The Forgotten Mikaelson

Chapter One

11th century (Middle Ages)

In a forest near a village somewhere in the New World .

Somewhere deep in a forest, A man was busy chopping down trees to use as firewood to battle the cold at night. That man's name is Niklaus Mikaelson, the third son of Mikael and Esther Mikaelson. As he is chopping down the trees, Niklaus has a habit of talking to himself, not because he is insane, but because it helps him to figure out his thoughts more clearly if he said it out loud. His family has learnt to accept this behaviour from him and would sometimes tune out his voice as he would occasionally talk to himself, sometimes hours on end. As he was busy talking out his thoughts, a pair of small ears picked up on that one-sided conversation.

"You are going to the woods tonight, brother?" Henrik asked.

"By the Gods, Henrik, I almost cut you. Don't sneak up on people like that!"Niklaus scolded him.

"Heh, sorry. But I can't help listening to you talking to yourself. So you really going to the woods tonight?"
Henrik asked again.

"Yes, but don't tell Father, okay?"

"But there's a full moon tonight. You know what Father says about going out on a full moon."

"I know, but I just want to see them once. Father has always told us about them and it fascinates me that man could change into something else under the lights of a full moon."
Niklaus answered with a glint in his eyes.

"Okay, then I wish to come as well."

"What!? Absolutely not. You are still a child. If what Father tells us is true, I will not put you in harm's way."

"Come on Nik, let me come with you."
Henrik whined.

"You know I can't. Father would have my head on a stick if he finds out I left the house at night, even more so if I let you come with me to the woods."
Replied Niklaus with a smile.

"Well, what Father won't know won't hurt him, right ?"
Henrik said with a pout.

"Nice try little brother, now go on back to the house, you know how worried Mother would be if her little baby is not within her sight at all times."
Niklaus teased.

With a pout on his lips and eyes that showed disappointment, Henrik grudgingly went to the direction of the house, a small but cozy place built by his Father and the villagers, while Niklaus finalizes his plans to watch something that both fascinates and terrified him to the core, The Werewolves. In the village that the Mikaelson Family lived, Werewolves were amongst its earliest occupants. Mikael would always tell his children to never go out after dark, especially when a full moon is nearing as that is the catalyst that turns certain man into monsters. The children have always heed their fathers warnings but Niklaus, always the curious one, decided to sneak out of the house to see the werewolves for two reasons. One, to satisfy his curiousity. Two, to see for himself the people who makes his father, who is a brave warrior and who fears nothing, talk about them in hushed tones.

Nightfall came, and as the family has gone asleep, Niklaus quickly and quietly snuck out of the house. His smile grew bigger as he neared the front door, getting excited at the thought of seeing the werewolves in person. When he finally got out of the house, he quickly made his way to the woods, not knowing that a pair of small legs was following right behind him.

As he was nearing the woods, Niklaus heard someone, or something, stepping on a fallen branch, making an audible "crack" sound. Without missing a step, Niklaus turned around, at the same time brandishing his sword, ready to fight whatever foe that is behind him. But instead of facing a beast with menacing red bloodshot eyes, and a snarling razor sharp-toothed mouth, he is instead looking down at the face of a boy with big innocent hazel brown eyes, and a giant, innocent smile filled with beautiful pearly white teeth.