Legends Untold

(slurred honesty, trembling hands, and the kind of truths that only spill when the world is blurry)

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

“I didn’t mean to call you… actually, no. I did. I just shouldn’t have.”

“Why does it hurt more when I’m sober? At least like this I can pretend.”

“I keep trying to forget you. But tonight? You’re all I remember.”

“I said I’d moved on. But look at me — I’m still falling apart.”

“Tell me you miss me too… just lie to me for one night.”

“If I start crying, don’t you dare walk away.”

“I tried to drink you out of my system. It didn’t work.”

“Please… just stay until the room stops spinning.”

𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞

“I shouldn’t be saying this, but you ruined me. Completely.”

“You were supposed to stay. Why didn’t you stay?”

“I wish I hated you. It would make this easier.”

“Don’t look at me like that — like I’m something to save.”

“I’m tired of pretending I’m fine. I’m not.”

“You don’t get to walk back into my life like nothing broke.”

“You’re the reason I drink, you know that?”

“I shouldn’t want you here… but I do.”

𝐋𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫-𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬

“I thought if I numbed it, the past would stop clawing at me.”

“I still hear your goodbye every time I close my eyes.”

“Why didn’t you fight for me?”

“I know I messed up. I just don’t know how to fix it anymore.”

“I keep imagining what we could’ve been.”

“Tell me… was any of it real?”

“I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I know that now.”

“I didn’t lose you. I threw you away. And I hate myself for it.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬

“Don’t look at me like that. I’ll say things I can’t take back.”

“If I kiss you right now… will you stop me?”

“I’m drunk, not stupid — I know you still care.”

“You’re the only person I want to see when I’m like this.”

“Sit with me. Please. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Can you just… hold me? Just this once.”

“I shouldn’t tell you this, but gods, I miss you.”

“If I pass out, promise you won’t disappear.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

“Ignore everything I said earlier. Or don’t. I don’t care anymore.”

“Yeah, I’m drunk. But that doesn’t make the truth less real.”

“I didn’t call anyone else. Just you.”

“I need you. And I hate that.”

“Can you come get me? I don’t trust myself alone.”

“If I show up on your doorstep, promise you won’t slam the door?”

“I miss your voice. Say something. Anything.”

“I know you’re angry… but I’m not hanging up until you talk to me.”

𝐒𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞

“You don’t have to forgive me… just listen.”

“I can’t forget what I did. I just wish you’d tell me it didn’t ruin everything.”

“If I hurt you, I need to hear it from you. Not from my guilt.”

“Stay until morning. Let me face this with you.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you anymore.”

“I’m sorry. Not the drunk kind… the real kind.”

“When I wake up tomorrow, I’ll still want you here.”

“If this is goodbye, let me remember how your voice sounds.”

Danielle Campbell as DAVINA CLAIRE

The path to becoming Minister was treacherous as Cyrus hated politics and hated talking to people even more. However, every plan, every step of the way was to get Ellie back. If he was being honest, while he knew Loukas needed him, Cyrus needed him even more. He was the son Cyrus never knew he wanted and he provided him with the strength to keep going when the days became too difficult. With Loukas around, he never had to worry about forgetting what Ellie looked like....nor did he ever have to worry about the sense of impending doom threatening to swallow him whole.

Beneath his shirt, he was heavily bandaged, but it did not compare to the damage Ellie had taken on the past 2 decades. Grey eyes widened briefly as her words echoed within his mind before his lips quirked up into a small smile.

"I will be fine, El," he said softly. "I am not the one you should worry about." He paused, staring at her as she spoke. The past few decades had hardened his heart towards this resolve. However, it would always soften for her... and for Loukas. He paused, closing his eyes briefly and allowing those walls to come down, knowing he had a trial to prepare for and a never-ending swarm of people to address. The battle was not over yet.

