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Kol's grin widened as he twirled a finger through the air, and suddenly, glowing ember-like symbols flared into existence around him. Fiery runes, ancient and shifting, spiraled in a slow orbit. Their shapes burned with molten gold, twisting and reforming with each breath. The air shimmered with heat, warping the very space between them.
"Magic," Kol mused, almost lazily, "isn't just about hurling fire at your enemies and hoping for the best. A true sorcerer bends the very essence of it into something greater. Symbols. Concepts. Intent."
Bonnie narrowed her eyes, watching as Kol traced another rune in midair with his fingertip. As soon as it was completed, a sharp gust of heat erupted outward, nearly knocking her off her feet.
Davina gasped, instinctively raising her hands, summoning a wall of fire to counter, but it was like throwing a bucket of water into a hurricane—Kol's rune-enhanced flames twisted right through, dispersing hers like smoke.
"Runes," Kol continued, strolling casually through the heatwave as if it was a summer breeze, "are magic condensed into a single command. This one—" He gestured to a sigil glowing above his palm. "—magnifies force. This one—" He traced another in the air. "—redirects energy."
Bonnie and Davina barely had time to process before Kol flicked a hand forward. The runes pulsed. A spiraling inferno shot toward them, but this was no ordinary flame—it curved, slashing through the air like a living blade.
"Think fast, loves."
Bonnie reacted first, pushing both hands out to form a counter-barrier, but the twisting, runic fire slipped right around it, forcing her to dive to the side. Davina, however, had already begun thinking beyond brute force. If Kol's fire curved, then she needed to change the path entirely.
Instead of blocking, she yanked her hands downward, drawing the fire toward the ground and dispersing it harmlessly into the dirt.
Kol's eyes gleamed with approval. "Clever girl."
But he wasn't done. With another flick of his wrist, the runes shifted, and suddenly three separate firebolts sprang to life—each with a different trajectory, each moving unpredictably.
"Shit," Bonnie muttered, realizing there was no time to react to all three at once.
Davina's mind raced. They couldn't just block—they had to override.
"Bonnie, take left!" she shouted, already moving to counter the rightmost flame. Bonnie barely hesitated before throwing a hand outward, but instead of just pushing back, she focused on corrupting Kol's fire.
His flames were laced with runic intent. But if she disrupted the intent—
Her magic pulsed, seeping into the fire, unweaving its structure at the core. Kol's flame flickered, hesitated—before vanishing entirely.
Kol let out a laugh, delighted. "Now that is more like it!"
Davina, meanwhile, used a different tactic. She didn't try to erase the fire—she reprogrammed it. Instead of dispersing, she willed it to obey her, redirecting its force back toward Kol.
The flaming sigil in the air shuddered, resisting—then, with a snap, the firebolt twisted mid-air and shot straight back at its caster.
Kol sidestepped it effortlessly, his smirk growing.
"You're learning," he admitted, the embers of his runes still glowing around him. "But tell me—if I were to use an opposing element, would you still keep up?"
Bonnie and Davina tensed, sweat beading on their brows.
Kol lifted a hand, and for a moment, the air around them grew cold.
Then, with an eerie crackling sound, a new set of runes appeared, this time glowing blue. And in his palm, a flame was born—except it was not fire at all. It was ice, burning with an unnatural chill.
Bonnie's breath hitched. "Oh, hell no."
Kol grinned wickedly. "Hell yes. Now, adapt."
And with that, the real battle began.
The frozen flame in Kol's hand pulsed with an unnatural glow, and before Bonnie or Davina could fully process the implications, he flicked his wrist. A streak of icy fire shot forward, cutting through the air like a blade of frostbitten death.
Bonnie barely dodged, feeling the unnatural cold sting her skin even from a distance. Davina, meanwhile, attempted to redirect the attack as she had done before—but the moment her magic touched it, she gasped and recoiled.
"It—It's absorbing my power!" Davina's eyes widened in horror as the flames hungrily latched onto her magic, siphoning it like a parasite.
