy New Year!
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