1.07: New Life

Mulan looked at her precious little boy for a long moment.  Then she brought him close to her chest.  “My baby boy,” she murmured softly, her voice thick with emotion.

Camron opened the door and peeked in.  His jaw dropped and his eyes went wide as he watched his life cradling that little bundle in her arms.  A baby…  Their baby.

Wolf: Your son.  Her voice was gentle and even proud.  That’s your son, Camron.  Go on, go to your wife, your little boy.

He approached slowly, reverently as Mulan gently lay Yoshi down into his bassinet.  She turned to her husband, tears in her eyes and a warm smile on her face.  “C-can I hold him?” Camron asked his voice cracking.

“Of course,” Mulan murmured, stepping back so Camron could get his first real look at his son.  “Isn’t he beautiful, Camron?”

He could only nod lamely, at a loss for words.  He wasn’t sure how long he looked down at the little baby before he found himself reaching tenderly into the bassinet.  Part of him was terrified; how could anything that small be alive?  Oh sure, he’d seen babies before but it was a whole different thing when that baby was your own small little son.  Yet looking down at that sweet little face made his heart melt.

The uncertainties that he hadn’t really been aware of seemed to evaporate as his son giggled and grinned up at his father.  “Hey little man,” Camron murmured, his voice cracking.  “I’m your daddy.  I’m your daddy little one.”

Mulan watched, having to swallow past the lump in her throat as Camron brought Yoshi up to his chest and held him securely there.  “I’m gonna look after you and your mom.  You’re gonna grow up, find someone just like your mom too.”

He lay his son back into his bassinet and then went to his wife.  He took her hands in his and looked her straight in the eyes.  “Thank you,” he murmured.  “Thank you for my son and for being mine.”  He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly.

“I love you, Camron,” she whispered.

“I love you, too Mulan.”

Wolf looked down on the two of them, smiling softly.  The little family was adorable.  She couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them.


With an infant in the house, it was important to develop a routine.  Luckily, work schedules were such that they rarely had to drop little Yoshi off at day-care because while Mulan was working, Camron was home, even if he didn’t get much sleep and vice versa.

Little Yoshi was at the center of everything.

It wasn’t a hardship, however.  Camron and Mulan loved him so.  Losing sleep was a small price to pay for their child.  While Mulan was at work, Camron would take his turn with Yoshi, feeding him from a bottle that Mulan would prepare the night before, changing him, even just cuddling with his boy.

After she got home and Camron went to work, it was Mulan’s turn with Yoshi.  She was breastfeeding and there was nothing like it in the world to her.

Just because there was a child in the picture didn’t mean that Mulan and Camron didn’t find time to just be with one another.  It was normally only an hour or two each day right after Camron woke up and before he got ready for work and after Mulan had come home from work.  They mostly sat and watched TV together, just enjoying the moment of quiet with one another.

And of course, amidst all the diaper changes, the bottle feedings, the rare occasions where Yoshi cried and cried and cried, work was being done on their home as well.  They were finally able to begin decorating.  So aside from the nursery, the kitchen and living room were finally painted and the floors were finished.

There had also been an expansion and an addition of a small entranceway.  Even the façade on the outside had been completed.

On their rare days off together, Mulan often went for a run in the morning, trying to get back down to her pre-baby weight, though it was awfully hard with Carmon’s delicious cooking.

Wolf: Hm, I wouldn’t worry so much about that if I were you.

“Why ever not?” Mulan demanded to know, though it was said with her out of breath.  She was realizing how out of shape she was.

Wolf: Oh no, reason…

Mulan frowned.  Despite having gotten used to having Wolf pipe up intermittently on a frequent basis, there will still times that she had no idea what her Watcher was up to.  It was definitely disconcerting.  “What do you know that I don’t?”

Wolf: Oh, nothing at all.  I don’t actually know anything, really.

“Forget I asked…”

Wolf: You got it.

“No wait… ya know, just never mind.”


Time seemed to have flown by.  And before they were even close to ready, their baby boy was no longer a baby.

In fact, he was a bright boy and quite self-assured.  He wanted to dabble in the arts, so Mulan and Camron happily bought him an activity table.

Yoshi was a good boy.  He came home from school and began his homework right away.  When Mulan would ask if he needed help, he’d grin up at her.  “Nah, I got it, Mom.  It’s pretty easy.”

