To be a Mikaelson means to be a Royal.

The Mikaelsons, the oldest and most powerful family to ever walk on Earth. The Mikaelsons are the rulers of the Supernatural World, the most powerful, and with power, comes enemies.

Over time, the Mikaelsons have made many enemies that would do anything and everything to see them fall, but not until 'Amora Mikaelson' is alive.

Amora Mikaelson, the Eldest Mikaelson, the last and only descendant and blood of Old Valyria and the First Men, the first and only Queen of Supernatural’s, the Queen of Ice and Fire, the First Tribrid, the great Unifier of the magical community and the supernatural world, the Wielder of Ice and Fire, The Original Seer and Dreamer, the princess that was promised. The Original Queen...

Amora Mikaelson is known to be ruthless, merciless, a dictator, a monster. Amora is the most feared person in the whole supernatural world, and nobody dares to cross her. But just as much as she is feared, she is equally respected and admired throughout.

Amora The eldest Mikaelson, is the heart of her family, the string that holds them all together.

After Aegon the Conqueror had the dream of 'The Prince that was promised,' 'the end of mankind and the Long Night,' and 'the White Walkers,' he had another dream, 'The Queen of Ice and Fire.'

In shadows deep and secrets veiled, a prophecy unfolds, intricately detailed, A tale of darkness shrouded in mystic art, foretelling the rise of a queen, a new world's start.

Her power unrivalled, her beauty untold,

She'll wield the elements and secrets of old.

A woman of grace, her heart pure and true,

Destined to save us from the impending doom, through and through.

To the four corners of the earth, her name will echo,

A beacon of hope, an indomitable hero.

From the realms of fire to the depths of the sea,

She'll unite all that is, and all that will be.

The realms entwined, their destinies collide,

As she steps forth, in her wisdom and pride.

Mysteries surround her, in riddles they lay,

Only she can unlock the secrets and show us the way.

A crown unseen, she shall rightfully claim,

To guide the world from darkness into her reign.

But beware, for darkness resists the light,

And her path shall be perilous, a treacherous fight.

The balance of power, on her shoulders it rests,

In her hands, the fate of both the worst and the best.

Unveil the riddles, decipher the code,

The arrival of 'SHE,' the world's destiny foretold.

But what Aegon did not understand that both the dreams were connected, like they were in parts and together they make a whole prophecy.

Torrhen Stark also had a similar dream when he visited the Godswood, the Old Gods. Thus, both the prophecies were passed down to generations and as time passed, everyone started forgetting the prophecies in the Stark family but The Targaryen’s had remembered it and held on to it.

Though when the time of the Game of Thrones generation came, they thought 'Jon Snow/Aegon Targaryen' was the prince that was promised and that they had defeated all the whit walkers, but they did not for 'Jon Snow' was not the song of Ice and Fire, was not the prince that was promised.

Saera Targaryen, the daughter of Jaehaerys and Alyssane Targaryen. The beautiful fiery princess, the one who ran away to Essos, met Atlas Stark, a dangerous and handsome man, in the exotic city of Lys.

Their worlds collided, and a whirlwind romance ensued. They fell deeply in love, married in secrecy, and created a home far from the prying eyes of their noble houses.

Saera became pregnant, and their excitement grew as they contemplated whether their child would fulfil the ancient prophecies, regardless they were excited vowed to love and adore their child, no matter a daughter or a son though both wanted a daughter. But as always, their happy times came to an end, their joy was short-lived.

One fateful night, Saera dreamt of the prophecies—of a woman with white hair, roots black, sitting on a throne, and a chant of "The Queen of Ice and Fire" that sent shivers down her spine. She awoke to find herself covered in blood, and chaos descended as she clutched her belly in agony.

Saera screamed and cried clutching her belly, Atlas barking orders at the healers and guards all the while reassuring Saera.

The healers trying their best to save the child when suddenly, a woman in red clothes and a hood covering her face came forward, and said, “I am Melisandre, a red priestess of Asshai and only I can help you, I can save your child but a price will have to be paid”.

 Saera and Atlas agreed, anything and everything to save their child. The woman chanted, and as the chants grew so did the winds, the thunder raged outside and the weather was getting worse.

