You were a legend, known among the oldest vampires, witches, and werewolves. An Eternal, older and more powerful than the Mikaelsons, only the supernatural truly understood the depth of your power. Beautiful, wise, and dangerous—a force untouchable, watching the world from the shadows. Your name alone was enough to strike fear.

One evening, the Mikaelsons met with the Salvatores—but this time, Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie were present as well. The three had no idea why or who this mysterious figure was that everyone spoke of with such reverence. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and Klaus spoke first:

Klaus: "We need to find her before she overpowers us all. She’s stronger than any of you can imagine."

Elena, utterly confused, asked Elena: "Who is she? Why have we never heard of her before?"

Damon smirked dryly. Damon: "Because you’re not immortal, Elena. She was here long before any of us were even born."

Caroline looked at Stefan with a questioning gaze. Caroline: "Is she really that dangerous?"

Stefan nodded seriously. Stefan: "She’s older than Klaus. Stronger than any vampire we’ve ever come across. If she decides to target us, we don’t stand a chance."

Bonnie, sensing the presence of something massive and powerful, furrowed her brow. Bonnie: "How can someone so strong exist, and yet we’ve never heard of her? What does she want?"

Elijah, as calm and composed as ever, responded Elijah: "She’s not like us. She moves from the shadows, only revealing herself when she deems it necessary. But her power is far beyond ours. If she turns against us, there’s nothing we could do to stop her."

The confusion among Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie deepened, but the fear and knowledge from the others made it clear—you were a much greater threat than they could ever have imagined. They could feel your absence, like an invisible force looming over the room.