History Repeats Itself

~Mystery Man’s POV~

The air was so gloomy around the yard of Mayor’s house. He was there, standing on the podium with a microphone in front of his face. He usually used that for a ceremony or something like that. But that day, it was different.

In front of him, some people who knew about the truth gathered and sat in those prepared seats. They were listening to what the Mayor said. Most of them were founder families, including Damons. But some humans, vampires, and fairies attended too. The sky was quite dark, as gloomy as their heart was. The breeze blew some dried leaves around there. No smile could be seen. Every face was mourning. Some women shed a tear without a sound. All people were in black.