(Note: After a year of taking a pause and doing other things than writing my legacy I finally decided I wanted to give this one another chance. After all, I did work hard on it and it would be sad just to let it rot away. However, I also decided to start with Generation 2 from scratch. Chapter one might be a bit confusing as well but an explanation to everything will come as time passes.)
The sound of my footfalls echoed through the corridor as I walked, sliding my tanned hand along the wall. Dried tears shimmered on my cheeks and a lump was forming in my throat. My raven black hair was cut short- I liked it better that way and so did he. I wrapped my slender arms tightly around myself and shivered. I felt so guilty- why did I feel so guilty? I had done nothing wrong by refusing his proposal, had I? I didn’t want to leave him, I loved him but I simply couldn’t stay with him, I couldn’t do this anymore!
The fancy corridor ended and I entered the pallor, glancing around and sighing softly. The butler was standing by the door with my bags, gazing at me with a strange expression. I avoided her disapproving eyes and strode over to her, grabbing hold of the handles of my bags.
“Thank you,” I murmured and she nodded, still giving me that strange look. I had to thank her; she had after all helped me pack my things, although she did freak me out with that expression. It was like she had eaten lemons whole or something. Seriously, she had nothing to do with my decisions anyways! It annoyed me that she had to show an opinion about it. She nodded her head at my words by remained silent. I cleared my throat and looked at her carefully, “Farew-“before I could finish she interrupted me.
“I have ordered a taxi, it should be here any moment, miss Moon,” she said, sounding very formal. I sighed and nodded my head, tightening my grip of my bags. She opened the door for me and I stepped outside as I mentally kicked the butler. She had never liked me and I knew that. I had never liked her either, for that matter, but we hadn’t really showed it like this until now. I even tried to be nice to her right before I was going to leave forever! It was a big mistake.
The cold night air was like a hard slap as I felt it chill my skin. What a contrast to the comfy warmth inside. Shortly after I’d stepped out the lights of the cap broke the darkness, shining straight into my eyes. Quickly I looked away, cringing ever so slightly. It stopped and I carried my bags over to it, a little annoyed by having been blinded by the cabs spotlights. However, every little thing would have annoyed me right then. I was just so broken. The driver came out and helped me put my bags in the car. When we were done I entered, sitting down in the backseat.
“Where do you want to go?” The driver asked, watching me from the driver’s seat. I sighed and looked down. “Sunset Valley, please,” I murmured quietly, shutting my eyes as I rested my head against the window. Tears threatened in my eyes and I did my best to refrain from crying again. The driver nodded and then we were on our way. The whole time I remained silent and distantly stared out the window.
As soon as we reached Sunset Valley my mood lightened slightly. It almost felt as good as bad being back in my home town. The good thing was that I had indeed missed it these last three years. The bad thing was that mother wouldn’t be here as I wished she would, she would be as gone as she had been for so long now. Dad would of course still be here and the same did go for Clair and Eunice, right? Although seeing them again made me nervous and filled my stomach with butterflies and my mind with guilt it would feel good as well. I’d missed my family so much.
The again, how could I face them after what I’d done? How could I look those I loved in the eyes when I was guilty to my own mother’s death? How could I expect them to take me back when I’d been gone for so long and hadn’t even called or written them letters? How could I ask them not to hate me when I’d show no interest in them for over three years? The answer was simple: I couldn’t go back. I was on my own. My stomach knotted itself at the thought and I felt sick. Suddenly the car pulled over and the driver looked at me through the mirror.
“You alright?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, “you look as though you have seen a ghost or something.” I paused and looked at her carefully, biting my lip before I nodded my head and pulled myself together.
“I’m fine,” I said softly, forcing a smile. The driver didn’t look convinced but said nothing more. I just sat there, wondering why she didn’t start the car again.
“We’re there,” she said and I turned to me again. I blinked and glanced out, my blue eyes widening. She was right; we were there.
“Oh,” was all I was able to mutter as I numbly opened the door and got out, glancing around. He got out as well and took out my baggage. I smiled a weak thanks and she smiled back at me before looking concerned again.
“Sure you’ll be alright, girl?” she asked, frowning slightly. I nodded my head again.
“No need to worry, I’ll be fine,” I said softly and smiled at her a little, this time it was more of a real smile than last time, although there was no happiness in it.
“Okay, I trust your word then,” she said before getting back into the cap.
Sighing softly I watched him drive away. I slowly glanced around, looking nervous. I picked up my bags and then started walking down the street, still feeling numb. It felt strange being back here, like I had anticipated it would. My old home wasn’t far away but I was walking so slowly, it took a while to get there. All the time I debated it I should just turn around and walk away or if I should carry on walking. In the end I decided to go there anyways, despite how I felt and what I thought. If I knew my family right they would just be happy to see me again, right? They wouldn’t hate me like I did myself, right? I hoped I was right because if I wasn’t I didn’t know what I would do.
It almost felt like I would explode of the tension as I walked up to the door and lifted my hand to knock on it. I hesitated briefly before finally lowering it and ringing the bell instead. There was a pause and then footsteps could be heard from the inside. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for anything which could possibly go wrong.
I looked shocked as a woman I had never seen before ever in my life opened the door and looked at me. Why was she here? Why weren’t my sisters or dad opening the door? Had he remarried? Or maybe she was a friend or Clair’s or Eunice’s? As all kinds of theories rushed through my mind and I just looked at her in shock. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at me.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” she asked slowly and I snapped out of my panic attack. I looked down and scuffed my feet before looking back at her and opening my mouth to speak. At first no word came out but then I finally mustered so say something.
“W-well, I’m looking for anyone from the Moon family,” I stuttered out, looking at her carefully. She frowned.
“Moon? I don’t know any Moon, I’m sorry,” she said, “you must be at the wrong place,” she smiled and was just about the shut the door and when a voice came from the inside.
“Kerry, wasn’t the family we bought this house called Moon in last time?” a man appeared behind the woman and she opened the door fully again. My face lit up. So they had sold the house, now I got it. I smiled at him weakly.
“You don’t happen to know where they live now, do you?” I asked softly, my expression changing in disappointment as he shook his head.
“No, I’m sorry, I don’t,” he said, “but I’m sure you’ll find a way to find out, you can borrow our computer, if you want to and use the Internet?” he suggested. I smiled a little and nodded my head.
“I’d like to do that, thank you,” I said softly and stepped inside.
Strangely enough I didn’t find dad’s address when I tried to look him up. Or well, I did find the one to this house but nothing else. However, I found Eunice address. It seemed like she had moved out. That would have to do. I thanked the family and then left their home, starting towards Eunice house.
When she opened the door I first didn’t recognize her as my sister. I was shocked to see what had become of her. She had always been a troublesome type but not the rock Gothic one. She looked like she didn’t recognize me at first either but then she realized who I was and to my horror her expression darkened, anger and sorrow flicking through her purple eyes.
“Oh, it’s you,” she said, not sounding very happy to see me.
























































































”I”, The woman said, ”came here to help you! I will not take you back in time and I won’t tell you exactly how to do it, but I can give you a hint”. She got up.”To be able to find the portal of time you need to find the power of love and trust. Only then you access the key. But beware! One wrong step and you pay a terrible price”. She looked from Eunice to Clair and then at me. ”






