About the time he’d finish with his homework, Camron would get up and then he’d get to spend time with his dad before Camron had to go to work.

He spent his time before school with his mom, telling her all about how he couldn’t wait to get to school since their music class would be getting to play instruments.

He scampered off to go get dressed, then dashed out the door.  Mulan waved after him.  She got up, feeling a bit queasy.  She’d been feeling a bit unwell the last couple days.  Luckily, she had today off.  She planned on going to the library for a bit of peace and quiet before Camron woke up.  But only a few minutes after her arrival and sitting down at one of the computers, that queasiness became full blown nausea and something actually started to come up.

Luckily, she made it to the bathroom before she was sick.  She barely made it home before she fell down into her bed.  After a few hours of sleep, she was feeling much better.  But she had her suspicions.  And sure enough… after going to her medicine cabinet and pulling out a pregnancy test, the + sign on the stick looked up at her.  Mulan was pregnant again.

Wolf: I told ya.  Feelin’ better?

“Wait, you knew!?  Why didn’t you tell me!?” Mulan demanded.

Wolf: Well, I didn’t know for sure.  But then again, you and Camron have been fairly… uh, well, busy of late.  It was bound to happen, after all.

Poor Mulan didn’t really have anything to say to that.  What could she say?  It was true.  Despite their opposite schedules, she can Camron tended to find time for one another.  She smiled.  Camron would be ecstatic.  They had talked about having another child.  They thought Yoshi needed a sibling.  But as she thought that, her smile faded.  Yoshi had had all their attention since he’d been born.  How would he react to the news of a sibling?  She looked at the clock.  She supposed she would find out in a few hours…


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Holidays are over

So, the holidays are over now.  I’m hoping that means that I can not only get back to playing Sims, writing my Sims stories, but also finishing up the novel I started for Nano this year, then move on to rewriting/editing the one I did before.  Maybe, by the time next year rolls around, I’ll actually be prepared to finish the third and final novel of the trilogy I’m writing XD

I’m also desperately trying to get back into RPing.  I was a moderator for a site for role playing in a play-by-post format.  It was a great site, but the admins stopped caring about it, seeing it only as a cash-cow.  They refused to upgrade the software, refused to give us Mods any kind of real power to change things like the front page, etc (the mod staff is all volunteers, we don’t get paid, we did it because we loved the site) and we were being overrun with spam bots to a point that we couldn’t keep up with it.  Our community was dying, so after much discussion between the staff, we finally decided to move to a new site.  One of our global mods put up the money for the servers and whatnot and we moved.  We were both shocked and pleased by how many followed us, people that had already abandoned the old site because of the issues wanted to write again because we could finally have something that those that ran it cared about.

I’m really looking forward to getting back into RPing.  It’s something I’ve always loved to do.  The challenge of only controlling one character, never knowing what my partner(s) will do.  I love it.  WARNING: Shameless plug to follow!  If anyone is interested in meeting a great group of people, go here: RPG Collective is a great place to come for all forms of writing and all variety of shenanigans.  From the novice to the expert, there’s something for everyone.  Help us build not just a site, but a community of writers and role players for the ages!

Anyway, I can’t stop writing.  And now, with the holiday festivities concluded, I should have more time to do just that.  I’m going to desperately try to get an update to my current Sims Stories at least once a week.  That would be for my Sims 4 stories anyway.  I’m not sure how I’ll work my Sims 3 Legacy into it.  That one might be once every two weeks, since I have to set up all the screenshots and whatnot.  But at least it would be moving again.

Wow, this is a lot more rambling than I intended XD Apologies for that!  Hopefully, I’ll have more insightful or at least something relevant to come back with next time I make a post.

1.01: And So It Begins

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this.  Holidays of course have been a bit nuts.  But now that the festivities are mostly over, things should go back to a relative level of normal, so hopefully not only will I be updating this fairly regularly, but also my Sims 4 legacy, maybe even my Sims 3 legacy as well.  We can keep our fingers crossed anyway XD  Thanks for reading.

As Azura had promised, as soon as Bella and her husband had released the funds, construction on their new home was begun.  All of them, even Azura, were a bit surprised with how quickly it was accomplished.  The Goths had had some say in the designs, of course, but it had mostly been Azura’s brain-child.

It was done in a classical style and consisted of two main living floors.

Once one walked through one of the three arches at the entrance:

They would walk through one of the three front doors and two more archways would greet them.  Behind those was a pool.

