Legacy's End

I yawned and stretched. The week had gone by fast. I just finished dinner. It was a large dinner for a body used to so little. I swore if I had anymore adventures it would be WAY too soon. I lay stretched out on my bed, my eyes longing to close. I stared up at the ceiling, lost in wonder and anxiety. I had no experience in running a city. They said I had "Ashlein's" leadership skills. But I knew something they didn't.

It was no less than an hour after my dad and Dash left. Before heading into the dining room for large dinner, larger than the usual ones for a celebration. However, before I passed through thr door, Keira, the new Green Eco Sage stopped me, and told me to follow her. I did, and we were alone inside an empty closet. She said she had alot to tell me. That we were closer than I thought.

Keira: Ever since I first saw you, I knew it was you. Jak's daughter. I knew him as a kid, and older than that. Ashlein, who you have been lead to believe was your mother, is dead, but not in the way you thought. She didn't have you. She would have died if she did. He marriage to Jak was just for political convience.
Janovah: Then who is my mother, then?

She sighed, and closed her eyes.

Keira: I am.

My eyes widened and I had a sharp intake of breath.

Janovah: You? So, my name is Janovah Hagai?
Keira: It was put down as Janovah Praxis, since Jak didn't have a last name. He led them to believe Ashlein had you. He needed an heir, and bam, here I am. Jak is not the kind person you think he is. Not only did he have me, and Ashlein, he was also with Dash before he married Ashlein.

I hadn't been leaning against the wall I would have fallen over.

Keira: The only woman he truly loved was her, but Jak didn't have the balls to come foward and marry her. I thought you would have noticed our similiarities. Our large eyes, small noses, and ingenuity. You are less like your father than I thought.

I sighed, trying to take all of this in. This was my mother, the woman who was supposed to have died.

Keira: That's not all. Sig and I were engaged, but we broke it off, for the time being when I went on my travels in the Wasteland studying eco. I had another girl too. Her name was Kat, short for Katisana. I never saw her since I had her.

I gasped. Kat...Kat...was my sister. My half-sister.

Janovah: I know her! I know Kat! She is about your height and figure, same eyes, red-brown hair, dresses like a skank-whore, unfortunately.
Keira: THAT girl? I saw her, the night the Air Base crashed! She tried to kill you!
Janovah: She is wonderful person made mistake, really.

There was a moment of silence.

Keira: But it's all over now...I should have told you this right from the start; I'm proud of you, I was proud to have you.

I saw a grim expression on her face. No usual shine in her eyes, no look of intrigue. All I could see was a single tear rolling down her cheek like a liquid crystal...

I shook the memory from my head and sighed. Despite the happiness and cheer going around, all I felt was an empty place being filled. The truth was revealed, and I fulfilled the destiny I was born to. I felt I would never be whole again. Nothing was like before.

And so it was the end of a legacy. Six days later, Torn and I wed and I took my place at the throne of Haven City. A dynasty lost years before, has begun again.

The End

Janovah layed her pen down, and reread what she wrote. Though it was seven years ago, it felt like yesterday. She turned the book, in which she had been writing, to the blank title page. She picked up her pen and wrote;

The Legacy of Janovah

She shut the book carefully, and held it to her chest. She looked around the bedroom. It was almost the same as seven years ago, except now there was a bed big enough for two, which she had recieved as a wedding gift. Pictures covered the elegant tables, in little frames she got for her baby shower, when she had her baby eight months later. Janosikah was his name. She had scarcely seen Torn cry, but he cried hard when he first held Janosikah in his arms.

She sighed and smiled at the happy memories. It was interupted when Torn placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up, and smiled wider. His impossibly gruff voice only got deeper, and tell tale wrinkles were starting appear. It appeared age was catching up to him at last.

Torn: The little guy and his friends were asking if you would read them a story...

He had taken to calling Janosikah "little guy". The book caught his eye suddenly.

Torn: You finished it.

She nodded.

Janovah: I have a very special story to read to them today.

She got up, yet preparing for a new adventure. But she would have no more...or would she?