The Legend of The White Dragon

Episode 2

Steve

Being the queen’s right hand comes with immense responsibilities. I’ve known Leah since childhood—we were raised together, side by side. Long before she was my queen, she was like a little sister to me, a bond forged in loyalty and trust. Watching her rise to the throne, standing by her through every battle and every challenge, I vowed to protect her with my life. But I failed. Now, all that remains of my promise is the duty to find and safeguard her children—the last hope of Sirah.

It’s been a week since we arrived on Earth, searching every corner for them. Along the way, we’ve uncovered the Mikaelson family’s tragedies—the Originals, the first vampires, with enemies lurking in every shadow. Their enemies are endless. The chaos of their downfall scattered the children, forcing them to land separately, each in a place they don’t belong, unaware of who they are. We’ve managed to find two of them, but the others… they’re still out there. Lost in a world they don’t understand, hunted by the very enemies the Mikaelsons made over centuries. Their powers are far too strong for them to live among humans unnoticed, and if we don’t find them soon, they’ll either be discovered or destroyed. Worse, if one of their enemies gets to them first… the entire realm is doomed. Too lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed Sarah’s arrival until she spoke, her voice urgent yet steady.

Sarah : "We found one of the girls."

Steve : My head snapped up, heart pounding. " What? How?"

Sarah: "We used a spell on the boys' blood to trace their siblings. It worked. One of them has surfaced."

I clenched his fists, a mix of relief and urgency washing over me.

Steve: "Which one? Where is she?"

Sarah, catching her breath: "It’s Miara. But Steve… something feels off. Her energy is unstable."

Steve: "Then we don’t have time to waste. We need to get to her before he does."

Sarah: Nodding, her expression grim. “I agree. But we need to be careful. If her energy is unstable, it means she’s either suppressing her powers or—”

Steve: Finishing her sentence, jaw tightening. “Or she’s starting to lose control.”

Sarah: “Exactly. And if she loses control in the middle of humans, it’ll draw attention. The kind we can’t afford.”

Steve: Running a hand through his hair, frustration creeping in. “Damn it. We need to move now.”

Sarah: Placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “We will fix this. We still have time.”

Steve: Taking a deep breath, determination settling in. “Then let’s go. Tell me where she is.”

Sarah: Pulling out a worn-out map with glowing markings:“ A small town near the coast. She’s been staying in an orphanage—someone must have found her and taken her there.”

Steve: Eyes narrowing. “Then we need to make sure they don’t get caught in the crossfire.”

We gathered our supplies quickly, ready to set off into the unknown. There was no time to waste—every moment could bring us closer to either saving Miara or watching the world fall further into chaos.

As we made our way to the outskirts of town, the reality of what we were facing began to weigh heavily on me. The Mikaelsons had lived through tragedies beyond anyone's comprehension, and now, the fate of their children rested on our shoulders. The last thing we needed was for Miara’s unstable powers to attract attention—attention from people who wouldn’t hesitate to exploit her. Worse, if Michael found her, he would do far worse than exploit her; he’d try to break her, manipulate her, use her as a weapon against Sirah.

But there was one other thing we couldn’t afford: anyone discovering who Miara really was. The Mikaelsons’ legacy had to remain a secret. If anyone knew they were the Originals' bloodline, the consequences would be catastrophic. It would draw enemies from every corner of the world—the same enemies who had once hunted the Mikaelsons down. They would stop at nothing to use Miara for their own ends. She couldn’t know who she was, and neither could anyone else. Not yet. Not until we were sure she was safe.

We arrived at the orphanage as dusk began to fall, the shadows stretching across the quiet town. The building itself looked like something out of a forgotten era, a large stone structure with ivy crawling up its walls. The faint hum of children’s voices drifted from the cracked windows, but there was no sign of the danger that loomed within.

We kept our movements deliberate, silent—every step calculated. The plan was simple: get in, avoid being seen, find Miara, and get her out without anyone noticing. We couldn’t risk drawing attention. Not now. Not when time was running out and Miara’s powers were becoming more unstable by the minute.

As we approached the back entrance, I felt a sudden unease. Something was off. Sarah, ever the perceptive one, noticed it too.

"Stay alert," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Something feels wrong."

I nodded, keeping my senses on high alert. We moved through the shadows, dodging the occasional flicker of light as a guard walked past. It was supposed to be easy—too easy—but we knew better than to get comfortable.

We finally found the door leading into the orphanage’s main hallway. Quietly, I pushed it open, and we slipped inside. The air was cool, stale with the smell of old wood and dust. We moved swiftly, scanning the rooms for any sign of Miara. But then, I froze.

I could feel it—the presence of someone else. A presence that didn’t belong here.

I exchanged a quick glance with Sarah, and we both instinctively drew closer to the shadows, hiding ourselves behind a large column. There, in the far corner of the room, a man stood, his back to us. His figure was unmistakable—a tall, broad-shouldered figure, with a face I knew all too well.

Michael’s man, Angelo.

How the hell was he here?

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The plan had been flawless, as careful as we had been, we had kept our movements to ourselves—no one else should know about Miara. But there he was, standing in the orphanage, as if he had been waiting for us.

Sarah’s eyes widened in realization. "Was he following us? Listening to us?" she muttered, her hand tightening around the weapon at her side.