Off to the right of the pool was the dining room, complete with bar.

Next to the dining room was any chef’s dream kitchen with lots of space and a small dining table for a more intimate seating.

To the left of the entrance, was a large open space for a combination family/living room.

The bath on the main floor was luxurious and fairly open.

On either side of the pool was either a shower/sink combo (which also connected to the exercise room) or a tub/toilet combo (next to the kitchen).

The second floor housed 8 bedrooms (one a large master bedroom with ensuite) with an adjoining bath for each room as well as what would be the nursery.

There had been a bit of discussion between Bella and Azura about the master bedroom situation.  Azura had been adamant that Mortimer and Bella take the master bedroom, since it was their money that would be funding this whole project.  But Bella had just smiled and calmly told her that she and Mortimer would be fine in another of the rooms.  After all, none of them were small.  And so, after Bella just kept smiling sweetly, Azura gave in and took the master bedroom.


Bella let out a loud groan.  “Ugh, that feels great, my love!”

“You’re very tense, my heart,” Mortimer murmured as he dug his fingers into his wife’s shoulders.  There was a few very stubborn knots that he was trying to work out.  She always carried her stress right between her shoulder blades.

“What’s wrong, Bella?” he asked when she let out another sigh.

She sidled away from him and looked to the side for a moment.  He waited patiently for her to talk to him.  He was always so patient.  “Did I do the right thing, Morty?  I trust Azura and I believe in what she’s doing.  But am I doing the right thing for you?  For the kids?”

He smiled softly at her.  “My love, I think you are worrying too much.  You and I talked this out, didn’t we?”

“I know,” she murmured.  “I know.  I just… Azura’s my friend.  But you and the kids… you’re my life.”

Mortimer kissed her cheek.  “I know that.  The kids are happy.  They seem to really like Azura and she them.  In fact, just yesterday they were all having a rather lively discussion at the dining room table.”

He grinned.  “Not sure I understood all the video game talk.  Guess I’m just getting old.  But Azura seemed able to follow it fairly well.  Alex and Cassie love it here, Bella.  Cassie is very interested in writing and is constantly asking Azura pointers over breakfast.”

“And I’m pretty sure that our little boy is a bit infatuated with Azura.  He’s been asking her to read her series of children’s books to him.  She’s only too happy to oblige.”

Bella chuckled.  “Yes, I have noticed that.  You’re right.  You’re right.”  She leaned against him and let out a soft sigh.  “Azura was my best friend growing up.  After her father died, she and her mother had a rough time.  Then her mother died… I was devastated when she left.  Seeing her again… it was like we were kids again.  My heart went out to her.  After I started thinking about it though, after the house was built, I was afraid that- what if I had made a terrible decision for us?  Just because I remember what we once were to each other?”

Mortimer pulled her closer and kissed her softly.

When they parted, he said softly, “Besides, I get to be here much more often.  Not having to work has done wonders for my own stress.  I finally get to focus on fishing which is a very relaxing pastime.”

“And your garden is coming along splendidly,” he reminded her.

Bella nodded.  “You have a point.  Nancy came to see us the other day and she was flabbergasted by the fact that I was enjoying digging around in the dirt.  But she was equally as impressed with how it was coming along.”

Mortimer laughed.  “Sounds like Nancy alright.  She was quite impressed with the landscaping you did out front as well.  When she first came in, she asked who we had paid to do it.  You should have seen the look on her face when I told her that it was you that had planned, planted, and cared for it.”

Bella joined him in his laughter and cuddled against him.  “Maybe I’m worrying about nothing,” she murmured.  “This is so important to Azura.  I want to help her, I just don’t want it to be at the expense of our family.”

Mortimer shook his head.  “I know for myself- and I think I can speak for the kids as well- but we want to help her too.  And we’re all going to do our best for her.  She’s doing right by us, and we’ll do right by her.  We’re all a family now.”  He gave her a squeeze.  She sighed softly and leaned against him, feeling at peace for the first time in a long time.  Truth be told, Bella had been in a rut long before Azura had returned.  When Bella had heard her friend’s idea, she had thought it would be a nice change.  Morty was working so often and her children had been so quiet and withdrawn…  Yet now, Alex was animated and getting out more.  His sister had stopped wearing so much black and seemed truly happy.  And seeing that Mortimer was well and truly happy; the stress lines had disappeared on his forehead.  It seemed the Watcher had been smiling on them all when Azura had showed up on their doorstep.


