Timeless Legacy

Once upon a time

Blanc had called her children together for an important discussion, a routine that had become a cherished family tradition. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of her favorite dishes, a comfort for her three children—Harry, Elina, and Morgian. Though Morgian was a bit young at just nine, Blanc felt it was crucial to prepare Harry, who was fifteen, and Elina, fourteen, for the upcoming changes that would come with their move to Auradon.

As Blanc bustled about the kitchen, Morgian was the first to arrive. The dirty blonde-haired boy, with a striking resemblance to his biological father Morgie but softer features from Blanc, greeted her with a cheerful "Hey, Momma," and a quick kiss on her cheek. Blanc's face lit up at the sight of her youngest.

"Hey, baby," she replied warmly, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Could you help me with setting the table?" She handed him several items to arrange.

Blanc believed deeply in raising her children with love and understanding, despite their villainous background. She wanted her children to know they were valued and cared for, even in a world that often judged them harshly. James and Morgie, her partners, were fully supportive of this approach, even if expressing their affection was sometimes awkward for them.

The door swung open with a burst of white hair and a flurry of movement. Elina, her daughter, raced into the kitchen, her white locks trailing behind her like a comet. "Mommy!" she cried, her voice tinged with distress. "Harry wants to sell me to his friends again!" She darted behind Blanc for protection, her eyes wide and pleading.

Harry, following close behind with his big, noisy boots, looked every bit the part of a rebellious teenager. His style was a mix of edgy and pirate-like, a true reflection of his biological father James's influence. "Mom, that's not true!" he protested, his tone exasperated.

Blanc stood in between them, her hands on her hips, trying to mediate. "It's always something with you two," she said with a sigh, though her expression was soft and understanding. "Harry, what did we say about teasing your sister?"

Harry, with a sheepish grin, kissed Blanc's forehead and moved to set the pot on the table. "Only from Thursday to Sunday when Dad and Pops are back," he answered, his smile turning cheeky as he stuck out his tongue at Elina.

Elina pouted as she carried the plates to the table, her serpent-like eyes narrowing in playful annoyance. The sibling dynamic was familiar to Blanc: frequent bickering but an underlying bond of unbreakable loyalty. She knew that if anyone ever dared to hurt one of them, the others would defend them fiercely, without a second thought.

As the family gathered around the table, Blanc sat down with them, her gaze filled with a mixture of pride and concern. She had prepared this meal not just to nourish their bodies but to fortify their spirits for the challenges ahead. The conversation would be difficult, but it was necessary. For now, she cherished these moments of normalcy, the laughter, and the love that defined their family life.

"Alright, let's eat," Blanc said, her voice steady as she began to serve the dishes. "We've got a lot to talk about after dinner."

After dinner, the family gathered on the deck of their ship, a place with significant history and personal meaning. The night sky stretched above them, adorned with a tapestry of twinkling stars and a bright, radiant moon. The gentle lapping of the water against the hull provided a soothing soundtrack to their quiet evening.

They sat on the wooden plank James had often used to intimidate foes, but tonight, it served as their spot for reflection and togetherness. The night air was crisp, carrying a chill that made the warmth of each other's presence all the more comforting. Harry, ever the protective older brother, noticed Elina shivering slightly. Without a word, he slipped off his leather jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Elina, clad in a white dress with dark green boots, accepted the gesture with a grateful smile. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice soft and appreciative.