Soon everything stopped and it became eerily silent. Saera shakingly looked down to see her bump gone, her child, her daughter gone. Saera and Atlas screamed and raged.

The woman, who was the red priestess of Asshai, the follower of R'hllor the lord of light, smiled and said "The child is safe and the price for her to live was time travel. She will write her story in the future." and she vanished leaving behind two broken parents who never recovered from the loss of their child.

Atlas eventually died succumbing to an illness, a few months later, he was depressed from the loss of his child, leaving Saera all alone who was trying so hard to not succumb to their family madness.

Saera soon left Lys and went to Volantis created her own dynasty and sired three sons with different fathers.

Saera never remarried for Atlas was her one true love and she never truly recovered from her first child's lost either. She shared the tales of her first child with her sons and on her death bed, she made a wish to be able to see her child, her precious daughter once with the love of her life 'Atlas'.

Amora Mikaelson, a vision of ethereal beauty, is a living paradox of colours that captivate the soul. Her long, cascading hair, a mesmerizing tapestry, is a dance between the moonlight's pale embrace and the midnight's embrace, with its roots a shade of mysterious onyx. The contrast gives her an otherworldly aura, like the blending of day and night.

Her eyes, a reflection of both stormy skies and earth's warm hazel, harbour secrets and dreams. They are a realm of their own, with shades that shift like the seasons, pulling you into an endless abyss of mysteries. Gazing into them is like peering into the universe itself, where galaxies swirl in their depths.

Amora's full lips, painted in shades of pink and red, are a temptation of a forbidden fruit, offering both sweetness and danger. The very curve of those lips promises enchantment and peril, where every word she speaks is laced with a beguiling magic.

High, proud cheekbones frame her face, adding a regal allure to her presence. Rosy cheeks, like the blush of dawn, bloom with the promise of new beginnings. They're a subtle reminder that even in her divine allure, she remains touched by humanity.

Her perfect eyebrows, elegantly arched, serve as the gates to her soulful eyes. They draw the gaze to her most enchanting feature, emphasizing the enigmatic allure of her countenance. Every subtle movement is a silent spell, weaving tales of enchantment and intrigue.

Long, curled lashes cast enchanting shadows over her expressive eyes, like veils hiding secrets that only the bravest dare to unveil. They flutter with a graceful allure, a gateway to a world of passion and power.

Amora Mikaelson, Targaryen, Stark, is the embodiment of beauty beyond this realm, a living masterpiece that transcends the bounds of earthly allure. With each glance, she invites the world into a realm of inhumane enchantment and allure, where danger and fascination intertwine.

Amora, a unique blend of power, beauty, dominance, and cunningness. Her charm can disarm even the most resolute adversaries. Her eyes are capable of ensnaring one alone.

But beneath the veneer of ruthlessness lies a woman whose family means everything to her. She possesses a golden heart.

But in the tempestuous realm of desire and danger, Amora remains an unattainable dream, a siren whose allure beckons every man, yet none can bridge the chasm that separates her from the world's relentless pursuit.

She is the heart of her family, the guardian angel of her younger siblings. As the eldest scion of the Mikaelsons, Amora commands immense respect and admiration, but her power also instils fear like an unassailable fortress.

Cross her at your peril, for Amora Mikaelson, Targaryen, Stark brooks no opposition.

People said, when Amora came into the world, the winds picked up, thunder cracked, and the weather shifted. It was the night of a blood moon, and her birth was accompanied by a loud thunderclap, heavy rain, and a sudden burst of fire in the birthing chamber.

Amora had been born with a power that rivalled the deities themselves. Amora was more than just a Targaryen and Stark; she carried the Mikaelson genes and the magic of the Haugen’s.

Amora was the apple of both of her parent's eyes. Mikael and Esther loved Amora very much, she had always been a curious, smart, cunning, beautiful, kind and a very determined child.

Amora was born with unimaginable power, from a very young age she had started practicing magic becoming a prodigy in the magical arts.

Mikael and Esther loved Amora very much, she had always been a curious, smart, cunning, beautiful, kind, happy and a very determined child.

In the aftermath of the Long Night, the world of Westeros was left in turmoil. The Targaryen line, once a beacon of power and prestige, had been extinguished. Daenerys Targaryen, the last hope for the return of the dragons, had met her tragic end.