“How’s school going?” Azura asked Cassie as they watched the newest episode of Iron SimChef.

“Good,” the young girl answered.  “A bit boring, though I have a creative writing class that’s a lot of fun.  The teacher told me some of the same things you did and she loved a couple other things she’d never heard of.”

“That’s great!” Azura exclaimed.  “I know school can be a bit boring if you aren’t fond of the subjects, but think of it this way: as a writer, everything is an experience and can give you material for your writing.”

Cassie nodded, deep in thought even as Alex- who had been reading a book in one of the armchairs, piped up, “Even science and math can be fun if you look at it in the right light!”

Azura smiled over at the boy.  “You got it, Alex!”

They fell silent as the competition on screen heated up… literally, in fact as one of the chef’s poured some wine in a pan and the flames rose up, looking as if it was going to singe some eyebrows off.  It had become somewhat of a tradition for them each week to watch the show together.  Once it was over, Azura got up and stretched.  “I’m calling it a night early, guys.  I’ll see you both in the morning.  I’ll whip up some bacon and scrambled eggs for breakfast before you guys head off to school.”

They cheered and waved at the young woman as she headed up the stairs.


The next morning, Azura was as good as her word.  She hadn’t quite woken up just then, but she was close enough as she added some salt and pepper to the eggs.

She set it out on the kitchen table and waited.  Alex and Cassie joined her soon enough.  They ate, chatting about the little things.  Azura was doing some proof reading of her newest manuscript before sending it off to be published.  Bella came down and joined them.  She grabbed a plate of eggs and bacon and greeted her daughter first.

“Morning, dear.”

“Morning mom!”  Cassie smiled wide at her mother.

Alex turned around.  “Morning, Mama,” he murmured, grinning up at her.

Bella ruffled his hair.  “Morning, baby.”  She smiled at Azura.  “Thanks for breakfast.”

Azura smiled.  “Anytime.  I enjoy cooking.”

The kids belted down their food and made sure they had their homework before school.  With a cheery goodbye and lots of waving, the kids left for the day.

Bella joined Azura at the table.  “Morning.”

Azura smiled at her friend and reached a hand across the table and put it over hers.  “Thank you.  I don’t have the words to express how much this means to me, truly.”

Bella chuckled a little.  “That’s saying, for you, isn’t it?”  She flipped her hand up and gave Azura’s a squeeze.  “We are happy to do it.  And quite frankly, I want to thank you, too.  I haven’t seen my kids this… animated in a long time.  It’s been good for them.”

“I’m glad to hear that.  You guys… you’re my family, the only family I have left.”

Bella squeezed her hand in answer.  Azura stood up, wiping the tears out of her eyes.  “I should get ready for work.”

Bella nodded and watched Azura head out of the kitchen.

By the time she had to leave for work, Azura’s tears had dried up and she headed out the door with a soft smile, thinking of the people who meant the world to her.

When the kids got home, they settled at the dining room table to work on their homework.

Once they were both done (after a bit of friendly joshing around), Alex challenged his sister to a game of chest.

They were still playing when Azura came home from work.  She went right to her computer in her room, sighing.  Work was picking up and she was a bit behind.  She’d been working for a couple hours when there was a knock on her door.  “Come in,” she called absently.

The door opened and in came Alex.  “Hey, ‘Zura.  Did you wanna go swimming?”

It was on the tip of her tongue to beg off, but she took one look at his earnest face.  She saved her document, shut down her computer and stood up.  Slinging her arm around the boy’s shoulder, she said, “Yeah, let’s go swimming.  We’ll talk everyone into having a game of pool tag!”

Azura realized that she couldn’t let her goals get in the way of living, of enjoying life with her family, even if that family didn’t share her blood.  There was always tomorrow morning to finish up the editing she needed to do.  But even as they frolicked in the pool, her next steps lurked in the back of her mind.  But it could wait, until tomorrow.  And the next day.  After all, if things went well, she had eternity to worry about other things.