Kol clucked his tongue, strolling casually across the clearing as another sigil glowed into existence above his outstretched hand. "Ah, see, that's the problem with thinking fire is just fire, darling. Magic is as much about perception as it is reality. If you expect heat, and instead find yourself kissed by the deepest frost, you falter. That hesitation? Deadly."
Bonnie clenched her fists, jaw tightening. "You're loving this, aren't you?"
Kol's smirk was positively infuriating. "Oh, immensely."
Another rune flared to life, and this time, an entire wall of ghostly blue flames surged toward them, spreading outward in a perfect arc. The ground beneath it froze in an instant, turning brittle and white with frost.
Davina gritted her teeth, already pulling her hands upward to summon a barrier, but Bonnie stopped her with a sharp whisper.
"No. That won't work. We need to counter, not block."
Davina hesitated but nodded. "How?"
Bonnie thought fast. "If his fire isn't actually fire, then we need to stop treating it like fire. It's magic at its core. So what disrupts magic?"
Davina's eyes flickered with realization. "Other magic."
They didn't need an element. They needed raw force.
As the freezing flames approached, both witches threw their hands outward. But instead of summoning water or wind or even fire—they sent out pure magical energy, pulsing in waves, unraveling the very structure of Kol's attack.
The ghostly blue fire flickered, fought back—then snapped out of existence.
Kol arched an eyebrow, clearly impressed.
"Oh, my sweet little prodigies," he mused, rubbing his chin in thought. "You're actually starting to think. I might shed a tear."
"Shut up and fight," Bonnie shot back, breathless but determined.
Kol grinned, flexing his fingers. "Gladly."
And then the real battle began.
With a flourish of his hands, Kol's runes shifted, morphing into something far more complex. The flames around him grew chaotic, shifting between red-hot embers and glacial frost in an instant. He wasn't just attacking anymore—he was experimenting, testing how fast they could adapt.
Fire lashed out—Bonnie countered with wind, altering its trajectory instead of extinguishing it. Ice surged forward—Davina shattered it mid-air with a pulse of raw magic before it could reach her.
But Kol was relentless.
As Bonnie twisted around a jet of searing blue flames, she barely had time to react before another rune-laced attack came from her blind spot. A burning sigil exploded next to her, sending her tumbling backward.
"Too slow, love," Kol chided, twirling a rune between his fingers before launching it toward Davina.
Davina, instead of dodging, did something unexpected.
She grabbed the fire.
Kol's eyes gleamed with intrigue as Davina willed the magic to obey her, her fingers closing around the flames. It fought her, trying to twist and break free—but she held on, her own power wrapping around it, reshaping it.
"Come on," she muttered under her breath, forcing the fire into her spellwork, her intent. The heat dulled, the glow shifted—and suddenly, it wasn't Kol's fire anymore. It was hers.
She spun on her heel and hurled it back at him.
Kol actually let out a delighted laugh as he deflected it with ease, the attack dispersing harmlessly against his outstretched palm. "Oh, now that was interesting. Color me impressed, Davina Claire."
Bonnie panted, watching the exchange, then wiped sweat from her brow. "Great. So she's doing magic gymnastics. How the hell do I counter this?"
Kol chuckled. "You tell me, darling. The fight's not over yet."
And with that, he raised both hands, and the entire clearing exploded with fire.
The entire clearing was consumed in flames of varying intensities—some hot as the sun, others cold as death itself. Bonnie and Davina barely had time to react as the world around them became a storm of fire, twisting and writhing with Kol's will.
Bonnie threw up a shield instinctively, but the moment the flames touched it, they dispersed and reformed behind her.
"Are you serious?!" she shouted, diving out of the way as a tendril of cold fire tried to lash around her ankle.
Davina, meanwhile, was moving constantly, redirecting flames as best she could. But Kol wasn't giving them a moment to think. His magic adapted faster than theirs, shifting with each new attempt to counter him.
Bonnie gritted her teeth. We're reacting. Not acting. And he's punishing us for it.
She clenched her fists, then forced herself to calm down. Think. Adapt. He's showing us something—what is it?
