#Ooc I hope people enjoy my writing of Klaus π I am in a very lengthy mood.
// Feel free to jump upon my open starter , I am bored π€.
Klaus is very close to his older brother Elijah . As he goes to comfort Elijah , Mikael pins him against a tree trunk a sword to his throat .
Young Klaus gulps , heβs been threatened way too many times by his step father. ++
Someday , somehow heβll get revenge on the old bastard.
Unaware that fate had already begun weaving its threads around him.
Unaware that the family gathered within these humble wooden walls would one day become legends.
Monsters.
The Originals.
#Vikingtimes
Standing at the edge of the clearing was Klaus Mikaelson, cleaning his sword he was given as a present when he became of age .
Seventeen winters had shaped him into something both powerful and restless. Already taller than most men++
The era of the vikings , before the town of Mystic falls was ever built.
Smoke curled lazily from the longhouses clustered within the village, carrying with it the scent of burning wood and evening meals. Children chased one another through the muddy paths while warriors returned from++
Somewhere else, Mikaelβs voice barked an order that caused several younger warriors to scramble into motion.
Klaus glanced back toward the village.
Toward his family.
Toward the life expected of him.++
He heads back towards his hovel they lived in , hearing Mikaelβs booming voice as he scowls his older brother Elijah , for not being to doing a simple task properly. Klaus dare not interrupt, or heβll get caught in the crossfire.++
A huge yellow full moon , reaching into the sky . A distant wolf howl cut through the evening air.
Klaus stilled, he offen heard those eery howls .
The sounds of the village returned as if nothing had happened.
Torches were being lit now, casting flickering orange light across++