The Rarest Legacy

PROLOGUE.

Liam.

 She was my best friend.  The way she smiled could never be replaced, the way she laughed could never be hidden.  She was the light in a world full of vibrant terror.  They say darkness takes us all and death can never be left in the dust. 

 Four years ago on October 17th she was taken.  It was as if the radiance was taken from my life and shrouded into a place that could never be found.  I was fourteen at the time and I had no idea what the shadows could hold.  But as I grew older and as time grew colder between me and Cam, my heart became stronger but weaker at the same time.

She left but I never did, my heart belonged in one place but my mind belong in another.  One day by our special place, the river, a couple of days before she disappeared Cam had said something unusal; she was only thirteen, not old enough to think about pain, love, death, sufrage - but that's exactly what came from her.  She said in a slight whisper that only the nearest tree could hear,

        "Lee, do you believe in evil?"

I turned around wondering what kind of conversation I was about to get myself into as I asked her what she was talking about.  She was so serious, she looked me straight in the eyes as if to be honest, but never had said something more mysterious: "Something's happening; something's changed." 

I stood in front of her as frost formed as I breathed, and Cam's breath came out in harsh puffs as if she was scared. The wind grew forceful and she told me to forget she ever asked. 

That was the last time I ever saw her. I thought I knew everything about her disappearance when it happened.

But what I didn't know was that she would come back divereged into the devil in an angel's form.  But no matter all the hurt and heartbreak she would bring, she would always be the mysterious girl by the river in which adventure filled her mind. She was mine. 

Forsithia Camille Harmon. 

PROLOGUE.

Forsithia.

He was my best friend. Liam.
We grew up together, since the time I was five and he was six. We were always at each other's house. We made each other laugh no matter what had happened that day. We spent thousands of hours playing and talking outside, it's where we felt the most comfortable. When we grew up some more, we found our own place outside, and it was where we always went to talk.
It was a river. Huge like a river, but with the current of a stream. It was a secret place, a safe haven. We'd go there to get away from whatever hell was happening with our parents or people at school. The people in our town never came there because they feared losing their belongings or their children drowning in the streams strong current. 
It really was beautiful there. The water would rush over big rocks, the creatures in the surrounding habitat were always on the move, whether it was a bug, reptile, or a rabbit.
Time passed, and I saw future for us. Maybe, distantly. We could've been that couple that had "known each other since diaper days" and gotten married locally and never had the need to see the rest of the world. 
I was okay with that. I even wanted that. 
Then I turned 13.
That was almost 4 years ago.
I never thought I would come back here; back to him. 
Who knew that the secrets under one town's dirt and stone traced back into things that were straight out of hell?
I never meant to do any harm here. I didnt mean to cause the deaths.
Especially not his.