Davina was still caught in defensive movements, parrying, dodging, redirecting, but she was tiring fast.
Kol sighed dramatically as he watched them struggle. "Come now, ladies. Surely you see the flaw in your approach?"
Bonnie's mind raced. We're being too rigid. We're treating this like a duel—attack, counterattack. But he's shifting tactics too fast. The magic isn't just fire—it's intent, movement, unpredictability.
She took a deep breath and stopped moving.
Davina nearly panicked. "What are you—"
"Follow my lead," Bonnie muttered.
The next wave of flame came, but Bonnie didn't block, didn't dodge. Instead, she reached out—not for the fire itself, but for the magic behind it.
She let go of the expectation that it was fire. She thought of it as just energy. Energy could be redirected, reshaped, controlled.
And the moment that clicked into place, the fire obeyed.
Kol's eyes flickered with amusement as Bonnie wrenched control of his flames and dissipated them in a burst of heatless sparks.
Davina caught on immediately. Instead of reacting to the fire, she manipulated the magic fueling it. The next blast Kol sent at her shattered mid-air before even reaching her, its energy dispersing into the ground.
Kol tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Finally."
Then, without warning, he snapped his fingers. The flames vanished, the runes faded, and the clearing returned to stillness.
Bonnie exhaled sharply, her body shaking from exertion. Davina wiped sweat from her forehead, looking equally drained.
Kol clapped his hands together. "And that concludes today's lesson."
Bonnie glared at him. "That was a lesson? You were trying to roast us alive!"
Kol scoffed. "Nonsense. I was merely encouraging you to think for yourselves." He crossed his arms. "If I wanted you dead, darling, trust me—you'd be a pile of ashes by now."
Rebekah, who had been watching from the sidelines with a bemused expression, let out a slow whistle. "I have to say, that was more entertaining than I expected."
Caroline, still sitting beside her, nudged Rebekah. "Told you. Kol's idea of teaching is just prolonged torture."
Kol rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to Bonnie and Davina. "Now, tell me—what did you learn?"
Bonnie, still catching her breath, thought for a moment. "We were focusing too much on reacting instead of controlling the battle."
Davina nodded. "And we treated fire as just fire instead of understanding the magic beneath it."
Kol smirked approvingly. "Good. You're starting to grasp the bigger picture. Magic isn't about repeating spells like a child reciting poetry. It's about understanding the forces you're working with and bending them to your will."
Bonnie frowned, rolling her shoulders. "But I still felt like I was struggling. Even when I got the concept, you were still ahead of us."
Davina bit her lip. "Yeah… I want to improve my speed. I was always one step behind you."
Kol leaned against a tree, tapping his fingers against the bark. "Excellent. Now you're thinking like proper witches."
He stretched lazily before gesturing toward them. "Here's how this will work: after every lesson, you'll reflect on the battle and pick one thing you wish to improve. It can be reaction time, control, adaptability, spell layering—whatever you feel is your weak spot."
Bonnie and Davina exchanged glances before nodding.
Kol smirked. "And I, being the ever-gracious teacher that I am, will help you improve on that one aspect for the rest of the week before our next session."
Davina crossed her arms. "And what if we don't pick something?"
Kol gave her a wicked grin. "Then I'll choose for you. And trust me, darling, you won't like my choices."
Bonnie sighed. "Great. Homework from the sadistic Original. Just what I needed in my life."
Kol clapped his hands together, utterly pleased with himself. "Marvelous! Now, be off, my little apprentices. Go contemplate your failures."
Bonnie groaned. "I hate you."
Kol chuckled. "I know, darling. And yet, here you are."
With a smirk, he turned back toward the house, leaving them standing in the clearing, exhausted, battered, but undeniably stronger.
The air in the clearing shifted, thickening with something ancient, something that made the very magic in the air tremble in reverence. A low hum vibrated through the earth, sending an unsettling chill down Bonnie's spine.
Kol, who had been lazily making his way back toward the house, suddenly stopped mid-step. His entire body went unnaturally still.
Davina shivered. "What is that?"
