The Legend of The White Dragon

Somewhere in the Multi-Universe, there was a planet ruled by a powerful queen, where people lived in peace, and every day was a festival. This world, known as Sirah, was a place where everything and everyone thrived in happiness. But my story—my life story—didn’t begin the day I was born. No, it started 200 years before that, when my great-grandmother, Samantha, received a prophecy. It foretold that the firstborn of her third generation would become the most powerful White Dragon Sirah had ever known—the one destined to end the darkness once and for all. The Day I Was Born Steve: "My Queen, you have to stay low. You know the kingdom is not safe for you or for the quintuplets." Leah: "What kind of queen would I be if my people were forced to fight against the horrors of Michael while I hide to keep my ass safe?" Liliana: "Morgan and Horrison are fighting on the front lines. He doesn’t stand a chance against them. Right now, you are in labor, my Queen, and the only thing that matters is delivering the long-awaited Dragon safely. She is our only hope against the Varons." Leah screamed as another wave of pain surged through her. Leah: "Ahh! This pain is a real b***h. Just get them out of me, Steve!" After hours of agony, I was finally born—Gessica Maning Michealson, the White Dragon reborn. Then came my brother Yaz, my sister Miara, and finally, my two other brothers, Carther and Marten. As my mother cradled us in her arms, exhausted yet filled with joy, the news arrived—Michael had reached the palace. And that could only mean one thing. He had won. With her heart pounding and fear gripping , my mother used the last of her strength to protect us. She cast a spell, sending us away—to another universe. To Earth. To the only person she hoped could protect us until we were ready. She whispered into the void as if he could hear her. Leah: "I love you with all my heart. Hope you find peace in the new world, my wonderful kids. I want you to know that I’m going to always watch over you. I love you, always and forever. Elijah… keep them safe. Please, my love." Wiping her tears away, she stood up, steadying herself. She had no choice but to fight. The doors burst open. Michael had arrived. Leah: "I’m fine. Both of you, go. Check on the kingdom. Save every living soul you can. And don’t you dare come back before I’m done with him." They nodded and vanished. Michael stepped forward with a smirk. Michael: "Where is my long-awaited wife?" Leah’s eyes burned with fury. Leah: "She’s safe from you. You will never lay a finger on her—ever." Without hesitation, she attacked, striking with every ounce of power she had left. Michael chuckled, dodging with ease. "I’m impressed. Even after giving birth, you still look as beautiful and powerful as ever." Leah smirked. "Even if my baby were still in my womb, I would still be able to defeat you." Michael lunged first, but Leah countered just in time. Michael: "You don’t have to make this difficult. Just hand her over, and I promise to keep her safe. After all, I’m going to marry her." Leah: "Over my dead body." His smirk vanished, replaced with cold rage. Michael: "So be it. I had considered keeping you as a maid to raise her, but now you’re dead to me." The battle raged on. Half the castle crumbled, the walls shaking under the force of their blows. Leah fought with everything she had, yet she was barely holding on. In the end, she won—just barely. Michael escaped, wounded but seething with vengeance. As he fled, his voice echoed in the ruins. Michael: "She is mine. Only mine. I will track her down, and when I find her, I will breed her and make it official. Only then will your pathetic world be mine to destroy. Wait for me." The moment he disappeared, her warriors rushed back, despite her orders to stay away. They found her on the floor, barely alive. Blood dripped from her lips as Steve cradled her in his arms. With the last strength she had, she smiled weakly. Leah (coughing blood): "He doesn’t know about them. I sent them to their father’s universe. Track them. Find them. Bring them home… safe. Please… my dearest friend." And with that, she took her final breath. Our mother died with honor, sacrificing herself to protect her children and her people. Her funeral lasted for days. The entire kingdom mourned their fallen queen, their hearts heavy with grief. But even through their sorrow, they found strength in the promise she left behind—the prophecy of her heiress. They believed she would return one day to protect them, and until that day, it was their duty to keep the kingdom safe, strong, and ready for her arrival. They prayed that wherever she was, she was safe and happy. Months passed. Through tireless effort and unwavering determination, the kingdom was rebuilt—stronger, more magnificent than before. The hierarchy of Sirah was determined by the strength of one’s power, passed down through bloodlines. At the top sat the Queen, the most powerful of all. Below her were Steve and Liliana, her most trusted advisors, her right and left hands. The royal family followed, and beneath them, the powerful factions of Healers, Sirens, Shapeshifters, and Phoenixes—each an essential force within the kingdom. At the lowest rank were the common people, though in Sirah, there was no such thing as “ordinary.” Everyone possessed power, some wielding a single ability while others, higher in the hierarchy, could command multiple forms of magic. And at the very top, the Queen—the only one who possessed them all. Liliana stood on the palace balcony, gazing over the restored kingdom, admiration in her eyes. Liliana: "They did an incredible job rebuilding. You’d never guess this place was nearly destroyed by war just months ago." Steve: "Yes, it’s truly remarkable. I just hope Sarah returns soon from Earth… with good news." Liliana placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Liliana: "She’s our best investigator, and she’s determined to bring the little ones home. I have no doubt she will." Steve exhaled, clenching his fists. Steve: "Leah trusted us with them. We couldn’t protect her, but we will protect them. We have to be stronger for their sake. We have to prepare them—to raise them as the protectors of this realm." His eyes darkened with determination. A few days passed, and life in Sirah slowly returned to normal. Schools reopened, people resumed their daily routines, and the kingdom thrived once more. Then, Sarah returned—but she wasn’t alone. She brought back only Carther and Marten. Sarah, her voice heavy with regret: "I’m sorry, Steve... I could only find the twins. It seems they landed separately for some reason, and the others... it’s like they vanished. I tried everything—every spell known to our kind, even the ones used by the Earthlanders. I even used the Queen’s blood to try and locate them… but all I could find were the princes. There’s no trace of the others… or the White Queen." She clenched her fists, guilt washing over her. Sarah: "I’ve failed. I’ve failed Sirah. I’ve failed our people... and I’ve failed our fallen Queen." Liliana, watching the concern grow on Steve’s face, turned to him, urgency in her voice: "What do we do now? We have to find her before Michael does—or worse, what if we’re already too late?" Steve’s expression darkened. With a burst of frustration, he slammed his fist against the table beside him, shattering it into pieces. The weight of their situation pressed on him, but amidst the chaos in his mind, a realization struck. Steve: "He hasn’t found them." Liliana and Sarah stared at him. Steve: "If Michael had them, he’d be here already. Since he’s not showing his damn face, it means one thing—they’re out there, somewhere. Somehow, they’ve managed to hide themselves... and their powers. I know they’re okay." He took a deep breath before turning to Liliana. Steve: "You have to stay. The kingdom needs you. Sirah needs you. I trust no one else to protect it in my absence." Liliana: "Where are you going? And why am I the one staying behind?" Steve: "Because I trust Sirah in your hands. And because I’m going to Earth... to find them. I made a promise to Leah—I would bring them home. No matter how long it takes." Liliana nodded, determination in her eyes. Liliana: "I swear to you, I will protect Sirah with my very soul." She placed a hand over her heart. Liliana: "Safe travels, my friend. May hope and love guide your way... Always and Forever." Steve: "Always and Forever. Until we meet again, dear friend." With that, Steve and Sarah set off for Earth, leaving Sirah in Liliana’s hands. The kingdom remained hopeful, waiting for the day their lost heirs would return—the day they would rise to become the rulers they were meant to be.