Legacies fanfic, canon until 3x04 and Landon never died, also Landon's still a phoenix. What happens when Malivore escapes the prison world and the Salvatore School is forced into another battle to try and defeat him? What if one of the creatures t...
They led me up a huge stairway and down a wide dark hall with numbers on all the doors which I presumed were dorms. Hope and Landon stopped outside dorm 28 and went inside. I walked in after them and looked around the room, it was much bigger than you'd think a dorm would be but it was definitely Hope's, there was a sign on the wall with her name on it, a double bed, half finished canvases on easels, an armchair and a desk among other furniture. Fairy lights strung up and a painting of a city skyline with a big full moon directly above the bed.
"You paint," I said looking at the moon painting.
"Uh, yeah," She replied, clearly not expecting me to say anything about it, "Those but not that," she pointed between the paintings on the easels and the painting I was looking at on the wall. I didn't ask who painted it, she didn't seem to want to talk about it. Hope walked over to a shelf filled with old books and Landon went to the left side of the room near the armchair, looking for something and clearly knowing his way around her room. I continued looking around and a framed photo near the armchair that Landon was kneeling by caught my eye. It was a photo of a pretty brunette woman smiling at a baby in her arms. If I had to guess I'd say the baby was Hope and the woman was her mother, she was looking at her in the way I knew all too well - the way I've always been terrified I'll one day look at someone. That pure unconditional bond of love between mother and child. That look is the reason I never wanted to be a mother, I've always had to look out for myself, put my own needs first and with a child I knew I wouldn't be able to do that.
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When Landon was born the second I saw him I knew I'd do anything for him, I knew I'd put his needs above everyone else, even my own. Except I couldn't do that, so instead I left him on the steps of the local church with a photo and a name before disappearing into the night. I never thought I'd see him again, but when I did, when I finally realized he was telling the truth - that he was my son - I instantly loved him more than anyone else and it scared me. I was right to be afraid of that look, that look's the reason I threw myself back into Malivore, because I cared about him enough to go back there. Seeing him again today in that assembly hall was like a punch to the stomach although I hid it well. And seeing him next to Hope, I see a different look in her eyes, it's what told me not to ask too many questions about the painting on the wall. Loss, I know that look too. I was curious about Hope last year and I still am now. I knew from the moment I met her that she had a sadness surrounding her, something dark, and I can't seem to stop myself from wondering what that is.
Landon stood up from where he was kneeling and walked back to the centre of the room holding a clear sphere.
"What's that?" I asked, looking at the object in his hand.
"It's basically a supernatural lie detector," he answered, and I couldn't decipher the look on his face, which frustrated me more than I'd like to admit.
"We need to make sure you're telling the truth about who you are and how you got here. It's just a safety precaution. It shouldn't be a problem, as long as you're not lying." Hope explained, grabbing a book off her shelf that looked hundreds of years old and placing it on her desk, flipping fast through the pages.
"And what's that?" I asked, overall I was feeling incredibly out of the loop around here and that's not exactly a feeling I enjoy.
"It's just one of my Aunt's old grimoires, I want to try and figure out how you got out of the prison world." Hope answered vaguely and I didn't ask any follow up questions considering I understand only about 40% of what she just said.
Landon sat down casually on the end of Hope's bed in a way I could tell he'd done countless times before, I grabbed the chair from Hope's desk and sat across from him. He then proceeded to ask me a series of questions varying from my name and age to what I remember from the past year and how I got out of the prison universe or whatever they call it. The orb continued glowing blue as we talked. Hope looked over when I said I didn't know how I got away and sighed tiredly when it glowed blue again.
"This isn't working, she's not lying," She said from the desk.
"Yeah I know," Landon replied, looking from me to her. Eventually he got up and put the orb back where he'd grabbed it from, I sighed, standing and putting Hope's chair back next to her and looking at the painting on the wall again. I stared at it for a few seconds before switching my gaze to the paintings on the easels. Hope definitely had a different style of painting than whoever had given her the other painting but there were similarities too. Hope's paintings were mostly darker palettes, darker images, but there were a few that were brighter, she was talented. I jerked my head away from the paintings as Hope's phone began to ring and I noticed Landon had been watching me as I studied his (presumably) girlfriends work. Hope picked her phone up off the desk and answered it.
"Hey Kaleb, did you find anything?" I couldn't hear the voice on the other end of the phone so I watched Hope's facial expressions instead.
"A what? Seriously?" She looked like she was internally rolling her eyes and did not sound impressed.
"Yeah whatever, we'll be there in a minute." She hung up the phone and looked at Landon who seemed to understand much more about what was going on than I did.
"So, fun fact." she started. "There's a griffin coming down the driveway," Landon just nodded and they started walking out the door, stopping in the doorway and looking at me.
"You coming or what?" Hope asked and I didn't really know what to do other than nod as I walked out the door with them.
