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Author's Note: I'm supposed to be updating my other stories...but I just had to write this down.

String of Legacy

Is destiny really what controls our lives?

The distant past echoes through strings of memory of more than twenty years ago...

The sound of rushed footsteps across the house accompanied by the thumping of heavy baggage that sweep the halls resonates through the air. The shouts of protest fill the conversation as a figure hastily makes its way towards the doors that lead to a taxi waiting only to be intercepted by two more figures.

The one who is abruptly making an escape from its pursuers come into the light with a heavy bag and stroller. The light of the outside shines into the face as it is revealed to be a young woman. A girl that is young enough to be a child but still old enough to be a woman. Not to be mistaken for any age than that of around seventeen to nineteen years old, is an attractive brunette with a thin figure.

Tailing her is a man and a woman in the age of their forties. The man looked to be dressed in an expensive looking business suit while the woman's figure was covered in a fashionable black dress that was accented with pieces of jewelry and a pair of prada shoes.

"Shelby! Shelby! Come back here this instant!" the man in distraught calls out to the girl.

"No! Father, nothing you can say can deter me from my decision." said the girl who doesn't stop her steps as she does not even turn to face him.

"Do you realize what you are doing? You are throwing everything away to pursue a mere dream!"

"You are wrong. I am acting in my own freedom Father. My freedom to decide for my future. Nothing can dissuade me from what I wish for. I am eighteen years old and I am not bound to obey your will anymore. Not you, the family, or any legacy that you speak of can chain me down. I do not wish to be your heir any longer."

"Are you mad? To turn away from the legacy would mean being disowned and completely cutting ties to anyone of your past life! You lose not only your family but of your friends, and even your friend's friends."

"Shelby. Dear, your father is right. Are you willing to lose the life you have known for a new one?" the woman known to be her mother pleads beneath the question.

"Mother...I love you both, but if forsaking a life I had known since forever but had not chosen would gain me the life I desire...then I throw it away. My life of a destiny in legacy shall be no more." She turns around to face them both as she speaks this. Taking a long breath and stealing herself before she opens her mouth to speak again, she utters the words she dreads but knows are necessary, words of finality.

"Goodbye...to you both." she says in voice that is sincere in its sadness of farewell as she enters the cab that has been waiting for her and watches as the wheels of the car turn and the figures known to her as mother and father become small and distant. She tears her gaze away as she burns the memory in the crevices of her mind.

The ones who are left behind knows the depth of the farewell. From this moment on, they would no longer be able to see their daughter any more or be able to speak to her.

The Corcorans have lost their only daughter.

What can they do about it now? Who will continue the legacy?

Only the blood of their own can inherit it and no one else.

However, the only heir to their legacy is gone now ,and only time can tell if there will ever be a next generation.

A heir to the family and its secrets.

"Excuse me! Miss! Mis-Rachel!" A man with grey hair dressed in a black suit rushes forward in order to catch a moment with the girl.

" Rachel Berry! That is you right?" he says as he finally catches up to her and takes a moment steady his breathing.

"Yes? I'm sorry, I don't know who you are but is there anything you need from me?" Rachel turns around to face the man in question.

The man takes a good look at her appearance as if to make sure that she is his target. He takes note of her face and the outfit she is wearing. Clad in a black sweater with a design of an owl printed on the front along with a signature red short skirt and knee socks, Rachel waits for the man's response.

Realizing he had been staring, he clears his throat before he starts and the man offers a hand to shake as he begins introducing himself.

"Yes. Of course, Forgive me for my rudeness. I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Sebastian Wellington. I wish to speak to you about important business. Family business."

Rachel hesitantly accepts it and offers a quick shake.

"It is nice to meet you Mr. Wellington. My name is Rachel. Rachel Berry, and if anything about your calls tells me...then you knew my name beforehand and I'm sorry but if this pertains to family then surely my fathers would be more than willing to accommodate you on the matter. I am still a minor and I don't think...well I have limited power on certain issues."

"No. Your fathers cannot help me as much as you can. Of course, they will be made known to the situation but that is only after I speak with you. You are after all my main priority and not them. To make myself clearer to you and in short...I work for you. More specifically your grandfather, Richard Corcoran. You,by extension hold power over me by relevance."

The man is met with a shocked and confused expression from the tiny diva as she is rendered speechless.

'This is going to take some time to explain.' The man sighs as he slowly grabs the brunette by the elbow and leads her somewhere where they can talk.

"Come with me and I'll explain everything to you."

"I-don't quite understand but very well." Rachel says and she nods in acceptance as she thinks that the only way to get answers to her questions would be if she followed this strange man.

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