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Esther wakes to a nightmare she will never escape, the emptiness of the cradle and the bundle of fur reflects her heart, they’re just as cold, the warmth the small bodies should have left, long faded.
As she screams, she wonders if Dahlia can hear it.
For a moment Mikael doesn’t understand it, the empty cot where Elijah should be, his little fighter who had just started to thrive, then his eyes notice the emptiness of Finn’s furs, the horror in his wife’s eyes and the words of denial.
“Not them too.”
He gets the truth from Esther and leaves her alive as much as his hands, his heart wants otherwise, the witch, her sister had stolen his little valkyrie and instead of telling him, warning him she had lied and it had cost them their first born and little fighter.
He leaves to her sobbing, his sword in hand. He doesn’t find them, his sword is wrecked by the trees he had lashed out at instead and when he returns she sits in silence.
He puts his sword down and sits next to her. His hand is as cold as hers when they touch.
He loves-loved their children, he loved-loves her.
It’s a setback.
He won’t let the witch take anything else from him
Three years later Klaus is like a new sunrise but he and those that follow never fill the hole their oldest three left.
Klaus grows up loved until he starts failing his father’s expectations then he learns about Finn, the stolen five year old that Father finds better than him.
Rebekah gets stories from both her parents of the older sister she could have had when she cries over being the only girl.
Kol asks his mother before Henrik is born why he’s different from the rest of their family and learns of the tiny dark haired baby stolen by a witch.