A/N: This is basically a backstory for Mikael and Hunter (Henrik reincarnated). It works a a prequel for Kings of Nowhere. You don't have to read anything else to understand this.But it is part of the series called:
"Is Our Story Still a Tragedy?"
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The Destroyer could never remember where or when he found the boy.
It never seemed important.
Mikael never liked questions he could not answer. Yet he has lived for long enough to know sometimes it's best not to ask at all, or else one may risk losing their heart.
To the Destroyer, finding the boy was one of those fantastic life changing moments, when he could hear a voice screaming from within him. It was not the voice he was used to, not the cruel one who told him to harm his children. It was a different one, kind, soft and Devine.
In his youth, Mikael might have named such a voice; he might have thought it was one of his Gods, Odin or Thor, gracing him with their strength. He had asked for their blessings many times throughout the years; begging them to stop him from hurting his children. Yet they never listen.
No. His Gods were dead to him. He would not name such a voice. Mikael simply accepted what fate had decided for him.
When he took Hunter into his arms and hummed a soft melody to call down the child, Mikael knew he would forget the circumstances of their encounter. Why should he remember?
Mikael could recall the births of all his children. He had always conjured them when he needed to remind himself to stay alive. The first time he held each of his children... those were his most sacred memories.
The first time he held Hunter in his arms was among such memories. The smile his little boy graced him with as Mikael played with his little fingers...it was all safely guarded in his heart.
Yet it was not Hunter's birth. Mikael was almost sure he had not been present for the occasion. He never tried to remember who handed him the baby. Mikael simply knew he had promised to take care of the boy.
Hunter was Mikael's second chance.
His rebirth.
Meaning it was not Mikael's fault he forgot how he found the boy, and who had been with Hunter before he found the child.
Nature forced him to forget. She was kind enough to allow Mikael to stay blind; unaware of one last tragedy.
Mikael had already lost too much. The truth about his new favorite son would destroy him.
She was sure making him forget was a kindness.
A/N:Hello dears! This is the prologue for this story. If you like this please leave your thoughts. I'll be posting a more soon. Thanks for reading!
