Prologue
Dear Diary,
For the longest time,
My family's history was drenched in blood, in a thousand years of enemies, slaughter, and careless war. It came with a legacy of great power and respect. My parents raged war on New Orleans and the Quarter to win back their home.
My father taught me that our name, my name, Mikaelson, meant loyalty, honor, and family above all.
Eliza, he would tell me, look after your siblings, respect your mother, respect yourself, and always take pride in your name. You are a Mikaelson, let no one take that away from you.
And, for the longest time, I didn't understand what he meant. Sometimes, I even resented him.
But now, I look across the city I was born and raised in, the city that my parents fought against witches, warlocks, wolves, spirits, and even their own family, the city that my siblings and I have inherited and are to rule now, and finally I understand.
We are the Mikaelson heirs and this is our legacy…
House Mikaelson. Always and forever. Long may we reign.
