*FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT* It started the day the sky was painted with red. Whether it was from that cursed red iron, or the blood of falling fey, Yuna did not know. What she did know, however, was that the tumbling stone and wood from the buildings surrounding her were mere seconds away from crushing her. Not a fate she had imagined for herself, and she certainly never imagined a man with hair and wings like snow to swoop in and rescue her. The events of that fateful day of war and marriage catapult Yuna into a world so unlike her own; a world of the Moors, a world of becoming Queen Aurora's right hand woman, and a world where a certain Tundra Fae and herself bridge the gap between their kinds. Just what had Yuna gotten herself into? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "It is truly by the most divine blessing," Udo's voice was soft, his slender fingers gently cradling Yuna's face. The Tundra Fae's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stared into Yuna's dark eyes, smiling warmly at her. Yuna's mouth was agape as she stared up at the man, who stared down at her like she were some precious jewel, or a star shining in a dark night sky. A warmth spread throughout her chest, and she felt stray tears begin to streak down her cheeks. She did not trust her voice to speak. Udo chuckled, brushing them away with his thumbs. He placed his forehead onto Yuna's, conscious of his long white horns, and closed his eyes. "It is truly by the most divine blessing, that our of all the stars and cosmos, the fates led me to you."

~Epiphany; a moment of sudden and great revelation or realisation. "Until you cross the bridge of your insecurities, you can't begin to explore your possibilities." Having grown up in a household with loving parents and a good fortune, one would think that someone would be able to have anything they wanted. However, that's not always the case. Isabelle Demont has everything one would ever wish for except from that one thing everyone has for a given: a whole leg. She makes sure that no one knows, but after seven years of hiding the truth from her classmates in Hogwarts, she is unable to protect herself any longer. Her secret is out and Isabelle can do nothing but wait for her demise. It becomes evident that everybody has something to hide and money, the one thing everybody is searching for, cannot offer what is truly essential.

"For what it's worth, I am glad you were the one to find me". "I think I was looking for you before I knew what to look for". Ahkmanrah x Male oc. Night at the museum.

"Are you implying that I am responsible for Voldemort's actions?" Dumbledore's voice had finally turned cold. "No, I'm saying you're responsible for neglecting a young boy! You treated him with nothing but suspicion and coldness, and when he grew up suspicious and cold you took that as confirmation that you were always right about him." "I assume you have a reason for laying these heavy charges at my feet," said Dumbledore quietly. She sighed. "I just think... maybe you should take your own advice and try to solve this problem with love, not destruction. You don't have to destroy a Horcrux. You can heal it." "You speak of remorse," Dumbledore didn't sound impressed. "If I may, I see very little chance of convincing Voldemort to feel empathy for the things he has done -" "Not Voldemort," she interrupted. "Tom." "You are suggesting that we use Voldemort's first Horcrux to reanimate sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle." Dumbledore's tone left much to be desired. ✨Reposting from Ao3 and ff.net!!✨