Gen Seven Summary

December Snow’s Life Summary


December Snow was homeschooled until graduation due to her horrible stutter. She continued living with her parents into her 20s, even though her sister had long moved out. She built up a healthy savings by reviewing books and movies for a local magazine. She stumbled along through life, having no friends beyond her sister and her cousin, Amulet.

Azurine became worried for her sister’s well-being, and she insisted that December show off her beautiful singing ability at karaoke night in the neighboring town of Marshmallow Falls. December reluctantly agreed to go, only to get her sister off her back.


December rocked out on stage, and became enamored of the club’s owner/keyboard player, Sirius Midnight. There was something about him that she could not put her finger on. She begged him to teach her piano, slowly falling in love with him in the process. It was then that she learned his secret…he was a vampire. He had been in hiding for years, trying to stay out of the brewing tensions between vampires and humans.

Eventually, Sirius tried to force December from his side, fearing for her safety. That is, until he realized she had become pregnant with his child. He convinced December to go into hiding with him, choosing a cabin in the deepest woods of Marshmallow Falls as their home.


After years of living in hiding, December’s anxiety about her children’s future and the potential battle for vampire control began to weigh on her. She convinced Sirius to turn her into a vampire, as well. He wasn’t certain that it was the best idea, but he loved December and wanted her to feel secure, even if it meant damnation.

This left only their eldest child to act as a go-between for the vampire world and the human world.


December and Sirius had three children. Their first-born, Evening Star, was born human, but with an incredible ability. Evening, or “Even” (pronounced like Evan), was a tactile empath: she could discern a person’s entire emotional state with one touch. She was followed by twins, Neptune Cloud and Zodiac Cove, both vampires from birth. It was apparent early on that Neptune would struggle with the dark side, while Zodiac was an enigmatic child, dabbling heavily in alchemy and magic.


Stay tuned for the story of Evening Star!



As much as it pains me to do this, I am cancelling my legacy. I simply do not have the time or mental capacity to finish it. I haven’t opened my game in a long time, and I feel I have defeated the purpose I had for starting a legacy in the first place, which was to make gameplay more interesting.

I will continue to update my family tree, and, if you would like, I will keep you apprised of how the Spectrums’ lives have played out over the course of the generations.

I feel sad that I have let you guys down, but I need to turn my focus to the things that need doing in my life, and I know that if I simply go on “hiatus,” my save will go untouched for many months.

I will, of course, continue reading and commenting on the stories I have followed for so long. Unfortunately, I will be doing so as a reader, rather than a fellow legacy writer from now on.

Thank you so much for being loyal and wonderful readers for so long! We made it two years. 😉

Chapter 20: A Thousand Years


“Okay, sweetheart, the Treat-y of Versailles was signed in what year again?” I asked my daughter. A simple history question, but I could see her young eyes glazing over and I needed to keep her focused. Her exams were coming up and she needed to get a good grade for us to move on to the next grade level. She was fairly advanced as it was, but I knew she wanted to finish her schooling before her friends. An unexpected perk to being homeschooled.

“N-nine-t-teen nineteen,” she responded, struggling at first, but finishing strong. She smiled up at me. “Th-that’s an easy one, D-daddy.” History was her favorite subject, so I was glad to see her more alert.

I smoothed my hand over her hair, smiling. Shortly after her third birthday, December had been diagnosed as having a speech impediment: a stutter. The doctors weren’t sure what caused it. There was the possibility that she had suffered an unrecognized injury at birth, but there was no way of being sure. One thing the doctors told us was that a few years of speech therapy would do wonders for her. Unfortunately, her improvement had been very subtle. We had made the decision after her first year of school to homeschool December. It had been apparent that the school system was not equipped to deal with her condition and our exceedingly bright child had become frustrated in the classroom. With Pacifica and I working primarily from home, it was easy for us to take on the responsibility. Couple that with December’s intelligence and eagerness to learn, and there had been little trouble. She was still seeing a speech therapist twice a week, but we began to wonder if it was in vain.


Behind us, Pacifica created a soft melody on the piano. Her last client of the day had left about thirty minutes prior, so she was enjoying herself by providing soothing background music to her daughter’s studies. Pacifica had gladly exchanged fame for teaching piano and voice to teens and adults. It allowed her to get back to the roots of her musical abilities without the strain of the spotlight. She still enjoyed writing music from time to time, but it was reserved for the ears of her family, instead of an adoring public.

I had worried in the beginning that Pacifica would find herself missing all the excitement of living in the city and being a star, but she frequently exclaimed that she was a fool to think seeing her name in lights was the best life could offer. Being a mother was more important to her than any record contract.



We had become highly domesticated in the eight years since the girls had been born. Cedar had long ago moved toward sustainable living, with chickens and a vegetable garden, and it was his and Serene’s influence that had led us to make a lot of changes. We still enjoyed the occasional cheeseburger and fries, but we wanted our daughters to grow up eating a balanced diet.