The fate of the Targaryen Dynasty now rested solely on the shoulders of Jon Snow, known as Aegon Targaryen, the prince believed to be 'The Prince that was Promised'. Yet, Jon had denied his Targaryen lineage and instead was the cause of its downfall.

As years passed, Westeros faced a doom of its own, an impending catastrophe that loomed on the horizon. But in the midst of these dark times, a prophecy whispered through the shadows, a prophecy that had lingered in the hearts and minds of the mystical beings who still held hope. This was the prophecy of "The Queen of Ice and Fire."

For generations, witches and sorcerers had foreseen the arrival of this mysterious queen who would hold the power to change the fate of the world. In the heart of this prophecy lay the hopes of the magical community, for the Queen of Ice and Fire was destined to reshape the destiny of Westeros and beyond.

The key to this prophecy was the lineage of the one known as Mikaelsons. After many years, Esther found herself pregnant, a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

The magic and spells she had inherited from her sister had guided her, and the ancestral whispers confirmed that 'SHE' was on the verge of birth, a child who would bring light to the world.

Esther's womb, the cradle of 'SHE,' carried the promise of salvation for all. For centuries, the world had been awaiting the birth of this enigmatic figure, the Queen of Ice and Fire, a title that held more weight than any crown in the realm.

This child, 'SHE,' was the last descendant of Old Valyria, a lineage steeped in ancient and formidable magic. 'SHE' was also the inheritor of the blood of the First Men, the primal and untamed force that had once dominated the land.

But 'SHE' was more than just the culmination of these powerful bloodlines. Ayanna Bennett, a dear friend of Esther and a surrogate mother to the Mikaelson children, had played her own part in weaving this tale.

She had adopted Amora into the Bennett line, and with this union, the essence of Bennett magic now coursed through Amora's veins.

Esther and Mikael's family continued to grow. Two years after Amora's birth, they welcomed Freya into their midst. Her arrival was followed by Finn just a year later, and for a while, life was bathed in an illusion of contentment.

The Mikaelson siblings thrived in the company of each other. Yet, it was Amora, their older sister, who held a special place in their hearts.

Finn and Freya, in particular, looked up to Amora with unwavering adoration. She was more than a sister to them; she was their idol, the guiding star that lit their path. Their sibling bond ran deep, forged in the crucible of shared secrets and affection.

But as life tends to do, it took a darker turn. The ominous day arrived when Dahlia, Esther's sister, came to collect her long-awaited payment, a debt promised by Esther.

The price was steep, an ancestral covenant that demanded every firstborn of Mikaelson’s lineage. It was a pact that would shroud their world in darkness, and only Amora's heart held the courage to defy its cruel weight.

With the silent assistance of her ancestral guardians, Amora was hidden away, her existence concealed from Dahlia's watchful eyes. In her pursuit of the promised child, Dahlia perceived nothing amiss, for she had been forsaken by the very ancestors who guided Amora's escape.

Thus, Esther was able to fool her and gave her second born, Freya to her.

Tragedy soon befell the Mikaelson household. Freya was declared dead, a chilling lie that cast a pall over the family. Mikael, a father inconsolable, sought solace in Amora, the only light left in his world. For Amora and Freya were not only sisters but the apple of Mikael's eye, his cherished daughters.

In the wake of Freya's supposed demise, Finn bore the knowledge of a hidden truth that weighed heavily upon him. He alone held the secret of Freya's disappearance, a truth he confided only in Amora.

The burden of their shared knowledge cemented their bond, and he remained steadfastly glued to his sister's side.

Amora, once a beacon of happiness and mischief, underwent a profound transformation. The fire that once burned brightly within her was extinguished, her spirit shattered by the loss of her sister.

Amora and Freya had been inseparable, their love an unbreakable bond. Now, Amora felt the void left by her sister's absence like a chasm within her.

As time unfurled its relentless tapestry, Esther and Mikael welcomed more children into their growing family: Elijah, Niklaus, Kol, Rebekah, and Henrik.