"You are not broken. You're far too strong for that...what you've survived would have sent anyone to an asylum. But you're still here... breathing, talking to me. And that is enough proof that you'll heal." He winced slightly as he adjusted in his seat, his ribs crying out in pain as the bones repaired. No doubt the med witch would be hunting him down for moving too much soon.

ellie  contavius     ...    ▇▇▇     her mouth was dry, and her head pounding in a way that went far beyond the usual headache. she knew it was the side effect of being weaned off all the potions, she'd been fed since her teenage years. at this point, the blonde would be surprised if there was actual blood in her veins. and not just the pearlescent colour, of that fucking potion. tired sapphire eyes, trail to her now bare forearm, before looking out the window as memories assault her. the one dark stain upon the flesh finally missing. all thanks to astra, the sweet girl who had sacrificed everything to strip her family from klarick's control. to remove the chains that bound them all to that evil. she'd been determined to prove they were victims in klaricks game. despite everyone believing her part of his plan. despite everyone believing that she had turned her back on the pure magic her family had once preached, and helped klarick to become one of the strongest dark magic practitioners ever. her name was now, completely and utterly tarnished beneath those lies. but the truth was much darker. klaricks obsession leading to a love potion, and her inadvertently committing betrayal to the one man she truly loved. the one she carried in her heart, even as she was forced to birth klarick children, weapons of power. for his sick and twisted games. [   for his agenda of finding someone who could wield the ancient magic klarick wanted. believing her bloodline held the key.  ]  shaking away the haunting thoughts, she pulls her mind back to the view from the window. her sapphire gaze looking out over the personal view offered from her recovery room. she knew she wasn't in St. Mungo's. but instead, housed in a vast property with round the clock nurses to help her recovery. she wasn't sure who was behind it, given her main visitors were astra and her sons. her sons being highly protective of her now that she was free of klarick. ellie wished with her whole heart, to see her daughter, but that was far trickier of a situation. with mel locked away for now. as they untangled her various crimes to find out if she did them or not. her head turns, pulling her thoughts out of the darkness, as the smell of freshly baked goods filter into the room, as she sees that astra had come once more. like clockwork. ❛   how many times must i say, you do not need to cook for me !!   ❜ voice harsh and thick from its lack of use. making the words come out chopped. only understandable if one listened, close enough to decode.

Truly, Cyrus had not smiled for years following his time at Hogwarts, choosing to spend the next 10 years working his way up the Ministry of Magic and political power to finally become a Minister. However, sometime during those ten years, a baby with sapphire hues was dropped at his doorstep, which had changed the course of his life forever.

Truthfully, he did not know how he would have gotten through the past few years without Loukas at his side. He'd grown up to be a fine son, but also Cyrus' only beacon of light that fuelled his need to end this war once and for all. And it finally had come to an end.

The city was partially destroyed and the battle left many casualties in its wake, but Cyrus had ended Klarick's life once and for all. He winced slightly as he walked down the hallway of his home, clutching his side briefly and slowing his pace as he breathed in deeply and waiting for the pain to subside. The battle did not come with no injuries to himself. He was heavily advised to take it easy as both Minister of Magic and London's new hero. However, he needed to see --

He swung open the door to see the one person he ached for since he stepped upon platform 9 3/4 and set his grey eyes on. It was as if time had stopped at that moment for a brief second before she tore her gaze away and looked at her feet. It caused his brows to furrow. "I'll take it from here, Astra," Cyrus said calmly, nodding at her before she departed.

"Minister?" He arched a brow. "I'm currently known as Cyrus the Great for taking down Klarick and ending his reign of terror," he casually said, carefully minding his side as he took a seat on the chair near her bed. He didn't comment on her weight loss, did not comment on her sunken eyes and nervous expression. To him, she was alive... and she was healing.. and she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever met.

"I am not here to question you... nor will you be fed any sort of potion against your will," he replied gently, his gaze never leaving her face. "For your children, it was necessary as we needed some clarity before removing their mark. All of your children are residing here in this estate.... save for Melitta, who is in custody with the Ministry. I am overseeing that."