I Became A Legend A Decade Later Novels & Stories

And that was a legacy worth fighting for. **THE END**

You aren’t just a coward if you think that way; you’re also a fool* *Understand this, there will never be the right time for anyone. You may not understand what it takes to be a Legacy since you don’t understand the struggles of such a position, but no Legacy is entitled to such a thought. I am starting to think that it was an error that you were given this position without passing through any Labours*

“I never asked for this. I never wanted… to be legend.” She shook her head. “Legends are not asked for. Legends are earned. You have done what no Luna in generations could. You survived the betrayal of your own blood, you carried life within you while being hunted, and you’ve protected those who could not protect themselves. You are a legend, Ariana—whether you accept it or not.” The words settled in my chest like molten iron, heavy but strengthening. I had fought to survive Mooncrest. I had fought against Serena’s lies, against rogue attacks, against my own fears and doubts. And now, I understood what I was capable of. What I was.

"Be good and stop throwing tantrums. We can always have another baby later. You mustn't do such ridiculous things again." Watching him defend Gianna so openly, I only felt a deep weariness. He would never know that the reason I gave up the baby and turned down the engagement without hesitation had nothing to do with that fake video. Before I received that fake video, I really did get a call from the future. The gaunt, hollow-eyed woman on the video was me, five years from now. I didn't want to argue with him, so I followed his lead and said, "I'm very tired. I want to get some rest."

Whispers followed, laced with that old admiration that once fed my ego but now felt like chains. Relaxing my shoulders, I offered a polite nod and half-smile, the kind that came automatically even now, muscle memory from years of being the golden boy. The boys lingering by the bike racks watched too, eyes wide with lingering hero-worship, trading low comments about my stats or that championship game. Even here, years later, I was still a legend; the hockey star, the one who got out. The weight of that image pressed heavier today, a lead vest over my chest. It was part of what had kept me silent for so long. Part of what had let me hurt Zach most.

Her last movie was a mid budget movie, but her acting, and input had shone though, and had made triple the profit. His phone chimed just then. It was Cullen, her boyfriend, well she wasn't quite sure what they were yet, but she liked him. “Hey, have a good day, and stop worrying, I can feel your heart beat all the way out here in France. Anyway, break a leg.” She chuckled, and shot a quick text. “I hate how you know me so well.” The door opened just then, and Laurie-Ann looked up, and she froze when she saw him.

The seclusion, having to hide herself, being made to wear contacts ever since she was born. Then her parent’s death. She remembered how painful it had been to actually navigate life without her parents, since she had been so used to them doing everything for her. For the past five years, she had built her life, from scratch, working, making new friends in the quarters. She had found a good balance in her life while also hiding her powers. But all that came crashing to the ground when…… Her heart squeezed and she shook it off. She had left, and she should leave all these memories behind her. She could feel; a new beginning before her.

Simon then stated the things that happened last night as he can remember: I was inside our room at Room 308 working at my new invention which I'm planning to use in this coming Halloween night at our school when I met Mr. Deniega who happened to be my father's godfather. He went inside the room and offered me some help. It was when they began to talk something unusual that I sensed something isn't right. Mr. Deniega asked my father to come towards his room for a drink. Out of curiousity, I tried to peek at them from the veranda while using my telescope. I overheard that someone is threatening Mr. Deniega and he wants my father's help.

It was around midnight when my father called, and I had a hunch as to why. ‘Sebastian my boy, the company is all ours for the taking.’ I could hear the triumph in his voice. It was just another win for Reginald Carvers before he’d go on to dominate more business empires. ‘I grieve for poor old George. I really do. But son, I am proud of you.’ I ended the call, and sat in silence, the ambivalence eating me up. I was supposed to be happy: I had made my father proud, and he was pleased with me. This was what I had been living my whole life for: to make my father proud of me.

"Yeah, if it’s half a million, it’s no ordinary watch." The praise seemed to bolster James’s confidence. He cleared his throat, leaning into his self-appointed role as the wronged hero. "Actually, it’s a discontinued model. The market price is even higher now, but since we’re all old friends, I don’t want to make a big deal out of this." Sophia crossed her arms, a cold, satisfied smirk on her lips.