Prologue
Hope Andrea Mikaelson.
Daughter of Klaus Mikaelson, the big bad hybrid, and Hayley Marshall nee Andrea Labonair, werewolf alpha.
Hope Mikaelson is the most powerful creature in the world being three equal parts vampire, werewolf, and witch. A full, immortal tribrid after dying to save the people she cares about. But all that power, and she couldn’t save him. Landon Kirby; friend, boyfriend, phoenix, love of Hope’s life, and son of Malivore.
Being Malivore’s son, Landon realized he was created to be a vessel for his father who could no longer take a human-like shape. He took control of his son and attempted to use him to get rid of Hope, who was the key to destroying Malivore and Landon in the process. Malivore was created with the blood of a vampire, werewolf, and witch so with Hope having the blood of all three, she fashioned a sword made of her own blood to destroy Malivore with after unlocking her vampire side. In the midst of the fight between her and Malivore, Landon was given access to his own body by Malivore so he could convince Hope to spare him but it had the opposite effect.
He told Hope to go through with it.
“Landon, no.” Hope protests as she walks away from him, sword in hand, to an empty courtyard. The wind is blowing heavily, nipping at her skin, and the sky is blood red as it was when she completed her transition. All that was missing was crimson rain falling from the sky to symbolize her new life.
“Hope, listen to me.” Landon pleads, following after his girlfriend, his voice unwavering, so intent with his decision. “Malivore will destroy everyone we care about if you don’t go through with this.”
“Do you have any idea what you’re asking me to do? I am not going to kill you Landon, okay, not if you’re still in there.” She begs him as a last resort so he can keep fighting.
“This is the only way. The prophecy…” He starts but is quickly cut-off. “What prophecy?” Hope almost growls out in anger. Her rage built because the last prophecy she knew stated that she would bring death to all witches which led to many people from all factions coming for her head since before she was even born.
“With Malivore taking control of my body, I can see what he sees and hear what he hears but do nothing to stop him. Before this, we made a detour to find more supernaturals to kill and among them was a witch who had the gift of prophetic vision. As soon as Malivore touched her shoulder, her eyes glowed and she told us of the prophecy.” Landon explained.
“What did it say?” Hope asked, unbelieving but still curious.
“The child who rises from the ashes would be overtaken by his father’s curse and be undone by the child with the blood of all.” He restates the witch's words. “It’s talking about us. I’m a phoenix who comes to life after dying through fire and eventually ash, hence, “rises from the ashes” and the child with the "blood of all" is you, Hope. Being a tribrid makes you the only one who can do this and you will do this because that's who you are. A good person who will do anything for the people she loves. Everyone thought you were evil because of your father and even though you have some of his more murderous tendencies,” He attempts a joke. “You are still good, still light. That’s why Malivore is coming after you, because you are the only one who can stop him.”
Hope doubts the words from her own experience. “We can’t be sure what she said was even true. When my mother was pregnant with me, the witches had a premonition that I would bring death to all witches and guess what? It never happened!” She all but yelled in a fit of anger, overcome with emotions and about to lose the boy she loves.
He pushes his point harder. “You told me about that prophecy and said it was that you would change the order of nature but it never said if it was for good or evil. And you never destroyed the witches because the factions in New Orleans are living peacefully because of you. That prophecy came true, you changed the order and made it better.” His voice softened as he brought his hands up to rest on her arms. “And this one is going to pass whether we want it to or not, Hope. To save everyone we love, you have to do this. I’m ready.”
She was losing her fight with every tear that stained her face. “I can’t lose you again, Landon, please.” She begs. He continues, looking into her eyes and bringing a hand up to rest on her cheek. There is nothing but love and acceptance shrouding his eyes that look more green than gray, matching his forest colored shirt. “You are the best thing to happen to me, Hope Mikaelson. I went from foster home to foster home with Raphael,” He tears up thinking of his dead brother now living in a prison world with his father. “But I only ever felt at home when I found you. That first dance we had at the town square was a night I will never forget but I doubt anyone could ever forget someone as amazing as you.” Hope chokes on the last words, suppressing a sob. He rests his head on hers, “Thank you for giving me a place where I belong even if it was for a short while. I love you, Hope. Always…”
“And forever.” Hope ends. “I love you, Landon.” Her eyes screw shut, trying to fight the tear as she comes to terms with his decision and what she has to do next. “Thank you for being my first love.” She blinks up with sorrow filled eyes, her tears making the blue in them look like an ocean. “Don’t let me be your last.” He whispers, his own eyes tearful but resolute, knowing he is going to die but content that he is saving the people who gave him a home and the girl he grew to love every part of, supernatural and otherwise. He kisses her one last time. It's soft and meaningful and says enough. Neither one wants to pull away but Landon is the first to disconnect, his eyes closed and resting his head on hers as he cradles her face trying to commit every detail to memory because it's the last time he’ll ever have her in his arms that feel like coming home after being at war for years.
As they stand there, foreheads pressed against each other, standing in the other’s embrace, Hope pulls back her blood-forged sword and strikes, the blade going through her lover’s heart. Landon lets out a grunt and the life leaves his body as he slumps to the ground, Hope following him down. The sword vanishes in flames after completing what it was meant to do and Hope stares down at the boy she loves as she lets out heart wrenching sobs. In her agony, she lets out a scream, her magic coming out in waves as she lets her grief water the earth around her. The earth seems to darken as it absorbs her agony. The leaves sway towards the tribrid, creating a cover of shadows for her to hide in. The wind picks up even harder and goes in every direction. She barely processes the chaos around her, too absorbed in what has happened to focus on anything other than Landon’s body lying in front of her. His eyes, devoid of any emotion, stare up at her and she is left with nothing but misery.
Hope Mikaelson is the most powerful creature in the world and she has lost everything.