| From the diary of Moira McAllister: |
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| How is it that I am able to know events that both precede and follow me, as though I had been there myself? |
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| I’ve come to care about, cry with, and mourn for the many souls who have resided (or have yet to) upon this small plot of earth and its multitude of facets and reflections. How is it so? Why is this place special? I suspect that I am neither privy nor entitled to know the mechanics of such things. Or, perhaps, the threshold of understanding simply lays outside the realm of my comprehension. But what I do know, is that it began with the two lovely creatures Malachi discovered, late one unseemly afternoon. |
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| Despite the grim condition in which they’d been found, Papa decided to bring them home, fully expecting to bury them come morning. He’d told his Father-in-Law, Finn, about the circumstances in which they’d been discovered. Finn, being a cheerful and empathetic old soul, had never really endeared himself to a humorless and overly sensible son-in-law. And his odd reaction to the pair did nothing to improve that particular dynamic. |
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| I imagine that Papa must have needed a full two days away from old Finn (fishing, most likely), to cool his temper after listening to him rant about the two strangers being angels; sent to them from Heaven by his daughter (and Papa’s late wife), Fiona. He’d chided the old man for being a foolish, old goat. He also remained silent in regards to his own terrible pain, seeing the striking resemblance this grievously injured woman bore to his dearly departed Fiona. I suspect that Finn must possess some uncommon intuition. Because as it turns out, he was more right than wrong. |
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| I suspect that Malachi quietly conceded to Finn’s observation, and recognized how special these two were. Could it be that in the process of saving them, he had also saved himself? |
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| Alive. As impossible as it may seem, they are alive. |
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| Adam remembers clinging to Kacey’s lifeless figure, just before losing consciousness himself. It was a thing of pure malice, and persisted for just a few moments after Hendrake finally found them. The wanton, murderous brutality was perpetrated without hesitation or thought. Adam’s last conscious thought was a desperate search for escape. He remembered the Algorithm, and the effort he and Luke had undertaken together to traverse it to it’s core. He had escaped then; transported to a young girl who had called him Lukey’boy (see chapter 8.17). He thought of that place again, just as a brilliant white light engulfed them. He assumed it was his own death. But then he woke up here. Alive. |
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| The first thing that registers in Adam’s senses is the particular sound made by waves crashing below the bluff. They produce a unique acoustic quality, as echoes from the beating waves ebb and flow up the steep slope, just as the water ebbs and flows at the shoreline. There is a stillness he is not accustomed to, however; and the sound of the gentle sea breeze whispering through a dense population of conifers. Adam opens his eyes and quietly regards Kacey, who is lying next to him on an old, dilapidated bed. |
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| Kacey had suffered the worst of Hendrake’s malignant hunger. It was violence for the sake of violence; something far worse than sadism. By all rights, the two of them should be long dead, having been splayed open like pigs at the slaughter; ripped from sternum to pelvis by Hendrake’s own, bare hands (if they can qualify as such). How is it possible to survive such a thing? Adam stands, tracing an unsteady line up from his waist to the tip of his unblemished throat. Nothing …no disfigurement …no scarring …nothing. |
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| He quickly tends to Kacey as she begins to stir on the bed. Her breathing has accelerated, and she has begun to flail in her sleep. Adam gently hushes her, stroking her silvery hair. His eyes are the first thing she sees as she wakes form her terror. She quickly throws her arms around his neck and buries her face in his chest; trembling, but calm. Finally, her muffled question rises quietly from the tiny spaces between them. Is it over? |
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| Adam breathes in a deep, cleansing breath and holds Kacey even tighter. For all he can tell, this may never end. There will always be a Hendrake and his ilk. There will always dwell, those who seek to defy, dismiss, and disprove any notion of divine providence. And they will continue a relentless and tireless campaign to crush and silence those who resist. No, this isn’t over. It will continue as long as he and Kacey exist, representing the one, true, and perfect Love. |
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| His lips brush softly against her ear, his gentle breath moving wisps of silvery hair, causing them to fall in uniform strands to her shoulder. Her response is an embrace that is executed with such intensity, that it feels as though she were attempting to draw him wholly within herself. |
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| No, love. It is only just beginning… |
Stories by Zoxell 
Hi Zoxell! I gotta say I love the way you’re wrapping this up. It’s ok if you don’t have time (I’m just now realizing how much you have on your plate right now) but if you have time, would you mind reading the start of m Sims 3 legacy blog? I just posted the first post, and I feel I’m a little to confident in it. I don’t want to “advertise” my blog or anything, it’s just that I really like your blog and I’d really love to hear your opinion.
link: http://mccarthyfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/2013_01_06_archive.html
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Thanks Emma! I shall do my best to spend some time on your new blog. As you might imagine, we’re gearing up for the new baby in early March, so my wife has been on a “nesting” kick lately. Hardly any free time for poor ol’ Zoxell 😦
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Aww! I love babies! Anyways, take all the time you need. There’s only one post so far so feel free to wait a while until there are more. Best of luck with the new baby!
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It is rather bittersweet to finally find time to catch up with the Barimens only to see they are so near to the end (or beginning?) of their story. Absolutely excellent writing as always, I have loved every minute of your legacy! Hope all is well, and congratulations on the newest addition to your family.
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Thanks!
Our latest (baby Emily) is doing great! The running joke is that with six kids, our household is full and the “Try for Baby” option should no longer be available. 😀
New job, new baby, new house all have kept me away from finishing this thing properly. Four more posts…
It was good to see you writing again! You haven’t lost a bit of polish!
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Haha, full households are always the most fun anyways! Glad to hear things are going well, if not rather busy. 🙂 I am sure readers don’t mind the Barimens remaining around a bit longer before those four posts put an end to your fantastic story. But it must feel wonderful to be so close to the end!
It is great to be writing for my little pixel people again, thank you very much.
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