New Orleans, The Bell Tower, Night Present:
Mikael was careful when he laid Henrik on the floor. He should invest in some sleeping bags anything to make taking a nap on the floor more bearable. The Viking witch didn't have a chance to react to Henrik pulling her out of her slumber. All she knew was that what was happening was far from her normal circumstances.
"Daughter, don't be alarmed." He offered a hand to help her get out of her coffin. She accepted said hand.
"Father...You're in New Orleans." Freya said now standing near her coffin.
"Yes,"
"You shouldn't be here."
"I am where I need to be." Mikael replied.
"No, you're not if you're here then the cloaking spell will have broken."
"Cloaking spell." Mikael frowned.
"One that grandfather had witches perform to keep Dahlia from finding me," Freya explained.
"Esther's father." Mikael assumed.
"No, yours. I don't have time to explain." Freya replied, "If I'm awake then that means Dahlia is too." She walked around Mikael, but he grabbed onto her left arm.
"No, Henrik has merely switched places with you."
"That shouldn't be possible, Dahlia's spell binds Dahlia and I together just the two of us, no one else.
The Void, Night Present:
It was cold but Henrik has endured worse in the past. Wherever he was it was filled with magic. It was familiar, that was expected Dahlia was family unfortunately.
"Take your time, Freya. I haven't got all day." Henrik said to himself.
"And you are?" Dahlia spoke-up alerting Henrik to her presence. Henrik turned a full one-eighty and found Dahlia standing right in front of him.
"Rats." Henrik mumbled.
"I'm waiting for an answer."
"Funny, I thought you were waiting for a breath mint with that bad breath." Henrik replied. Dahlia was not at all phased by Henrik's response. She had already experienced worse things in her long life.
"Children have long since lost respect for their elders." Dahlia sighed.
"I have no respect for an old crone like you," Henrik snapped.
"You traded places with my niece, I made such a thing impossible."
"I guess you're not a great of witch as you think."
"I won't ask a thrid time, what is your name?" Dahlia asked.
"Henrik Mikaelson, seventh child of Esther and Mikael." Henrik answered.
"You were killed by a pack of wolves." Just then the two felt a large tremor come out of nowhere making them briefly lose their balance.
"Time for me to bounce." Henrik smiled, Dahlia without hesitation grabbed hold of Henrik's arms and started to chant.
"Let go of me, you old hag." Henrik wrestled to break free of her unnatural tight grip.
New Orleans, The Bell Tower, Night Present:
Mikael released his grip on Freya only for her to feel to feel light-headed. She touched her forehead with her right palm.
"Daughter," Mikael said concerned.
"Dahlia, she's awake too." Freya responded nobody could ignore the fear in her voice and eyes.
"I might be to blame for that." Henrik spoke-up, exhausted. Both the witch and the Original turned their gaze to the necromancer.
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Mikael's Little Necromancer.
FanfictionWhen Mikael learns that his eldest child did not die of plague as Esther claimed. The Viking seeks her out with the baby of his fractured family, Henrik Mikaelson. It is in New Orleans where he learns of Esther's pack with her sister Dahlia. Now the...