The chickens were a fun and welcome change to our daily lives. I got up each morning to retrieve the eggs so I could whip up an omelet for my girls before they started their school day: December at home and Azurine at the local elementary school. The girls adored them, as well. Azurine had named each of them. I couldn’t tell the difference between Sapphire and Pearl or Diamond and Emerald…but my sassy child made sure to set me straight any time I got a name wrong.

Pacifica had found a passion in gardening that she had never expected. When we had made the decision to plant some vegetables, she had agreed grudgingly to help out. She quickly discovered that her time in the garden was better than meditation. It gave her time alone with her thoughts while bringing her back to the roots of what it meant to be alive. One tomato plant quickly turned into two, and suddenly we had berries and trees to go along with them. My love’s once perfectly-manicured nails were now constantly caked with dirt.


I heard excited footsteps coming up the stairs and I turned in time to see Azurine and her cousin, Amulet, bounce into the room. Cedar and Serene’s eldest was only two months older than our girls, so she spent a lot of time at our house. She and Azurine were in the same class at school, as well, so needless to say…they were joined at the hip. Pacifica and I appreciated that Amulet’s mellow personality helped balance the energetic Azurine.

“Hey Daddy,” my child said breathlessly, “Can Snow come play with us?” She had taken to calling her sister Snow when they were young. December reciprocated by calling her Iris.

“C-can I? Pl-please, Daddy?” December looked up at me with a pout. “I’ve d-done a-all my work f-for today.”


I looked down into my daughter’s big blue eyes, the same shade as her mother’s and sister’s. Her cheeks were mottled with some kind of bizarre rash, as if the poor child didn’t have enough to deal with. It had been present since her early years, but we hadn’t taken notice of it until it started to get worse in the past year. She was fluttering her eyelashes and sticking out her bottom lip in a dramatic show of desperation. I laughed.

“Yeah, you’ve done a lot today. Go on. Just make sure you guys are washed up and ready for dinner by six!”

December squealed with excitement and jumped up to join her sister.



“S-so what d-do you guys w-wan-wanna do?” December choked out shyly.

Neither girl took notice of her impediment, listening patiently for her to finish before Azurine began chattering with excitement. “We could play tag in the front yard or we could go swimming in the lake or we could paint each other’s nails or I think we have some board games that we could play if you wanna do that instead…” Azurine barely took a breath in between each thought, bouncing the entire time she spoke. Pacifica and I often joked that Azurine had stolen December’s words in the womb. Whereas December struggled to get the words out, Azurine seemed to have an abundance of words. And she never hesitated to use them.

“Why don’t we go play on the slip and slide?” Amulet offered up. “I think I still have a bathing suit here from the last time.” Always the pragmatic one, not that I’d expect anything less from Cedar’s child.

As they scrambled out of the room, I shook my head, smiling. “Those girls,” I said softly.

“But they’re ours,” Pacifica chimed in behind me. I could hear the laughter in her voice.

I started to respond, but I was cut off by the sound of Pacifica’s phone ringing. I recognized the tone instantly: Cotton Candy.



“Hey, what’s up?” Pacifica asked. I couldn’t hear what Cotton Candy was saying, but Pacifica let out a little laugh. “Yeah, one year olds tend to do that, Cotton,” she said. Pacifica’s best friend had gotten married about two years after the twins were born, but she and her husband had had difficulty conceiving. Their infant son had just turned one and Cotton Candy was still getting used to the newness of being a mother. She called often to ask for advice.

“No, I’m not sitting down,” I heard Pacifica say with concern. “Should I be?”

There was a long pause. “Is everything alright?” I asked cautiously, but Pacifica didn’t seem to hear.

“Please, just tell me what’s going on, Cotton,” she said with frustration. There was a long pause before I heard the soft echo of a voice on the other end.

Pacifica began to sway. She hung up the phone without saying a word.


She stood frozen for a moment, but as soon as she got her bearings, she bolted from the room. I called after her to inquire about what was happening, but she didn’t hesitate in her quick movements. She took off down the stairs and all I could do was stare after her, worry growing deeper in my chest.


I tried to imagine what her friend had told her. The conversation had begun with talk of Cotton Candy’s baby, so I couldn’t imagine it had anything to do with her family. Pacifica’s parents were dead and Serene lived down the street: no possibilities there. As far as I knew, Pacifica didn’t have any other close friends from her time in Briocheport, so I was completely stumped at what was eating away at my girlfriend’s peace of mind.

I looked at the door where she’d fled for a few moments, trying to understand what was going on. Once I was able to shake the sense of panic that had set it, I managed to take a step forward. Then another. Next thing I knew I was following her path out the door, eager to discern what was taking place in her head.


I found her at the back of the house in the small gazebo we had set up for the girls. She stared off over the water, her spine straight with anxiety. I looked at her, not moving an inch. She hadn’t heard me approach, so I took a few moments to watch her.

