Astrid Dahlia Mikaelson. She was dead, she was missing, she was gone. But was really or was she being raised by a presumed dead Mikaelson and a powerful witch?
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The glowing lights from the Mikaelson compound shunned onto the streets of, New Orleans making the compound stand out. The masquerade ball was in full swing.
People were having lots of fun. Drinking, dancing and overall loving the mystery of the ball. But what they didn't know was said supernatural species were all over the party looking for one person
Astrid Mikaelson.
Someone that didn't even have a clear picture of. The witches, vampires and werewolves had to look out for someone that smelt like all three species. Clear. But also hard with all the people in the room.
