Lost Boy // The Originals

// prologue //

Underneath the high trees of Europe, an infant wails in the dark. Men fill the quiet village, slaughtering the villagers like sheep. Some women and children are able to flee into the night, but not everyone is that lucky. Lifeless bodies are strewn about the village, the smell of death filling the air as the smell of burning flesh then interferes.

My brother Niklaus, had caused this mess. In search for Katerina, he had ordered his men to kill anyone and everyone in his way of retrieving her. They were clearing the path for Niklaus, and he would be arriving soon. The cries of an infant caught my attention as I lifted my head higher into the smoky sky. His men seemed to ignore these cries as they danced around the bodies, flinging their swords high above their heads.

I followed the cries to a tent at the edge of the village. The fire burning outside helped to illuminate the small space as I peeked my head inside of the tent. An infant, maybe a few weeks old sat in front of me, covered under a heap of straw, the straw poking at his new, reddened skin. I carefully approached the child, peeling back pieces of straw to reveal the gender.

It was a boy. He continued wailing loudly into the air, his small body trembling in frustration. Never caring for a child before, my own body trembled as I outstretched my hands, picking his naked body up and placing him against my warm chest. Within a matter of seconds, the boy had stopped wailing and lied calmly in my arms. His eyes were as brown as tree bark and his full head of hair as dark as the night sky above our heads.

"Be calm now, boy...." I whispered to the infant that lied still in my arms. The infant stared up at me as if I was the most magical being in the world. I stared back down at him, realizing that he was in fact, the most magical being in the world. There was something about holding a child in my arms that helped to calm the monster inside of me.

"There's one left!" One of Niklaus's men shouted as he peeked his head inside of the tent. A flurry of men approached the tent, drawing their swords from their sides. I could hear the sound of metal against metal as they attempted to sharpen the swords that warmed their bloody palms. They were ready to pierce the infant in my arms with one of their swords, eager to end his short life.

"No," I muttered to them as I kept my eyes on the quiet infant. One of the men released a deep laugh as he glanced towards me, surprised at my response. "But Elijah," he began before I rose a finger to interrupt him. "If you so much as touch this child...." I whispered as I rose from my knees, "I will remove your head from your body and send it to your wife as a gift."

The man took a step back, placing his sword back onto his side. I nodded once and began my way out of the tent and back into the village. "This child," I said as I walked carefully, the infant beginning to fall asleep in my arms, "is mine now. Mine and mine alone. And if my brother Niklaus has a problem with that, then trust me, we will settle our differences. As we always do."

"So you're going to take a dead villager's child then, huh?" The man asked as he walked beside me. "I suppose that I am," I nodded. The man raised his eyebrows as he glanced over to the infant sleeping in my arms. "You don't even know the lost boy's name," he muttered under his breath quietly. I smiled down at the dreaming infant, gliding my finger across one of his pink cheeks.

"Why of course I do," I smiled, "he's a Mikaelson. His name is Alexander Mikaelson."

A/N:

It's true, I have begun another "Originals" fanfiction! I hope that you all enjoy this story! Please let me know what you think of it by voting and leaving comments! Every read, every vote and every comment mean the world to me. Thank you so much! xx Sarah