The Legacy

The planet will only continue to host our species as long as we remain respectful guests...The Legacy is a suspenseful thriller with a glimpse into the world of the paranormal. Ellen was born to suffer and to watch those around her succumb to their misfortune. Through the loss of both of her natural parents, and the gain of religiously fanatical adoptive parents, Ellen experienced more sadness, loss and tragedy than any one person would endure during several lifetimes. Her lot in life was only a mere distraction for the real test that awaited her... Clayton lost his father in a mysterious accident before he was old enough to remember him. The questions that surrounded the family tragedy followed Clayton, and his vivid dreams of others were drawing him closer to who he was always meant to be —even without his knowledge. Johanna was a shut-in destined to endure a cycle of addiction and depression as she attempted to remember her life before her abduction. Shedding her former life, and being lost without ever claiming another, Johanna was forced outside of her zone of tolerated discomfort and directly into the middle of an ancient force of nature. In The Legacy, Ellen, Clayton and Johanna are related to one another in the most unique way, the way of saving the human race from itself. Their individual grief is installed to thwart each of them from fulfilling their purpose.

Clayton woke with a jolt. He was having the most vivid dream of shadowy figures laughing and celebrating. In the dream, Clayton would try to interact with the figures, but they would not materialize, almost as though he was seeing a group of blurred ghosts. The figures all rushed into a huddle, frantically shouting as the celebration shifted from jovial to alarming. Clayton was confused and lost as the figures in the dream panicked. The trauma of the dream must have caused a great deal of teeth clenching as Clayton’s squarely shaped jaw was throbbing in a heavy, dull pain. Today was an important day for the ambitious, bright-eyed nineteen-year-old, as he was beginning a new chapter of his life. A conversation with his mother several weeks ago helped Clayton decide it was time to act on his future rather than continue to look to a past barely remembered. “I know this may be hard to talk about, but what would you say if I decided to go to culinary school, maybe be a chef, like dad was?” Clayton carefully asked his mother. This question, from the son that she adored, stopped her in her tracks as she was setting the table for dinner. “I think that would have made your father very proud, Clayton,” she responded and started to cry, sat down at the dining room table, and stared at the wedding ring on her left hand. “You know, he was the best, and everyone knew it.” She looked at Clayton while she spoke with tears running down her high cheek bones. Clayton’s father was a successful chef that served the privileged in Sydney, often cooking in exotic locations that included elaborate yachts and sprawling estates. His family lived on the southeastern coast of Australia, near the breathtaking views of the harbor where the rich and famous would entertain, host clients as well as throw lavish parties. “I wish I could remember more about him, mah,” Clayton said, acknowledging her sorrow.