Burning Legacy ➳ Liam Dunbar

Prologue ➳ Anger

October 7th 2013

the running warm water spills down her slim back, the tiny droplets sticking onto her soft delicate skin like glue. the sprinkle and spurts of water spit in her face as her body slowly turns, facing the running water.

She gets hold of the silver cold handle on the wall bringing it downward, the water stopping in an instant. she steps out of the rectangular gravel walled box picking up the softest of fabrics. She places it on her skin dabbing and her chest slipping up the water droplets all at once. She slips into a pair of high waisted, slightly ripped, acid wash jeans, the fabric clung onto her nicely shaped legs, after her undergarments were placed on.

the silkiness of the tank top let loose brisk air through her. it's flowery white patterns made her nose slight lift, trying to make out the types of patterns. The white & black beads along the strap made the shirt seem quite childish for her mature age, 15.

I'm mature, people will know that once they see this. Thanks mom.

She thinks sarcastically to herself.

she ruffles with her long dark brown hair, never wanting to trim the mess that reaches her waist. The swift of a purple and black comb came to contact with her freshly wet straight, bottom curled hair. she puts her hair up in ponytail. After, she begins twirling it, twisting it to the right, creating a perfect bun. Little bits of hair fell out making her face complex perfectly.

she opens the door of the small room, walking to the side of the wall spotting a pair of socks and chucks. She places them on carefully before walking down the marble steps, gravel engraved. the living room scene contained of a chandelier, nice leather couches with a vintage wooden coffee table in front of it, and a grand 60 inch smart TV.

There was a loud rumbling noise coming from the kitchen.

"Mom?" She whispers hope in her voice.

"Conner." Her big brother Conner emerges from the dinning room drinking a carton of milk, shirtless.

As always, conners ways.

"Where's mom? I n-need help." she stutters hoping not to cause any problem between herself and the boy she wasn't as close too.

"Well if you're going to ask her anything about your powers," he began making her flinch at the word.

"You're wasting your time." He scoffs, rolling his eyes at her. Disliking her appearance. "I-I need help. I-In the shower today I--" he cut her off instantly. He walks over to her making sure to say in her ear loud and clear,

"Kayla, I'm not your teacher. If you need help ask the two people who did this to you. Not me." His voice was bitter, full of power. Jealousy and hate seeping through it.

"You're too innocent and nice, you will never learn if you don't become strong enough to control it." He shook his head before walking off up the marble steps.

"You know, you shouldn't be talking! People have feelings!" She yells, Kayla wasn't one to keep her thoughts to herself.

Her eyes gave one last roll, the only person who really could understand her, loathed her. with a passion.

What did I ever do to him? Was I born at the wrong time? How would he remember he was only two?,

her thoughts were abruptly interrupted with the gold knob shaking. The lock was stuck again. She jogs over, opening it spotting her mother and father.

Her grin grew wide.

"Mom! Dad! I--" they cut her off, ignoring her presence by walking past her, sitting on the leather couch.

"See if we put the parking lot here, maybe, just maybe. Our customers will be able to get to the theatre in a couple of minutes and there will no longer--"

The shattering of a flower vace got the attention of both adults who had been focused on the blue print set on the small table.

"Kayla!" They both yell looking at the vace on the floor, her mothers glance was unsteady on her.

"Will you listen to me for just a second?!" She exclaims.

"Kayla, what's wrong?" Her mother asks her light hispanic accent noticeable. "I need help. I can't control it and it scares me." Her trembling voice made her mother quiver.

"Mikayla you'll be fine." His fathers voice was a loud boom, his blue orbs beaming down on her. "Dad, please I feel like I'm destroying everything." Her finger gave them a sway in a certain direction, a light purple sprinkle, almost magical color followed her fingers as she just traced in mid air.

"You're getting stronger. It's going to feel worse. Kayla, you've had these powers since you were a baby. Nothing is different. You are just growing up." Her mothers smile was soothing. "I need help controlling." Kayla's small voice was nothing compared to her parents.

"Call Conner, get to the layer now." her mothers voice was booming. Kayla scrambles to find her brother before sprinting off to the layer..

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"Why am I here?" Conners low voice frustrates me. We both sat in wooden chairs in front of my mother in our magic layer, which was filled with potions and books. "Because, your sister needs help. and you're going to help her." My mothers voice was demanding, he became silent.

"How?" He asks, looking up at her his eyes dark like hers. "What is this? Warlock 101?" he was frustrating me, when that happens, my powers get out of hand as well as other times. "Control." I whisper to myself.

"Kayla." Conner began. I didn't have time for him. "No." I murmur my frustration turning into anger. Slowly I felt air rise within me. I was able to calm down.

think of something Kayla .. breath.

I thought to myself breathing my hands held out in front of me. "Kayla you're doing it wrong! You're suppose to get angry! Get angry!" Conners yelling bangs into my ear, Causing my eyes to shoot open. I was no longer getting hold of my concentration.

"STOP!" I scream over his loud yelling, the power of our voices booming back and forth. "CONNER!" my mothers hand swipes her finger moving along, causing a loud thundery noise. Me and Conner look up at her, unbelievably.

My mother and father were the most powerful of all warlocks, wizards, sorcerers. And here we were trying to figure out how to control my power without bringing attention near.

I thought to myself, I did that a lot.

"Conner, you are a horrible teacher. Teach her the way she's suppose to breath, the way she's suppose to feel the power and contain it!" My mother scolds him. He stands up anger rushing through him.

Oh no.

"If you're going to judge my teachings why don't you just teach her yourself?! I'm never ever going to be a good warlock and we all know it! This is pointless!" He yells making my mother stiffen. His voice was loud, he was now the frustrated one.

She grips onto his hand trying to calm him. "I'm 17! Don't touch me!" He barks angrily in her face, she lets go his feet stomping away on the solid cement ground. she looks at me.

"He's not going to teach me is he?" A small whisper escapes my mouth.

My mother shakes her head. "Don't worry. I'm here to teach you." She gave me a small smile.

"I just needed to make sure about Conner. and I was right, he is extremely dangerous." Her whisper was soft, soothing. if I weren't of paying attention I wouldn't have known about the danger. But he wouldn't do anything to me.

He wouldn't.

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[a/n] ITS FINALLY HERE GAH. I'm excited to write this like real excited and thank you kallie for helping me with the name 😂 I will explain it later in the story why the name .. well is the name. ☺️ Hope you enjoy! Please comment, vote and view (: