The Ravenwood Legacy - Chapter 1
Back again with another chapter! I am so excited to get this legacy going since I have been getting good feedback so far and I have the plot all worked out and keep adding to further generations. So, why not get the next chapter out?
Before I start though, I want to thank you guys all for your support and explain a little more about the legacy. It will be the standard 10 generation (unless I decide to continue it) and a necklace will be passed down from generation to generation which will be carrying Kenndedie's soul in it so she can keep an eye on her family. This will be explained more when we get to it. That being said, this will be a matriarchy and I will be choosing the heiresses for now since I sort of have the plot figured out at least for the first two generations. I'm not really following the rules besides that I won't do any cheats except to pose the characters and stuff. I also won't be releasing the character's traits, I will just be portraying them through the story and maybe at the end of the generation I will show you guys and see if you guessed their traits. I think that's all you guys need to know for now, if I think of anything else or you have questions I will let you know on the next chapter.
Now, let's get on with it! (I say that a lot)
Being mortal was weird; she could almost feel her body age as Kennedie sat in the window again, staring out into her new surroundings. Things were so different here, and surprisingly quiet. Nobody had come by to welcome her or say hello, and she wasn't used to living alone. She was surprisingly thankful that her house was so small or she may feel even more alone.
She sighed, “Where do I even start with this?”
She thought long and hard for a while about her task and what was expected of her. Not one part of this was easy. Casually bringing up the topic of Immortals wasn't something that would come up naturally. Who could she trust so that she didn't look crazy? Then there’s the fact that she was expected to carry out a legacy for ten generations which required her to actually meet someone, fall in love (or at least like them enough) and have kids. That made her think about Jake, and then that made her think about her daughter.
Yes, the baby that she had with Jake was a girl. Kennedie was lucky enough to hold her for a few mere moments before the Elder took her. She wasn't even sure that Jake knew he had a baby girl, or that either of them was alive. She didn't even get a chance to give her daughter a name. This fear and realization sunk in so fast, her head began to spin and the walls seemed to be closing in around her.
“I need to get out of here, now.” Without a minute’s hesitation, she was up and out the door - to where it didn't really matter; she just knew she had to get her mind off the pain she was feeling in her chest.
After walking for a very long time, Kennedie somehow ended up in the centre of town. The park was beautiful but empty. The only person that was there when she arrived was a lone little girl. She wondered if that was a common occurrence leaving children unattended. She couldn't imagine leaving her daughter alone for a second had she been able to keep her. She forced herself to think positively. Perhaps that meant the town was safe enough to worry about such things.
As she made her way into the park, a vampire crossed her path. She was unmistakable with her bright glowing eyes and the eerie glow of her dark complexion. Not to mention the smell of burning skin in the sunlight. Kennedie winced, and it took all her strength not to cringe or flinch as the vampire passed her with a smile. It would take some getting used to being so close to the supernatural. She’s crossed paths with them before in her long lifetime, but never in pleasant situations. She knew what they were, but they never knew what she was and that was the way the Immortals liked it - until now.
She made her way to the centre of the park and sat down on the ledge of the fountain. She took a deep breath and looked around her. Moonlight Falls really was breathtaking and had she not felt so heartbroken and bitter she may have been excited to live and stay in such a beautiful place.
“So, this is where I will be calling home for the rest of my life?” It felt weird to say that. Usually the rest of her life meant the better chunk of eternity (unless she met an untimely death) but now it meant a matter of years. Her physical age was about 21 while her actual age was nearing 200. This meant that she would only have roughly 70 years to enjoy and start her task before her time was up. Well, mostly.
Bored with the idea of her life ending and still unsure of how exactly she was supposed to accomplish anything feeling the way she did, she spotted a chess set and went for it. She was never very good at chess, but it was a distraction that she needed more than anything at the moment and being too nervous to start a conversation with anyone, she wasted a few hours playing chess against herself. People walked by her, silently, glancing in her direction. They seemed to notice that she was new and looked her up and down, but as if she was giving off an aura that read “stay away” nobody bothered to stop and introduce themselves which Kennedie was fine with.
She struggled to keep her mind on where she was moving the pieces but it always drifted to the obvious concerns. For starters, she had no job and was extremely low on cash. This had never been a problem before as Immortals naturally accumulated money over the many years they exist. However, part of her punishment was she had to make it on her own and she used what was given her to buy the house and furniture. She decided then and there that she would put off the rest of her mission for now and focus on sustaining herself first. Once she didn’t feel so betrayed and more comfortable in her surroundings, she would then start on finding a husband and planting the seeds of Immortals into the heads of the Moonlight Falls citizens.
With that, she was up and off to the theatre. She had always had a love for music, as well as quite the knack for singing and playing guitar and so it made sense that she would try and make her living off it. She walked in and asked if there were any openings. The lady at the front called her boss who told Kennedie that the only opening she had right now would pay little and have very little to do with guitar or singing. With limited options, Kennedie asked no more questions and accepted. She would start tomorrow as a Fan. In other words, she was a prop. Anytime the bands played she would be placed in the front row and be in charge of screaming her head off to keep the hype up, no matter how crappy those bands may be. For now, it would do.
Still not quite ready to go home alone, Kennedie set off on exploring the town some more. She hailed a cab and asked them to take her somewhere worth seeing in town. She was dropped off at a little pub called The Toadstool. Making her way inside she was surprised that this would be what the cab driver called worth seeing. Regardless, she was here and would try and make the best of it. A family of fairies were here also. She tried not to stare at their huge glistening wings as she made her way to the self-serve bar.
This she found extremely strange, how could the bar make any profit if they allowed their guests to just wander in and drink whenever and whatever they want? Still, she was grateful for the strong vodka taste that burned as it made its way down - at least she could numb the pain a bit. As she gulped down the drinks, one of the fairies, the father, approached her.
“You look new here. Rough day?”
“More like a rough life.”
“Ah. I know the feeling. I’m Pip by the way, you are?”
“Kennedie.”
“Nice to meet you then.”
“Mmm..”
“You know, if you drink those any quicker, I might have to put the baby down and carry you.”
For the first time since she left her clan, Kennedie laughed. They continued to talk as more drinks were had and the pain lessened. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was drunk, or he was just really nice but she felt comfortable and even a little happy talking with Pip.
After Pip left and she was alone in the bar, she decided to explore, finding a guitar among the old rustic furniture. Deciding she needed practice anyways, she played guitar for the first time in years. She found that her fingers found the notes easily and the songs she remembered from so long ago rang through the bar, flawlessly. In between songs, she drank.
She may have enjoyed herself a little too much though because the next morning she found herself sprawled on her couch with a pounding head. How she got here was beyond her, but her most pressing worry was getting the room to stay still long enough to settle her stomach. She had a feeling last night was a night she would regret.
So that's it! The chapter was still pretty short as it's really just to set up the plot and get to know Kennedie a bit more. I hope you still found it interesting! The next chapter should be longer though I don't want to make them too long as they are quite wordy. Hope to hear from you guys soon, and thanks for reading!!