Organization and other things

I swear, I have such a weird sense of OCD… I’ve been attempting to get all my various blogs and stories organized in such a way as to make it easier to find and understand.  In the process, I swear that I make more of a mess than when I started XD  Then again, I suppose that’s what happens when you have to organize.  Gotta make more of a mess before you can clean it up, I suppose XD

That being said, I’m slowly getting things where I want it to be.  I actually managed to get an update to my Sims 4 Legacy- Cornerstone: the Rampart Legacy which puts it up to Chapter 1.06 now.  I even managed to the get the Prologue up for my new Immortal Dynasty Challenge blog.  Go to To Paint the World in Color to check it out.  The only thing I haven’t really done yet is get anything done with Queen of the Dragons.  I love the story, the family, and especially the collaboration with the Chronicles of Clark makes it so much fun!  But it is also very time consuming.  So I’m afraid it won’t be a priority until after the New Year most likely.  I do plan on continuing with it though, so never fear!

That’s all for now.

An Update

Ok guys, I know I’ve been terrible.  Nano kicked my butt.  I did it, I got to 50K but it was a long road.  I certainly haven’t forgotten the Wyverns.  But because of the amount of time that the scenes take to set up, let alone get the screenshots, and then write, I am afraid you won’t see much of an update until after the New Year.  But if you are anxious to read something in the meantime, head over here: Wolfie’s Sims and More! This is a place where I’m throwing up all links for stories, past and present.

To keep myself in the writing mood, I am slowly working on two different Sims 4 stories.  There’s my legacy, Cornerstone: the Rampart Legacy, which I’ve already linked to.  And since Carl’s Guide and Forum brought out their Immortal Dynasty Challenge, I have a story with that now too. To Paint the World with Color.

I don’t imagine they will be very fast-paced.  I’m thinking only once or twice a week.  But it gives me something to do to keep writing without feeling a ton of pressure.  Fear not folks, the Wyverns will return, just not for a little while.  I hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday!  And a very happy New Year!

1.00: Prologue: The Day the Color Began to Fade

There once was a young girl.  Her dearest desire in the whole world was to become an artist.  She loved color.  In fact, her last name- Chroma- meant color.  This little girl’s name was Azura.  Perhaps her parents had an inkling what their daughter would be; her name meant ‘sky-blue’.  And true to her name, she loved blue.  But she loved reds, and yellows, and greens.  Grays, oranges, and purples too.

She’d sit at the little desk her parents had gotten for her, her colors seemingly coming to life in front of her.

What are you making, baby girl?” her mother would ask.

“Not sure, Mama.  Won’t know until it’s finished,” she’d always answer, grinning.


 

The young woman looked at the computer screen at what she’d written and she sighed, a single tear escaping down her cheek.  Writing this all down was going to be a lot harder than she ever supposed.  It was important that she document this journey, but it was taking her back to that time.  She’d stopped typing and she sat there, her chin in her hands as she let the memories come…


 

Azura’s mother Kaelyn had met her father Jayden in University.  According to Kaelyn, it had been love at first sight.  They hadn’t even waited to graduate before the two were married.  Jayden got a job in Oasis Springs working for a large corporation.  Kaelyn had opted to stay home.  The thought of keeping a house appealed to her especially since she loved to garden.

Azura had loved to watch her mother while she cultivated her plants, singing softly under her breath, often singing directly to her little beauties.  She had told Azura that plants could see and feel; they grew better if they knew the one taking care of them cared.

To Azura, her mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.  The two shared a special relationship.  Kaelyn would work with her daughter on her homework every day after school.

Then they’d have mother-daughter time.  Sometimes, they’d go swimming or just sit on the side of the pool, dragging their ankles through the water while Kaelyn listened to Azura describe the world around her in vivid colors.

Other days, the two could be found playing make-believe with the giant dollhouse her father had bought for Azura when she was only just born.

Then it would be time for her dad to get home.  Azura had loved watching her mother meet him at the door.  She thought their relationship was beautiful to behold.  They seemed to always have a soft orange-red glow around them.  She came to associate that with love, a warm love.  Though there was a deep red in there as well.  She didn’t quite understand what that meant then.

While her mother prepared dinner, it was father-daughter time.  They’d sit on the couch, watch a little TV while Azura told Jayden about her day.  She loved cuddling close with him.  She associated a calming blue-green with her father.  When he held her, she imagined herself in a protective cocoon.

Their family was a happy one.  Full of love, full of promise.


 

It all changed in an instant.  It started as a beautiful weekend day.  Kaelyn had taken Azura to the park in town so she could scamper around on the play-ground.  There might even have been a dreaded space-monster roaming around.