Their brood was a tight-knit unit, bound by blood and affection, but it was Amora who took on the mantle of protector and nurturer. She played the role of guardian, a motherly figure who cherished her siblings and distributed her love and attention equally.

Mikael, over time, became cruel, particularly towards Niklaus. His heart harboured little warmth, except when it came to Amora. To her, he was a loving father, her only refuge from his harsh demeanour. She alone could quell the fires of his cruelty, the cherished "sweet girl" who held his heart.

Esther, too, was known for her strictness and unwavering discipline with her children. However, Amora remained the exception in her eyes. To her mother, Amora was the embodiment of perfection, a beacon of light in their otherwise tumultuous lives.

As the years unfolded and childhood faded into memory, Amora blossomed into a woman whose beauty transcended mere mortal bounds. Her allure captivated not only the villagers but the entire kingdom, leaving an indelible mark on the country itself. This intoxicating presence stirred jealousy in the heart of every woman but one woman, Tatia Petrova, whose envy and hate for Amora knew no bounds.

Amora's beauty was the stuff of legends. Princes, kings, and commoners alike vied for her attention, but their efforts proved futile. Her mere presence commanded a room, a magnetic force that drew every eye to her. Amora didn't need to exert any effort to captivate; she was a living masterpiece.

But there was more to Amora than her ethereal beauty. Mikael, her father, had seen to her training, and he took great pride in her martial prowess. She was a master of weaponry, her skills unmatched by any other. Her father's diligent guidance had moulded her into a formidable force, a woman not just of beauty, but of strength and skill.

In addition to her prowess with weapons, Amora possessed a profound command of magic. With her mother's teachings and Ayanna's guidance, and the mysterious interventions of the ancestors, Amora's magical abilities were unparalleled.

She was not just a witch; she was the most powerful witch ever to grace the earth.

The bond between the Mikaelson siblings was a marvel to behold. Though they had their differences, love and loyalty bound them in an unbreakable chain.

At the heart of it all was Amora, the string that held them together. She was their anchor, their protector, and their guiding light.

Finn, the silent guardian of secrets, found solace in Amora's presence. She alone shared his confidences, offering a listening ear and a steady hand.

Elijah, the diplomat and scholar of the family, looked to Amora for guidance and unwavering support in his pursuits.

Klaus, the warrior with a storm brewing in his soul, found solace in Amora's unwavering defence and the healing touch of her care.

Rebekah, the eternal seeker of love and pampering, received Amora's understanding and affection.

Kol, the wild and unpredictable soul, always had Amora standing by his side, her steadfast support never wavering.

And then there was Henrik, the youngest, whom Amora had raised, nurturing him with love and protection.

Amora's love knew no bounds, and she had sheltered her siblings, making them feel cherished and safe. Their unwavering loyalty to their sister was a testament to the profound connections that bound the Mikaelson family.

They were prepared to go to any lengths, face any darkness, to protect the one who had been their steadfast guardian throughout the trials and tribulations of their lives.

The revelation was a thunderous tempest in Mikael's heart; his cherished "sweet girl" had been transformed into the very creature he loathed above all else – a werewolf. Fury and despair swirled within him like a relentless storm.

A werewolf, the epitome of what he swore to eradicate. In his eyes, the blame rested squarely on Niklaus, the offspring of his wife Esther's infidelity. He had pledged to rid the world of not just wolves, but also the son he could never truly accept.

Yet, on the flip side of this tangled web of betrayal, Niklaus bore the weight of a consuming wrath. Unearthing the shocking deceptions spun by his own mother, he had responded in kind.

In a furious outburst, he had ended Esther's life, cunningly shifting the blame onto Mikael. In this shadowed labyrinth of family intrigue, only three souls bore witness to the cruel truths – Klaus, Mikael, and the enigmatic Amora.

For Amora, with her origins traced to Valyrian and Stark lineage, was more than just a dreamer and Warg. She possessed the gift of foresight, awakening a latent ability after the fateful werewolf bite, granting her unparalleled insight into the future.

The Mikaelson siblings were compelled to flee, forced into a life of perpetual nomadism to escape the pursuers who sought their destruction. Before embarking on their endless journey, they made a solemn vow. A vow etched in their hearts, a vow that would transcend time, destiny, and all adversities the vow of "Always and Forever."