Timeless Legacy

Mother

Elina wandered through the vast, shadowed room, her footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floor. The air felt heavy, filled with the weight of countless stories that had unfolded within the kingdom of Auradon. The flickering candlelight from the chandelier cast a golden glow on her face as she moved closer to one of the large, ornate paintings that adorned the wall.

Her eyes, sharp and curious, traced the intricate details of the scene depicted in the painting. It was a dramatic, almost haunting image of Merlin, the legendary sorcerer, locked in battle with a figure whose white hair streamed behind them like a banner in the wind. The clash between the two was intense, their magical energies crackling through the air, frozen in a moment of pure power and defiance.

Elina's gaze softened as she reached out to touch the figure with the white hair. The paint was smooth under her fingertips, but it was the connection to the person in the painting that made her pause. The figure was her mother, Blanc, captured at the height of her power, resisting Merlin in a battle that had ultimately led to her banishment.

For a moment, Elina stood there, her heart beating a little faster as she thought about the history that was so deeply tied to her own family. Blanc's defiance, her strength, and the price she had paid for it were all laid bare in this painting. Elina couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and sorrow. This was a side of her mother she had never seen — a warrior, a leader, someone who had stood against one of the most powerful beings in Auradon.

As her hand lingered on the image, Elina felt a surge of determination rise within her. She knew the weight of her family's past was heavy, but it also gave her strength. Her mother's fight, her courage, was something that Elina carried with her, even here, surrounded by the history of a kingdom that had turned its back on them.

Elina turned on her heel, determination etched into her every movement as she headed back toward the direction her friends had gone. But just as she was about to leave the room, something caught her eye — a soft, almost imperceptible glint of light reflecting off of something in the shadows.

Her breath caught in her throat as she turned back and walked quickly toward the source of the light. In the dim glow of the room, nestled within three ornate, silver cages, sat a wand. It wasn't just any wand, but Blanc's wand — originally Madam Mim's. The wand was an elegant, twisted rod of dark wood, crowned with a crystal that seemed to pulse with a faint, internal light. It was both beautiful and powerful, a symbol of the magic her mother once wielded.

Elina's heart raced as she moved closer, her eyes fixated on the wand. She had heard stories about it, tales of the spells it had cast, the power it held. It was mesmerizing, the way it seemed to call to her, promising untold power and a connection to her mother's past.

♫Look at this stuff♫

♫Isn't it neat?♫

♫Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?♫

♫Wouldn't you think I'm the girl♫

♫The girl who has everything?♫

She extended her hand, fingers trembling slightly as they reached out toward the cage. But just as her fingertips hovered inches from the cold metal bars, she stopped herself. A part of her knew that touching the cage would set off alarms, alerting everyone to her presence. She couldn't risk it — not yet.

♫Look at this trove♫

♫Treasures untold♫

♫How many wonders can one cavern hold?♫