The Originals/Underworld: The Elder Mikaelson

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Born to Power



Norway, 968 AD

The winter winds howled outside the wooden longhouse, carrying the bitter cold of the Norse wilderness. Inside, warmth emanated from a central hearth where Esther Mikaelson labored to bring her firstborn into the world. The air crackled with magic – both from the protective spells she had woven around herself and from the raw power of the child about to be born.

Mikael paced outside the birthing room, his warrior's composure tested by each cry of pain from his wife. Despite having faced countless battles, nothing had prepared him for this moment. This child would be his firstborn, his heir, the beginning of his legacy.

As consciousness slowly returned to the being who had once been Christian Valentine, his awareness expanded in stages. First came the sensation of movement, of passage from one world to another. Then sound – the crackling fire, his mother's exhausted breathing, the midwife's encouraging words in Old Norse. Finally, sight – his new eyes opening to take in the world that would be his home for centuries to come.

The midwife gasped, nearly dropping him. "His eyes! By the gods, I've never seen their like!" 

The violet orbs, unique and striking, focused on her face with an intensity that seemed impossible for a newborn. There was an awareness there that made her skin prickle with both awe and unease.

Esther reached for her son, her witch's senses already detecting something extraordinary about him. The moment she held him, she felt the power thrumming beneath his infant skin – magic far more complex than anything she had encountered before.

"Mikael," she called, her voice trembling with exhaustion and wonder. "Come meet your son."

The warrior entered, his commanding presence filling the small space. His eyes fell upon his firstborn son, and for the first time in his life, Mikael felt truly humbled. The child looked back at him with those remarkable violet eyes, and Mikael saw something there that stirred his warrior's heart – strength, awareness, and an innate nobility that seemed impossible in one so new to the world.

"He is perfect," Mikael whispered, reaching out to touch his son's small hand. The infant's fingers wrapped around his father's with surprising strength, and in that moment, Mikael felt the first surge of what would become an unshakeable bond with his firstborn.

"What shall we name him?" Esther asked, though she had already seen a name in her dreams, carried to her on winds of prophecy.

"Magnus," Mikael declared, his voice filled with pride and certainty. "He shall be Magnus Mikaelson, for I see greatness in him already."

As the name was spoken, the infant's eyes seemed to flash with inner light. Magnus Mikaelson had entered the world, and with him came the first stirrings of a power that would reshape the supernatural world. But for now, he was simply a son, held in his mother's arms while his father looked on with pride.

Through the bewildering sensations of his new infant form, Magnus's adult consciousness remained intact. He looked at Mikael – this man history would paint as a monster – and saw instead a proud father, a warrior with honor, a man he would be proud to call Father. In Esther, he sensed both power and deception, the seeds of future betrayal already present in her magical essence.

Outside, the winter wind continued to howl, but inside the longhouse, the flames burned bright as the Mikaelson family welcomed their firstborn son. None could know that this night marked not just a birth, but the beginning of a new chapter in supernatural history.


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