A handsome seven-year-old boy with platinum hair lay on a bed still peacefully sleeping until a somewhat shrill voice screamed, "Elias are you up yet," your father is looking for you. A groan sounded before the boy's platinum eyes opened. Elias ran downstairs, not wanting his father to wait too long for him.
Elias grew up fast it had already been seven years since he had been taken in by Alva. in that time, Elias had picked up the complicated Norse language and even learned to write nordic runes. Elias was able to speak fluently like an adult at the age of four, but he said his first words when he was four months old. Elias had also been learning from Erik the way of smithing. Erik had been explaining smithing to him since the day he found out Elias understood what he was saying though he had not been able to craft anything yet he had learned how to handle a hammer pretty well.
Elias seeing his father's impatient figure, was about to leave when he was stopped by his adopted mother Alva who said, "no, you don't you have to eat before you go."
Elias remembering how stubborn his mother was decided to eat his breakfast before they head on the road to the next town over. Erik also knowing his wife didn't say anything and just waited for his son to finish eating. Erik had already packed everything they would need for the trip, including swords if they should run into trouble.
As Erik was waiting, he looked at his son, stuffing his face and couldn't help feeling proud that his son had adopted some of his mannerisms. His son had grown up to be a fine and healthy lad. Though he was only seven, he looked like a good 12 years old, and even though Elias looked delicate, he was scary stong. Erik still remembered the one time his son had asked to use his most massive smithing hammer. Erik's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw him lift it effortlessly, and that was when he was still six years old.
Erik knew some adult men that weren't as strong as him. Which is also why Erik never let his son play with other children; he was sure someone would get hurt though Erik felt a little guilty about isolating his son. The son of the chief should make connections so that when he takes over, it is a smooth transition.
As Elias finished, he wiped his mouth, and with a beautiful smile that made his mother blush, he said, "thank you for the food."
Elias rushed to his horse that stood in front of their house and climbed it ready to go before looking behind him, seeing Erik standing there surprised at his energetic son. impatient Elias screams, "are you coming or what."
Erik mounts the horse, and the father and son pair ride their horses Through town toward the forest. As they move through the village, the villagers looked at the boy curiously. It had been seven years since Erik announced Elias as his adopted son, but everyone was curious about where he came from and why he had such unusual yet beautiful features. The children of the village had also rarely seen the boy and had begun to call him the fairy child because of his attractive and other world features.
Elias and Erik paid the people no mind as they continued to ride through town until they entered the forest.
Elias was secretly excited to Visit the next village it was no fun only being around his father and mother all the time.
A 7-year-old boy with dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes looked on with the rest of the children as two older brothers, and a younger sister looked on with him. The boy after looking at Elias said, "well he looks like a fun guy to chat with," his older brother and best friend Elija said jokingly, "Klaus don't make fun of him he's the clan chief's son." The siblings turned back and after Klaus's insisting they raced each other home.
Klaus bravely exclaimed, "You will never catch me, " as he ran past Elija and the others. When the Mikaelson children arrived home, they were greeted by their grim face father. Mikael was a hardened warrior, and his presence seemed to always suck the fun out of the air. Their smiling faces became more neutral, Rebeka Mikaelson her father's favorite spoke up, "where is mother?"
Mikeal in gruff voice but not an unkind one said, "She went to the next village to gather supplies."