The Heirs' Curse

Five students of the same university. Each yearn for success, and would be spat on if they were to lose their spark. No matter how much they deny, everyone sheds a tear of agony as they grieve for their lost youth, for their lost happiness, that can never even attempt to be revived.
Perfection. A word that was the first to be introduced to the children. Without it, you'd be nothing. You have to be unique. You have to be extraordinary. There's no such thing as 'failure' written in anyone's fate, if it is, then make it one's responsibility to change your fate.
But is it easy, to be so perfect? To be the children of the most successful people in all of England? Is it so satisfying to have your destiny written by your parents? To have no control over your own life?
Since they were born, their whole life had been laid out infront of them. Every possible thing. For their whole lives, they had been puppets in their respective family's games. Every independent act, even the smallest one, felt like walking on glass.
But what if their life suddenly took a new turn? What if a tragedy were to happen? What if one of the heirs were to be murdered brutally, leaving everyone traumatised? Could the heirs, who had never been independent in their choices, solve a murder case not even the most powerful forces could solve?
Everyone holds a secret. One secret slipped, is one life taken. Let the deepest darkest secrets unfold. Once the tears of anger, replace the tears of fear, blood shall be shed. The fearful Heirs' Curse, shall prove itself. One more time.
Let the helplessness be overcome, and let the agony take its place. The eyes that once shed the tears of grief, are now to be the same eyes witnessing the most inhumane acts of the human race. Here,
Opposing isn't courage,
to oppose the puppeteers is.

THE HEIRS' CURSE.

By Karen.