The Original Mother [2]

Little Warrior

New Orleans 1820

Nik Rebekah, Elijah and I walked along with the funeral procession. I held Rebekah to me as she cried I glared at the back of Nik's head, I couldn't believe he had killed another one of Rebekah lovers, not only that Emil (Rebekah's lover) was the governor's son, the governor who's house we were currently residing in.

My whole family liked this new place, we settled here a few decades ago in the 1700s after once again fleeing the old world. We finally felt like this place could be a home for us, Mikael would never think to look in the small town of New Orleans in Louisiana. I made a note to myself to have a word with Nik later about killing Rebekah's suitors, my sister was far more happier with a boy-toy around then without one.

As we walked along the dirt road in the searing heat, I couldn't think of anything else but getting out of this heavy black gown, my corset was rubbing my skin raw due to the heat, I glared at Nik harder, my uncomfortable state was his entire fault. Nik looked back at me as if sensing my glare he ignored my look and smiled showing his perfect dimples.

"You'll pay for this" I whispered so only he could hear.

"I look forward to it angel" he laughed wiggling his eyebrows, making me scoff.

After walking for another five minutes I was about ready to zoom out of here and head home to have a nice cool bath. My thoughts of getting this wrenched dress off were interrupted but the sound of a whip cracking and painful screams. I turned my head and saw a young coloured boy being whipped by a man on a horse.

I felt my blood boil I handed a crying Rebekah over to Elijah and started walking towards the young boy. I noticed Nik had also stopped and had an angry look on his face. As I was walking forward the young boy picked up an apple and threw it at the man who was whipping him, the young boy had a look of defiance on his face, he had fight in him.

"Hit him once more and you'll be begging for mercy" I spat at the man who was whipping the boy.

"Get out of my way woman" the man sneered. Before I could reply the man fell from his horse dead. I looked behind me to see Nik looking furious; he had obviously killed the man. I looked at Nik and nodded my head before approaching the little boy.

"Hello" I spoke softly. The young boy looked weary and didn't answer.

"I won't hurt you darling" I said kneeling down beside him not caring if my dress was ruined.

"I'm Thyra"

"That's a pretty name" he whispered shyly.

"I'm sure you're name is much better, care to share it" I asked.

"Don't got one, mama wouldn't name me till I turned ten, case the fever took me. Then it took her" He said looking slightly embarrassed. He couldn't have been more than eight, and just because of the colour of his skin he was treated with such cruelty, it was disgusting.

"You're a survivor and survivors need names" Nik said from behind me as he approached me and the little boy. The nameless boy leaned away.

"This is my husband Niklaus and he's right you do need a name little one" I said softly.

"How about Marcellus" I had been reading about Greek and roman gods lately and had come across the name. The name seemed fitting to the young warrior.

"Marcellus?" the boy questioned.

"It comes from Mars, the god of war and it means little warrior" I informed him.

"I like it" the little warrior smiled.

"Good now come along" I said standing up with the help of Nik. I then took the newly named Marcellus hand in mine and helped him stand.

"Where?" he asked curiously.

"Why home of course, you didn't think I would leave my little warrior here" I smiled. Suddenly I felt little arms wrap around my waist and hold me tightly. I hugged the boy back and kissed his forehead; I pulled away and looked into his chocolate brown eyes.

"No matter what, from now on you will always have a home with me little warrior"

I didn't know it then but before I met my little warrior I had been missing something in my life, the day I brought Marcellus home it felt like I was finally whole. That was the second time I fell in love. That's right the little boy at the side of the road stole my heart.

I remember the first time he called me mother I had never been happier my heart nearly burst with happiness. Marcellus was my son in everything but blood, I loved him more than anything else in the world but unfortunately all good things must come to an end and what a horrible end it was.

In the year 1919, I lost my son at the hands of my father in law Mikael, a piece of me died the night I lost my Marcellus and that part of me would never come alive again or so I thought.

After a century thinking my son was gone for good, I came face to face with my little warrior, my Marcellus, my son.

Who am I? I'm Thyra Mikaelson, the original mother.

A/N So this is the prologue to my new book The Original Mother it is the sequel to The Original Wife ... also when the originals first meet Marcel he is 8 years old.

Chapter 1 coming soon.

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