The temperature dropped, and then, without warning, a figure materialized before them.
A woman, tall and commanding, draped in flowing silks that shimmered with an ethereal glow. Her dark, piercing eyes held a wisdom that had long since turned to something sharper, something dangerous. Her beauty was untamed, edged with power, and the smirk on her lips spoke of someone who had danced with the divine and defied it.
Bonnie's breath hitched. She knew who this was.
Rebekah took an instinctive step back, eyes narrowing. Caroline stiffened beside her.
Kol, however, merely raised an eyebrow.
"Well, well," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "If it isn't the infamous Qetsiyah, in the flesh—or whatever you are these days. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Qetsiyah tilted her head slightly, studying him with open curiosity. "You intrigue me, Kol Mikaelson."
Kol smirked. "Darling, I have that effect on people."
Qetsiyah's lips twitched in something resembling amusement before she stepped closer, her gaze flicking over him as if assessing his very soul. "Tell me… where did you learn your magic?"
The air in the clearing pulsed with tension. Even the spirits, usually silent observers, seemed to stir at the question.
Bonnie swallowed hard. Why was she asking that?
Kol chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, that is a question, isn't it?" He met her gaze, unflinching. "If you must know, I was once your greatest admirer."
Qetsiyah's eyes gleamed with interest, but she said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
Kol's smirk widened. "You see, my dear Tessa, I wanted to make magic my own, just as you did. Not content with mere tricks and borrowed power, I studied, I experimented—I sought to understand magic at its very core."
Bonnie and Davina exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued.
Kol continued, his voice lighter, almost wistful. "But after learning your full story, I have to admit… I lament not being born in your era."
Caroline frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Kol ignored her, his gaze still locked onto Qetsiyah's. "You were brilliant, powerful, utterly relentless… and, I must say, quite mad." He exhaled a dramatic sigh. "It's a tragedy, really. Had we met, I'm rather certain I could have charmed you, love."
Rebekah scoffed. "Oh, please."
Kol shot her a look. "You wound me, sister."
Rebekah rolled her eyes, but her grip on her arms tightened. She knew Kol. He wasn't joking. Not entirely.
Qetsiyah studied him, her expression unreadable. "You think we would have been allies?"
Kol chuckled darkly. "Allies? Lovers? Rivals? Gods?" He spread his arms wide. "Who knows? I like to believe we'd have at least reached for the divine—or died trying."
A ghost of a smile played on Qetsiyah's lips, but there was something dangerous behind it. "A bold assumption."
Kol stepped closer, his voice dropping to something almost conspiratorial. "We both know that as mages, we walk hand in hand with death. The only question is… do we lead, or do we follow?"
Bonnie shivered. There was something raw in the way Kol said it, something that made the hairs on her arms stand on end.
Davina clenched her fists. "This is insane. What are you even talking about?"
Kol turned to her, grinning. "Perspective, darling. That's the first lesson. The second?" He turned back to Qetsiyah. "Well, I suppose that depends on our guest, doesn't it?"
Qetsiyah hummed, her gaze flickering briefly to Bonnie. Something passed between them, something ancient.
Bonnie's stomach twisted. Why is she looking at me like that?
Then Qetsiyah turned back to Kol. "Perhaps you are more interesting than I expected, Kol Mikaelson."
Kol's smirk never wavered. "Oh, love. I promise you—I always am."
The air pulsed once more, and just like that, Qetsiyah was gone.
Bonnie exhaled shakily.
Rebekah let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "What was that?"
Kol, still smirking, clapped his hands together. "Now, now. Let's not dwell on past legends. We have training to get back to, don't we?"
Bonnie wanted to punch him.
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A/N
I know a lot of you, after reading these chapters, might be saying: "This isn't canon! This isn't how magic is supposed to work!"Well, my guy… it stopped being canon the moment it became a fanfiction.
I wanted more fun. More fights. More intensity. More action. That's exactly what I felt the show lacked, and that's why I started writing this in the first place. Even my previous fic handled magic differently from the show—it's always been my own interpretation.
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