Henrik Niklaus Mikaelson: Reborn as Hope mikaelsons twin

2)"What's my name?"

It's been a month since we started staying with aunt Rebekah, and a month since the "incident"

The "incident", as I like to call it, was when I broke down crying during the drive to the safe house and didn't stop until I fell asleep due to exhaustion.

Being hit with memories of your past and death does induce hysterical crying in a person

Halfway through the drive, I came out of my shock, only for the realization that I was reborn in a fictional universe as a non-existent character to hit me like a ton of bricks

So yeah, I cried.

I cried for my past life. My past family, friends, and everything I lost

I cried for my new life. My new, broken family, for the fact that I will never have more friends than enemies, and, most importantly, I cried for everything I was in danger of losing. I and my sister would be orphaned and short an uncle in less than two decades if everything went according to the storyline.

I cried and I cried and I cried

After crying my heart out, I went straight to planning mode

At this point, it was a foregone conclusion that I would change the storyline. There was no other option, I had to change it, if not for me then for my sister. I had seen what became of her in the show, wracked with so much guilt and pain that she willingly threw herself into malivore

And I cannot allow that to happen. Hope was my twin, my other half, and my sister. I had spent 9 months in the womb with her. I would do anything to make her happy.

I was taken aback by my  fervor to protect my twin but chalked it up to being a werewolf

My aunt, bless her soul, tried her best to comfort me during my crying fest, even stopping the car and rocking me in her arms, to no avail.

I guess she chalked my crying to the fact we were diving away from my parents and assumed it upset me and I was showing my displeasure in the only way I was able to; through crying

It was also how I learned my new name when my aunt was trying to comfort me by babbling

Henrik Niklaus Mikaelson

My name is Henrik Niklaus MIkaelson

After the "incident", my aunt hovered over me, trying her best to keep me entertained, or to be precise, keep me distracted so I would not notice the absence of my parents. Sometimes she succeeded, sometimes she didn't. Most often she didn't though, since I wasn't actually a baby and, therefore did not find baby rhymes and games fun

Nonetheless, the fact she was trying so hard helped me see her as family and not as "the woman who takes care of me"

She played a big part in helping me accept my new reality and embracing the mikaelsons as family, and for that I loved her