In which Henrik Niklaus Mikaelson gets transported Into another universe- where he was alone all alone. Without his twin, Hope- and all his remaining family.
He had no idea what to do- but he needed to find a way back, he couldn't just leave his si...
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Henrik was breathing heavily- he was positively terrified, knocking out his sister and her stupid boyfriend was purely impulsive, and jumping into Malavor was purely intentional.
And now he was wandering in darkness, without any idea what he should do next. When a bright shining light appeared above the his head, and began to suck him in. He tried to grab onto anything, to throw magic at it, but nothing happened.
And soon enough, he was engulfed by the light. And then nothing. He landed harshly on the ground, a groan escaping him as he did so. There was no sign of mud anywhere near him.
He ran a hand through his hair and cursed loudly, "Oh No! Fuck! Shut. No. No. No. what the hell? Where am I? You piece of shit! Where did you from me? This isn't my home! Where's my sister."
But he got no response, his eyes glowed, and a small growl escaped his throat, his magic tingling he took in a deep breath. Trying to calm down.
He was in a dark forest, and he could barely see anything.
He crossed his legs, and touched the ground, calming down enough for his heart beat to return back to normal he lifted his hands, "post tenebras spreo lucem," while moving one of her hands over the other. A ball of light conjured from his hand and he looked into it debating what to do next.
A while later he found himself on the main road, and he started walking. "Where am I?" He mumbled, shaking his head before taking one step on the road, his shoes were completely muddy, and he hated it, this was his favourite pair.
And he wondered up to a Sheriff Station.
"Please be helpful." He silently prayed, "please be helpful."
Taking in a deep breath, he approached the station and walked in. His sapphire blue eyes looked around the waiting room, definitely not Mystic Falls.
"Hello, can I help you?" The lady at the front desk asked. She had darker skin, her hair pulled back into a bun, and a kind smile on her face.
Kind smile, kind smile. She won't hurt you. She's honest. Don't be fooled by appearances. Don't be fooled by appearance.
He didn't smile, he just stared at her, and smirked when he saw her shift nervously, but she still has the smile, "Where am I?"
The woman - Kenya from what Henrik read from her name tag - furrowed her brows before sighing, the nervousness leaving her, "Stiles put you up to this? Because she knows it's not funny when she tries to prank me. It doesn't work anymore. Did she get you to come get her dad? He's working overtime again- she hates it when he doesn't get enough sleep."
Stiles. Stiles. Stiles. Stiles. Stiles.
"WhI the hell names their kid Stiles? I just want to know where the fuck I am."
Stiles has a dad. Stiles has a dad. Stiles has a dad. Stiles cares about her dad. Stiles cares about her dad. Stiles cares about her dad.
Kenya looked at him up down with pursed lips. Trying to figure out if he was joking or was drunk. "You're in Beacon Hills."