But how? We had been so careful. We hadn’t slipped up. We’d avoided contact with anyone who might’ve been suspicious. Yet somehow, Michael’s reach had stretched this far.

I gritted my teeth, trying to control my anger. "We can't risk getting caught. If he’s here, then Michael knows we’re coming for Miara."

"Then we have to act fast," Sarah said, her voice low but firm. "We don’t know how much time we have before he alerts the others."

I looked at her, then back to the man in the corner. He was still oblivious to our presence, distracted by something in his hands—likely a report or a message from Michael. This was our chance.

"We need to get to Miara now, before he realizes we’re here," I said. "Stay close. We move fast, we move silent."

We darted down the hallway, making our way to the orphanage’s living quarters. Every muscle in my body was tense, ready to react at a moment’s notice. The closer we got to Miara, the more I could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on me. If Angelo saw us, the entire plan would fall apart.

Finally, we reached the small room where Miara was kept. The door creaked slightly as I pushed it open, and I froze in the threshold.

There, in the crib, was Miara. She was barely one, small for her age, her eyes wide and innocent. She was sucking on her thumb, completely unaware of the danger surrounding her. Her energy was still unstable, a faint buzz that only we could feel, but she was just a baby—too young to understand the weight of the legacy she carried.

I took a step closer, my heart tightening at the sight of her. It was hard to believe this little one was the last hope of Sirah, the child whose powers could change the fate of an entire realm. But she wasn’t the only one. The prophecy had spoken of the firstborn, Gessica—the white dragon, whose powers were said to be the key to the survival of the realm. But Miara... Miara was more than just another piece in that prophecy. She was the hidden one, the child no one had expected. And now, the fate of the realm rested on all of them—each one of the Mikaelson children held unimaginable power.

The weight of it all pressed down on me. We couldn’t afford to fail, not with Michael and his men closing in. They were all after the same thing: the children who could shift the balance of power in the realm, children who were completely unaware of what they were truly capable of.

Before I could move any closer, I heard the footsteps again. Michael’s man. He was getting closer.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath.

"We can’t stay here," Sarah whispered urgently. "If he comes in, we’ll be trapped."

I nodded, my mind racing. We had to act, and fast. There was no time to waste.

I reached down to pick Miara up, careful not to make any noise. She let out a soft whimper but remained asleep, unaware of the danger she was in. My heart ached as I held her, knowing that we were her only chance at survival.

The door creaked open, and there, standing in the doorway, was Angelo. His eyes glinted with a smirk, the confidence of someone who thought they were always one step ahead.

“Well, well,” Angelo said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “If you want to keep everyone safe, you should just hand her over.”

I froze, my heart thudding in my chest.

“Not going to happen,” I snapped, stepping in front of Miara.

Angelo’s smirk deepened. “I had hoped you’d say that. But you’re forgetting something, Steve. None of you can’t use our powers in a room full of humans. You’ll hurt them. The frequencies of their bodies are so different from ours. You wouldn’t want that on your conscience, would you?”

I clenched my fists, the pressure of the situation building. I couldn’t risk Miara losing control here—not with a room full of innocent lives. But Angelo had crossed a line.

Without a second thought, I darted toward the window, my eyes scanning the space for a quick escape. I turned to Sarah, nodding at her to stay close.

“Stay behind me,” I whispered.

I threw myself through the window, the glass shattering as I landed in the garden below. Miara’s small, fragile body was still cradled in my arms as I sprinted, my breath ragged but focused.

Sarah was right behind me, but I could already hear Angelo’s footsteps following—he wasn’t giving up so easily.

Once we reached a safer distance, I set Miara down carefully on the ground, turning to face Angelo, who had just stepped through the broken window. The fight was about to begin.

I took a deep breath, stepping forward, ready to face the man who had been following us. I had never used my powers in front of anyone before. Not even in training. It was something I’d kept hidden, something I’d only ever used in the most isolated of places. But this wasn’t just about me anymore.

“Stay back, Sarah,” I ordered, keeping my focus on Angelo.

Angelo grinned, cracking his knuckles. “You think you can take me down, Steve? You’ve always been more talk than action.”

He lunged at me, but I was ready. In a blur of motion, I shifted, using my abilities to my advantage. Angelo didn’t stand a chance. Each strike he made was met with a counter, and with each passing second, it became clear that his confidence was his downfall.

I’d learned to harness my powers in solitude, pushing myself to the limits, but now I was using them in a real fight. The raw power surged through me—more potent than I’d ever allowed it to be in front of others.

The fight was short but intense. Angelo’s movements grew sluggish as I overpowered him, finally landing a blow that sent him crashing to the ground, unconscious.

Breathing heavily, I stood over him, my body still thrumming with energy from the fight.

Sarah, holding Miara close, stepped forward, her face a mix of concern and confusion. “Is he dead?”

I shook my head, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. “No. I need answers first. I want to know how he got here and what they know.”

I turned to Sarah, locking eyes. “We can’t afford any more surprises.”

I couldn’t allow Michael to have his way, not when the stakes were this high. We had to protect Miara—and the other children—before it was too late.

Sarah crouched beside me, her eyes scanning the surroundings, ever vigilant. "We can’t risk staying here for long," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind. "We need to move her to a safer place."

I nodded, with Miara safely in my arms. We moved into the night, determined not to let anything or anyone stand in the way of the children’s survival. We couldn’t fail. Not now. Not when the future of Sirah depended on us.