They returned home to a nightmare.  There had been an accident.  Jayden had taken a swim as was his habit.  But he must have slipped and fallen back into the water.  By the time a neighbor was able to call anyone, it was too late.  Jayden was gone.  Azura and Kaelyn were devastated.

They had each other, but there was something missing in both their lives.

Azura spent many days after school, crying silently.

Kaelyn tried to remain strong.  She took a job outside the home.  She tried to keep things as normal as she could for Azura, but the little girl could hear her mother sobbing through the bedroom door as she worked on her homework.

One night, a few trying months after Jayden had been taken from them.  Kaelyn had to take one of her hard earned sick days; she had finally gotten back to taking care of her garden and  Azura joined her.

“Sweetie?  I-I know things have been tough.  Very tough.  L-losing your dad has been hard- on both of us.  I-I have something to tell you.”

Azura looked up at her mother.  She hadn’t smiled very much since she’d lost her father.  “W-what is it, Mama?”

“Y-you’re going to be a big sister.  I’m pregnant sweetie.  I-it was the last gift your daddy gave me.”

“A-a baby?  You have a baby in your tummy?”

Kaelyn nodded solemnly.  Azura stepped close.  “C-can I touch it?  T-talk to them?”  She was old enough- she was 12, would be turning 13 soon enough- to understand where babies come from, though this is the first time she would have been exposed to it.

Her mother gave the little girl a watery grin.  “Of course, baby girl.”

She approached slowly and gently put her hands on her mother’s already swelling belly.  “Hello,” she murmured.  “I-I’m your big sister.  I’m Azura.”

Things seemed to be looking up for them.  A friend that Kaelyn had grown up with came to live with them to help Kaelyn while she was pregnant.  Chelsea Britton was an effervescent soul and she infused some much needed cheer into a house that had lost a vital piece.

Azura liked Chelsea quite a bit.  She was a myriad of colors from a deep, vibrant red to a bright fluorescent pink.  She always had some fun stories that she’d share with Azura over dinner while Kaelyn was at work.

She was quite far along and Chelsea had been trying to get her to take her leave from work.  But the bills had been slowly piling up.  It was stressful on her body.  That and grief were taking its toll.  Only another week.  Then she could take her time off.

But she never got there.  She had been outside, thinking of doing some gardening.  As she’d stood up from the bench, a terrible pain in her abdomen made her cry out.

She staggered, disoriented and in pain.  Azura hadn’t come home from school yet and Chelsea had gone out for a bit.  She was alone.  She took a couple lurching steps before she pitched forward.

Chelsea came home from her errands and Kaelyn was rushed to the hospital.  But… nothing could be done.  Azura’s world was fractured into a million pieces.  Her mother- and a sister that she would meet- were laid to rest next to her father.


 

Azura, already beginning to bloom into a young woman, stood at their gravesides one last time.  “Mama, Papa,” she whispered tremulously.  “I-I’m leaving.  I-I’ll be back, though, someday.”

“I-I’m going to live with Chelsea, Mama.  L-like you would want.”  Her lower lip quivered as she looked at their graves.  “I-I don’t see the colors anymore.  I-I have to find them again.  U-until I do…”  She had to swallow, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.

“I love you Mama and Papa.”  Azura turned and walked away.


 

The years passed and Azura grew into a beautiful woman.  She missed her parents.  And she never found her colors.  What she did find, was an old manuscript in a run-down house in Bridgeport.  It was a curious document, but it pulled at Azura.  The writer in her- the one art that she could still find semblance of peace with, even if it wasn’t the same as the painting she had found so freeing as a child- was fascinated with the complex prose and what she thought of as a secret code in the writing.

It became an obsession.  After many, many hours of pouring over the document, Azura thought she had stumbled upon the secret.  The secret to returning her colors to her… and maybe a way that she could see her parents again.  And so, with what little money she had in the small trust that had been set up when she was born, Azura left the big city.  If the manuscript was right, she couldn’t do this on her own.  She needed help.  So she returned to Oasis Springs.  But it had changed quite a bit since she was a young girl.  She went to a family friend.

Nancy and Geoffrey Landgraab had been friendly with her mother and father, her father especially.  They remembered the bright little girl.  So it was that Azura was greeted by Nancy.

