The Rarest Legacy

The Rarest Legacy - Chp. 1

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The alarm clock buzzed rapidly, shocking me right out of the bed to cut it off. I stood there, taking some deep breaths as I held the pink clock in my hands. I'd been ported to many places to do many things and gone through this routine at least 107 times.

And not one of those times had I ever felt this nervous.

The nerves had stopped coming after the first year, when the powers got stronger. I remembered being petrified my first port, the way I was uncontrollably shaking and stuttered my way through the first day of pretending to be someone I wasn't. Acting sweet, pure, and innocent, to do something disgusting, dark, and evil. Sometimes it was to people who deserved it, but others, my doom was cast upon innocent people. Mortal or Everlasting.

But it got better. I as used to this life now. Living in a new state or city after a few months - anywhere from 2 months to 8 - changing my appearance and personality, which consisted of dying my hair and faking accents. And of course, hurting everyone around me.

I was 17 now, and it barely bothered me. Now it was fun. I liked laughing at Mortals, how gruelingly mundane everything they did was, how bind they were to the world co existing with them. I liked when Everlastings would find out I was the one who was sent to rain terror, because no one ever suspected me. I liked watching the shock on people's faces as they died.

Since October on my birthday, turning 17 changed a lot of things. For an Everlasting, advancement with ports happened with age and skill. I was great at what I did, and I knew the Hiarchs fought over me to do their dirty work. So, in turn, I no longer had a roommate when I traveled, and my powers had become so intense I actually felt like electricity pumped through my veins instead of blood.

I shook off my nerves, trying to prepare myself for today. Because I was back in Savannah, Georgia, in the same tiny part of the city I grew up in.

I was now enrolled in the High School I used to dream of going to: Savannah Academy of Technical and Performing Arts. It sounded classy, but the only kids at the regular high school were the same group who'd been held back in 1st grade. Twice.

I went to my lavender bathroom, splashing water in my face and headed to my closet. I swung the huge dark wooden doors open, basking at all the clothing. I'd acquired quite a wardrobe over my various charades, and I didnt throw out anything. It ranged from goth to prep, and included everything in between.

This time around, I was channeling myself, and was going with a boho - indie look. I was actually being me, and that was a bigger challenge than any I'd faced in years.

I put on black stockings and black high waisted shorts, with a silky blue long sleeve flowy top that tied at my stomach. I applied my makeup and rung my wooden brush through my straight chocolate colored hair that almost touched my waist. I took a deep breath, staring into my green eyed reflection. I looked strong, like I knew what I was doing.

Which was a complete lie because all I could think about was the chance of seeing Liam today. As if it mattered.

I grabbed my black boho bag and slid out the door without giving him another thought. I turned the key in my red mustang and let the familiar rumble of the engine set me back in my place before I could burrow back into my bed.

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I drove slow. I took the long way to the Academy, passing my memories one by one.

My old school, my old best friend Jennifer's home, my old house. I couldn't bare to look at it and I hoped it burned. When my powers started to come in, my parents didn't bat an eye when the Hiarchs wanted to take me from them and make me their own. All parents had the choice to give their child to the Fates and Hiarchs or raise them with their powers in their own way, and my parents chose to throw me away. I never forgave them for it, because if there'd been a choice, I wouldn't have chosen to live this way.

Consequently, I hadn't spoken to my parents since the day I left.

Then I passed Liam's house. If he even still lived there. Images of two kids running up and down stairs and climbing trees danced before me, and I slammed my foot against the gas so hard I was airborne when I hit a speedbump.

That was all the past, and I didn't know why I had to keep reminding myself.