"'Lena, Jeronimo, auntie Jenna!!!" Yelled Henry as he entered the house. "Guess who's back?"
"Henry!" came three excited yells, before the door burst open and he was engulfed in a huge bear-hug. After greeting his family he told them everything, including what happened there, with his kidnapping and Nik saving him. As a thank you, Jenna gave him a homemade pie to bring it to Niklaus, who was oddly touched by the sweet gesture.
Henry asked Elena for her necklace, telling her that it was the only thing that could help him summon his mother, he needed to talk to Esther. Elena agreed, giving him the necklace. Henrik went to his room, the one he shared with Jeremy and sat up a small altar. His family gave him the privacy he needed.
Various, colorful, scented candles illuminated their otherwise dim room, giving off a peaceful, inviting, aura. His mothers favorite flowers were decorating the altar, inviting her spirit. Henry closed his eyes, feeling the energies swirl, breathing in and breathing out, he cleansed his mind of negative thoughts. Clutching the necklace tightly in his hand, he concentrated on conjuring his mother.
"Hear these words, hear my cry
Spirit from the other side
Come to me, I summon thee
Cross now the great divide!"If possible, the room darkened, even more, lights completely dying down, before the flames rose in power, almost scorching the ceiling and then the silence... in a whisper of wind, in front of him stood Esther, in her youthful appearance and the dress she used to wear all the time. His mother always favored the earth colors, while most women in that time liked to dress in blue and burgundy.
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The Youngest Gilbert
FanfictionHenrik Mikaelson died a horrible death. Torn apart by the werewolves, his last minutes on this earth were unbearably painful. He also served as a catalyst and unknowingly assisted his mother, who turned her family into the Originals. Alan Mason, a 1...