“It’s so good to see you!  You’ve grown into such a beautiful girl!”  They insisted that she stay with them, seeing as how she had yet to find a place of her own, intending to stay in a hotel until she found something.  She slept on their couch for the first few nights.

Almost a week after returning to Oasis Springs, she brought up her proposition to Nancy.  The older woman listened to her with an ear for business.

But in the end, Nancy and Geoffrey couldn’t be persuaded to become investors in Azura’s project.  “Not because we don’t believe in you, dear, but because we have our own life, here.  Our son is in a delicate spot right now.  But… not all hope is lost.  I seem to remember you being very close to the Bachelor girl right?”

“Bella?  Yes, we were when we were kids.”

“She married Mortimer Goth.  They live in Willow Creek now.  She has two children, I believe.  Why don’t you ask her?  I hear that they often take on interesting business investments.  I think this would be something that is right up their alley.”

And so it was that Azura found herself outside of a large gothic manor.  She couldn’t help but smile.  Bella had always loved that style of architecture.  It had always been a little gloomy for Azura’s tastes.  But it somehow suited her childhood friend.  Bella greeted her and led her into what must have been a formal palor.  There, the two old friends chatted for hours, each catching up with their lives.

“I was sorry to hear about your parents,” Bella said softly.  “W-we never really got to say good bye to each other all those years ago.”

“Thank you,” Azura murmured.  “And no… we didn’t, did we?”

“No, I’m afraid we didn’t.”  Bella reached over and took her hand.  “What is it, ‘Zura?  There’s something on your mind.”

Instead of the calm business pitch that Azura had prepared, she began to cry softly.  Amidst the tears, she told Bella why she had come.  It took quite a while to get it all out, but when her tears had dried up and she had given it all she had, Bella was silent for a long moment.  Swallowing, knowing that it was no use, Azura stood up.

Before she knew what was going on, Bella had stood as well and grabbed her in a warm embrace.  “We’ll do it,” she murmured.  “We’ll do it.”

It wasn’t quite as simple as all that.  Bella did discuss it with her husband and two kids and introduced them to Azura.  The family agreed, in the long run.  It was decided that if this venture was going to work, they were going to need a fairly large property.  So with money given to her by the Goths, Azura find what she thought of as a suitable property.

Bella looked around.  “This is it, hm?”

Azura nodded.  “Yes, this is it.”  She gave her old friend a small grin.  “I know it isn’t much now.  But it will be.”

Bella looked around once more.  “It’ll be the start,” she murmured.

“A start to bring the colors back,” she whispered softly to herself.  Her world was many shades of grey right now… but maybe, just maybe, with the help of her friend Bella and her family, she could bring the colors back, not just to her world, but to everyone…  She just hoped she was strong enough to do it.


 

1.06: What Every Legacy Reader Looks Forward to!

Mulan got up that morning, went about her normal routine.  As she sat down to eat breakfast, she was grinning from ear to ear.  She had something very important to tell her husband as soon as he got up.  He hadn’t gotten home until late in the night, so she’d let him sleep, but she was fit to bursting!

 

Time seemed to drag on and on.  She kept glancing at the clock on her cell phone, then she hopped on the computer, knowing that she needed to do something, or risk going batty before Camron woke up!  Before she knew it, the door to their bedroom opened and Camron wandered out, looking a bit sleepy still.  He wasn’t at his best when he first woke up.  She always thought it was rather endearing and couldn’t help the giggling.

 

“Morning, love,” he greeted her right after a yawn.  He plopped himself down in to the comfortable chair that Mulan had gotten from work.

 

“Morning,” she returned, still grinning.  She thought she was going to burst!  But she wanted to do this right.  Camron came to stand behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and giving her a rub before he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head.

 

She put her hands over his, then stood up.  Taking his hands in hers, she led him to the couch and they both sat down.  “Turn on the game!  The Llamas are playing the Alpacas today!”

 

Mulan shook her head, looking solemn.  “Not yet, love.  We need to talk.”

 

“Aww, but I’ll miss the opening throw!” he pouted.

 

Mulan just grinned.  “Well, I think telling you that you’re going to be a father is a bit more important, don’t you?”  To put just the right amount of emphasis on it, she pointed down to her stomach.

 

It took a moment for Camron to process what she was saying.  After all, he’d only just woken up and he hadn’t even had any coffee yet.  Mulan watched as it suddenly dawned on him.  “Wait, are you serious!?” he exclaimed.

