The journey of a young woman seeking out answers of her Family Legacy that spans hundreds of decades without much detail as to how it all began. The story begins in a small countryside town, where she recently moved into an inherited homestead, left to her by a family member she has never met.

Time is always of the essence, no matter if you live forever or only for a moment.  If you ask me, anything that requires you to wait is a waste.  I know that in some facets of life, you have to wait, but that doesn't mean I like to do so.  I honestly don't know how I can get the most out of my day.  But I suppose that's neither here nor there.  

Given to me, quite a long time ago, is an old clock that chimes ominously on the hour, every hour, which irks me most days.  Reminds me of all the time I'm loosing and how I've got so much left to do and so very little option to the fact there of.  It stands next to the fireplace in my study, where I often stay locked away from the world.  Also within my study, are floor to ceiling bookshelves, full of old tomes.  They are a collection of either gifts, inheritance, or store bought.  In these tomes I search to find the answers.  The questions vary, but remain mostly the same.  How. Why.  How do I find my missing family members?  How do I break the "curse" we suffer, one and the same, that renders most immortal?  How do I save those children that do not survive the beginnings of the curse and are taken from us before the ripe age of 12?  Why 12?  Why are all of my ancestors ignoring my questions?  

Built by a family member I've never met, is a homestead in disrepair, that was left to me as an inheritance when my mother's will was finally dug up and read.  My mother, missing now for over ten years and assumed dead, had had a will drawn up when my father first became ill.  In supposition, she decided that she couldn't live on without him, and left me what tools she believed I would need and disappeared shortly before he was placed in the ground.  I vaguely remember either of them.  I was almost old enough to live alone, and since the law stated that a child could become emancipated by the age of 16, and being that no one really wanted to take me, nor did the state feel it necessary for me to be placed in the "system", I was left to myself.  After struggling to survive and feeling mostly hopeless, I received a call from some lawyer who notified me that If I didn't claim it, my family's estate would be absorbed by the state.  So I packed what little I had and headed to the countryside to claim what was "mine".

I moved into this house a good 7 months ago, and really haven't even begun to put in any effort to repair it.  I rarely leave here, but to collect the books I've ordered from the local book seller.  Once I am in town though, I usually like to skim through a few of the other merchants and stop through the produce section of the farmers market to stock up on items I don't grow in my pathetic little garden.  I avoid the major grocer in town for many reasons, one being that I despise the massing crowds of people in too much of a rush throughout their daily lives to care much about what they're actually purchasing.  I suppose I also cannot stand the idea of supporting a huge corporation that is lacking soul.  Consider this, a local merchant knows you, is part of your community, whereas a giant corporation, that has a long sting of chains almost like spider webs across the land, knows nothing nor cares nothing about you and yours, is a leech upon your community.  Lacking soul.  Eventually taking away the pride of those merchants and forcing them to work in that very soul-sucking building at a wage that barely makes the ends meet. Why would anyone want such a thing?  Commercializing products has made big business great, and small business perish.  Frankly it's really not my concern, I'll live through it, like my ancestors, but it is an annoyance.  Perhaps I'll learn to ignore it as my ancestors must have.

There are a few joys of this farm I've inherited.  One is the large gazebo in the center of the lake.  Yea, cliche right?  But it's lovely out that way, when I allow myself a moment to breath the fresh air, and for a moment feel like there is no fate.  No "curse" to rule the life I must live.  Well, I could chose to sleep, but that just seems droll to me, endless dreaming... no thank you.  That being said, I do have all the lovely amenities that a rustic farm house can offer.  All wood fire cooking and heating, which is interesting, because I don't know how to chop my own wood.  Suppose I should learn how before the colder months roll around.  No electricity means that I'll not have to worry about some unwelcome stranger poking about to "read" my meter and or having to depend on the whim of the "company" if my power goes out.  I only have myself to blame if I run out of candles, oil, or wood.  

I don't mean to neglect the world around me, just that it's impossible for me to let the world in.  I know what I am.  I truthfully don't want to watch anyone I care for pass away, as I never will, and I don't feel it fair to force myself to do so.  Friends are unnecessary.  Nice to have, but imposing when you have a secret that you may never reveal lest you cause the very fabric of society to be ripped into shreds.  That would be selfish of me.  I could befriend others of my family, but I am not interested.  Searching to find others like myself seems almost redundant.  No, I have my books.  When I get lonesome, I read, and through reading, immerse myself into another world... another life... one full of all the beautiful intricacies of a mortal life.  Animals on the other hand, I welcome with wholehearted joy.  Unconditional love, without any judgement, for the entirety of their life.  A beautiful bay Latvian harness horse lives within my stables along with my sable and white Malamute..  They've become my most treasured companions, and I loathe the day that they leave this life to begin another.  But for now, they rest peacefully within the stable.

The End

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