The Marquis Family Backstory - The truth about our parents
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Christian Marquis stands in the great hall of the family’s ancestral estate, the moment's weight palpable in the air. A small audience of trusted confidants and family members sits before him, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows against the ornate walls. He exhales deeply, his expression a mixture of determination and vulnerability as he steps forward.

"I’ve kept this inside for too long," Christian begins, his voice steady but heavy with emotion. "For years, I told myself it was to protect you. You wouldn’t feel its weight like I do if you didn't know the full truth. But I see now that keeping it from you hasn’t spared anyone—it’s only isolated us from each other and them."

He pauses, glancing at his siblings—Dorian, leaning back with a guarded expression but listening intently, and Cressida, her hands folded tightly in her lap, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. His gaze softens briefly before returning to the audience.

"You deserve to know who they were," he continues, his voice firm now. "And you deserve to know what happened. Because their story isn’t just ours to carry—it’s all of ours. It’s our history. Our legacy."

Christian takes a slow breath, gathering his thoughts. "Our parents, Eleanor and Victor Marquis were remarkable. They were more than just witches—leaders, protectors, and dreamers. They built this family’s foundation brick by brick, spell by spell, with the vision of a future where we could thrive without fear. But their strength also made them targets."

He begins to pace slightly, his hands clasped behind his back. "The Order of Noctis—some of you might have heard whispers of their name—was a coven obsessed with power, with control. They believed that through magic, they could dominate the natural and supernatural worlds alike. And what they wanted more than anything was our family’s grimoire."

Christian stops, turning to face the audience fully, his expression darkening. "The grimoire wasn’t just a book. It was a living repository of magic—dangerous, corrupting magic. It had been passed down through our bloodline for centuries, and our parents swore to keep it hidden, to ensure its power could never fall into the wrong hands. That promise put them directly in the Order’s crosshairs."

He takes a step closer, his voice lowering, compelling everyone to lean in. "I was twelve the night they came for us. A blood moon hung in the sky—a sign, we later learned, that the Order had been waiting for. They attacked without warning. The estate was engulfed in chaos, spells flying, walls shaking, shadows twisting with unholy magic."

Christian’s jaw tightens, and he swallows hard before continuing. "Our parents didn’t hesitate. They acted with the kind of clarity and courage I’ve spent my whole life trying to live up to. They cast a spell—one of the most powerful spells I’ve ever witnessed—that bound the grimoire to us, to their children. It ensured that no one could ever open it unless we willed it together. And then..." His voice falters, but he steadies himself. "Then, they made the ultimate sacrifice."

"They fought the Order with everything they had, knowing they couldn’t win. And when it became clear there was no other way, they channeled their life force into one final spell—a ward so strong it obliterated the attackers and consumed them in the process."

His voice cracks slightly, and he looks away for a moment, regaining his composure. "When it was over, the house was in ruins. They were gone. There wasn’t even a body to bury—just echoes of their magic lingering in the air and a silence so heavy it felt like it would crush us."

Christian’s gaze sweeps across the audience, his expression raw but resolute. "For years, I’ve carried that night with me. I remember every detail, every sound, every smell. And I’ve carried the guilt, too—the guilt of surviving when they didn’t, of not being able to save them, of not telling you the truth sooner."

He steps back, his voice softening. "But their sacrifice wasn’t just for me, or Dorian, or Cressida. It was for all of us. For this family, for this legacy. They gave their lives so we could live. So we could carry on, not just surviving but thriving. And that’s why we can’t let their story be forgotten. Why we can’t let fear or secrets divide us any longer."

Christian straightens, his voice gaining strength. "Our parents were heroes, not because they were perfect, but because they were willing to give everything to protect what mattered most. And now, it’s up to us to honor that. To stand together, to protect each other, and to ensure that their sacrifice wasn’t in vain."

He looks directly at Chloe now, his voice soft but resolute. "That’s the truth, all of it. And I hope you understand why I’ve kept it for so long. But now, it’s time you carry it with me. With us."

The room falls silent, the weight of his words settling over everyone like a heavy but necessary mantle. Christian steps back, his shoulders squared, as if unburdened for the first time in years.

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