 

She laughed.  “Yes, I am serious.  We’re going to have a nooboo!”

 

Camron reached up to wipe a tear from his eye.  Then he took her hands in his and just looked at her.  A father.  “Did ya hear that, Wolf?  We’re gonna have a nooboo!”

 

Wolf: I did.  I surely did.  You guys are gonna be great parents.

 

Camron pulled his wife close.  He was fitting to burst with happiness.  Mulan wasn’t far behind either.  They nuzzled their cheeks against one another, neither quite able to get words out just yet, each just wanting to be with the other.

 

After a moment, Camron leaned over and whispered in her ear.  Wolf couldn’t hear what he said, but Mulan started giggling.  “Yeah, we won’t tell her.”

 

Wolf: Hey!  No secrets!

 

The two burst out laughing.  “Don’t worry, Wolf.  It’s nothing bad,” Mulan assured her.  “We’re just very excited.  We hope there’s twins!”

 

Wolf: Ack!  Don’t you put that out there!  Not right now!  It’s true, you guys are doing fairly well, but still… twins could bankrupt you at this point!

 

The two giggled some more.  They were on cloud 9 and nothing Wolf said was going to burst that cloud.  Wolf was happy for them, really.  If the nooboo ended up being two nooboos, they’d just deal with it.

 

*****

 

Mulan began to show pretty rapidly.  She wasn’t even at the second trimester mark yet and it was more than apparent that she was expecting.  She was beginning to wonder if she really was carrying twins!  Maybe even triplets… though she kept that one to herself.  As much as she wanted a large family, the thought of having triplets right off the bat made her exceedingly nervous.

 

She and Camron had made enough money of late that they were able to add on a small office that was going to double as the nursery for now.  It wasn’t anything spectacular, but bills were going to be due soon enough so they had to be careful.

 

Camron tried to talk Mulan into taking some time off work immediately, but she insisted that they couldn’t afford it.  Besides, she enjoyed her job.  Despite the nausea, she headed to work after one of her long weekends.

 

Of course, once she came home, she may have regretted that decision…  She’d been pretty ill most of the day.

 

But Camron had just gotten up.  He came out to her and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and offered to make her a cup of tea to help settle her stomach.

 

Despite working late nights, Camron did whatever he could so that Mulan didn’t have to.  He was often pretty tired because of it, but he wouldn’t have changed it for the world.  He loved Mulan with all his heart and he wanted to make sure she was healthy.  Her and their nooboo.  He was fascinated with her belly and could often be found feeling it and talking to the little one inside there.  “I’m your Daddy there precious.  Your Mama and I can’t wait to meet you.”

 

Mulan thought it was adorable.  What she didn’t think was adorable, however, was how big she really got.  By the time her third trimester hit, she felt like a beached whale and she was sure she looked the part, too.

 

As she climbed into bed with Camron after a long day at work, she groaned.  “Is it time yet?  I’m so tired of being pregnant… I want to be able to see my feet again!”

 

Camron turned over so he could face her.  “I know, baby.  I know.  Soon.  Soon.”  He caressed her cheek.

 

Mulan smiled.  “You always know what to say.”  They snuggled up together.  Camron had a little while before he had to go to work yet and they enjoyed the time together.  But an hour or so later, Mulan had to get up.

 

“You ok, love?”

 

“J-just uncomfortable,” she muttered, though there was quite a pressure building in her abdomen.  Camron got up with her, intending to give her a message when Mulan let out a scream.  She looked at her husband, her eyes wide.  “M-my water just broke!” she whispered, a hint of panic in there.  Her face contorted in pain as a contraction hit.

 

Now, they had practiced for this.  But all that practice went right out of Camron’s head.  As Mulan let out another cry, he stood there, waving his arms about.  “Breath!” he kept yelling.  He remembered that much from the coaching classes.  But that seemed to be all he remembered…

 

“Camron!” Mulan snarled.  “I’m breathing already!”

 

Camron knew the better part of valor and retreated as far away as possible.  He would only be in the way.  Mulan seemed to have it under control.

 

Indeed, she did.  Though she felt like she was being ripped open, Mulan seemed to know what she was doing.  She went into the nursery where she could be alone.  She huffed, and puffed, and screamed some more.

 

Then with an explosion of sparkles and a blessed cessation of pain, little Yoshitune Rampart made his appearance in the world.  Welcome little Yoshi Rampart.