Henrik Niklaus Mikaelson: Reborn as Hope mikaelsons twin

15)"Forgive And Forget? Yeah, Not Happening"

Breakfast was a tense affair. They tried to talk to me, and draw me into their conversation, but that stopped quickly after I refused to even acknowledge their existence. I hadn't forgotten their attempted emotional manipulation and will not forget or forgive them until Dad does. Considering they desiccated Dad, hid him god knows where and lied to his children about who their father is......

Yeah, I don't see a happy family reunion happening anytime soon.

Anyway, back to the present. If breakfast was a complete disaster, magic training was worse. All Uncle Kol did was try to piss me off with his innocent little comments.

"Hmm, is that really the best you can do?"

"Are you even trying? Magic isn't as hard as you're making it look, you know?"

"Maybe you didn't inherit the magic gene? No shame in that, nephew. None at all.

"I wonder if Hope-"

He didn't get far before I exploded at him, "Would you just shut up?!" I could see his lips moving, still talking, but all I could hear was my blood roaring in my ears, and oh my god, why can't he just stop talking-

Fire

There was fire everywhere, and I was so so exhausted. Before I could slump to the ground, there were arms around me and before I blacked out, I heard Uncle Kol say, "Congratulations on accessing your magic, Henrik."

When I woke up, I felt... weird. There was a buzz under my skin, and while it wasn't painful, it was... distracting. I hadn't felt like this since I was a baby, since my magic was sealed.

I looked around and realised I was in my room. According to the clock on the wall, an hour was left until lunch.

"Ah, awake already?"

I looked toward the door, where the voice came from. Uncle Kol was leaning there with a plate of cookies.

"Well, that was quite an impressive feat of magic." He paused and handed me the plate, gesturing for me to eat it. "For a beginner, that is."

I didn't realise how hungry I was until there was food right in front of me. I polished off the plate while Uncle Kol explained what happened.

"The first thing you need to know about magic is that it's connected to the emotions of it's holder. If a witch or warlock feels a strong emotion, negative or positive, their magic reacts accordingly. The more control you have over your emotions, the more control you have over your magic. For a beginner, the only way they can tap into their magic is by experiencing extreme negative emotions, like anger, hate, jealousy, etc. Of course, it's possible to do so through positive emotions too, but that's rare since positive emotions are simply not as intense as negative emotions."

"Any questions?"

"Yeah," I put the plate on the bedside table and turned around to look at him, "When can we begin the magic lessons?"

The grin on Uncle Kol's face was nothing short of maniacal, "And here I thought you'll never ask"

The rest of the day was spent in a bookstore looking for a journal to use as my grimoire. I didn't care which one we chose, but Uncle Kol was picky, saying a grimoire is the reflection of a warlock and whatnot. In the end, we chose a completely blank one, after I promised Uncle Kol I'd personally paint over it so that it would be a completely true reflection of me.

The next few days were spent going over the basics. Learning about different branches of magic, different herbs and their properties, different magical creatures and their weaknesses, etc. All of this was recorded in my grimoire. I didn't get to any real magic until a month later when Uncle Kol was satisfied with my knowledge of all things magic.

He started me on basic spells like cleaning spells to hone my control and focus. Next, he taught me a spell to make sure my grimoire never runs out of pages. It was fun, of course, because, duh, magic, but the real fun started when he started to teach me how to fight with magic. How to set someone on fire, drown them with water, create a shield, etc.

He also didn't neglect my physical training. We started our day with me trying to beat him at a race and then trying to beat him in a spar without using magic. All in all, an impossible goal. But still, the goal of all this wasn't to beat him but to hone my reflexes and instincts. After a year of this hellish routine, I could predict his moves even though I wasn't fast enough to dodge them yet and my pain tolerance had shot through the roof.

In the past year, the relationship between Hope and me has deteriorated. We don't even talk anymore, not since she started her own magic training with Aunt Freya. She seems to have got it in her head that I need to be 'protected' since I'm the 'second-born' and therefore weaker than her. Mom seems to watch this trainwreck with a resigned sort of air around her, and that, more than anything, made me dislike her more. She's our mother, shouldn't she try to help us or something? I just can't understand her thought process, no matter how hard I try.

The relationship between the other Mikaelsons and me... well, as I said, that's Dad's decision for when he returns, and I don't want anything to do with them, so our relationship is cold.

Speaking of Dad and Hope...

"Hey, Uncle Kol?" I looked at him from where I was sitting, hoping this conversation would go smoothly since I can't push it back anymore," Can you teach me how to trap and seal stuff?"

He arched an eyebrow at me and asked, "Why?"

"Convenience and....." I let a grin spread over my face, and prayed it looked natural, "To hide my prank stuff. Don't want them to know it was me who dyed Elijah's hair pink when I do it, you know?"

Uncle Kol looked at me for a long time, and just as I was about to open my mouth and probably say something stupid, he replied, "Alright, we'll start tomorrow."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and cheered in my mind. After learning how to seal, I can try to create a seal for Inadu. No, not try. I have to create a seal to deal with Inadu. Anything else is unacceptable.

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