I had never found the right time to propose to her. Life and my own personal fears had gotten in the way. Pacifica had taken to calling us “partners in life.” She never said anything about marriage and I had often wondered if she felt disappointed by my unwillingness to propose to her. She had never suggested any resentment, but I found myself questioning her feelings about the whole situation.

I stepped forward and she looked up.


I moved closer to her, feeling awkward as I did so. I didn’t know what was going on and I wasn’t quite sure how to approach it. I rubbed my neck, looking for the words to comfort her…regardless of what had happened.

I didn’t have to say a word because she volunteered the information on her own. “Valentino is dead. Got himself killed in a car accident.” She said nothing more than that.

I felt my stomach tighten. Valentino? Truth be told, I hadn’t spared a thought for him in years. It was funny, considering how big a role he played in mine and Pacifica’s budding relationship, but since the girls had been born, I hadn’t had reason to even consider where he was or what he was doing. But apparently I was alone in that. Had Pacifica been thinking about him all these years? She seemed awfully dismayed by the news of his death, and that did not sit well with me. I thought we had something wonderful, but I found myself questioning everything our lives had been the past eight years. Did she lie in bed beside me each night thinking of Valentino? That was preposterous! The man beat her. Why was she shedding a tear over his well-deserved demise?

“I’m sorry,” I said with an edge in my voice.


She looked at me with surprise, before letting out a humorless laugh. “It’s not what you think, Eden. I’m not sorry he’s dead. Not by a long shot.” Her mouth curled into a snarl of pure disgust.

“But…why do you seem so upset?” I asked. It didn’t make any sense to me. For someone who was happy to hear of his death, her demeanor was awfully riled.

“I’m not…upset. I’m…relieved.” Relieved? “You don’t understand, Eden. He’s been…this albatross over our lives for so long. I was always so afraid that he would come back. That he would hurt you or the girls. And it’s stupid that I would believe that because he was in Briocheport living a life of fame and wealth. What possible reason could he have for wanting to mess with me? But the feeling was there…the fear. He had worked so hard to punish me for loving you, then he tried to hurt me when he found out I was pregnant, I just…” she cut off, shaking her head angrily.

I watched her for a moment, waiting for her to finish her story.

“Now he’s gone and this cloud is lifted. He’s not going to haunt my nightmares anymore, Eden. I feel…free. We’re free.” She laughed, this time with feeling.



And it was at that moment that I knew. I knew what I had waited so long for, even if I hadn’t recognized it. This was our time. Our lives were going to start. All I needed to do was hide my anxiety and do what I should have done years ago. I took off running toward the house, not bothering to say a word to Pacifica.

“Eden, wait!” She called after me. But I didn’t stop. I had to do this before the fear came back. While the relief was still fresh.


There it was. Hidden in the same spot it had been for years. I had looked at it periodically in the time since I had bought it, but the ring remained trapped in the back of my drawer, waiting for the day it would come to rest where it belonged: on Pacifica’s finger. I couldn’t believe I had allowed myself to go this long without making her my wife. It suddenly seemed insane in retrospect. The fear felt foolish and childish. I knew that this was the perfect time to propose.


When I walked back outside, Pacifica was standing at the edge of the cliff looking over the water, her arms resting at her sides. I was struck by how beautiful she was. I closed my eyes and remembered this very spot over eight years before. It was our first day here. Pacifica had been pregnant. The rain had been coming down in torrents. It was amazing to think of all that we had weathered in these years. If someone had told me at the age of 25 that this is where we would be now, standing in this very spot…I don’t know that I could have imagined it. Pacifica had changed slightly in that time. Her hair was shorter, curled more at the edges. Her waist and breasts had become fuller in her time as a busy mother. She had subtle lines creasing her forehead from too many exasperated expressions. But she was still every bit as stunning as the first time I’d laid eyes on her. That over-done, super polished young woman had grown into a strong, earthy mother, and I loved her with every beat of my heart. She was perfect. She was the strong, beautiful force of nature that had come into my dismal life and made it bright.


I walked up behind her, wrappings my hearts around her shoulders. She jumped with a bit of start at first, but she relaxed into my embrace after a moment. For an eternity, we stood there, letting the salty breeze from the water below wash over us. Her hair still smelled like apples, with a hint of dirt and springtime sweat clinging to her skin.

“Where did you go?” She asked finally, her voice just above a whisper.

“I need to do something,” I responded.


She turned to me, her eyes wide. “Oh?”

I took a deep breath, trying to think of the right words to say. “It’s something I should have done years ago. I guess I was waiting for the right moment.” I chuckled, feeling a little bit nervous about the whole thing.

Finally, I dropped to one knee.


“Pacifica Ocean, I think I have loved you since the first time you walked into my dad’s office. It took some figuring out, but once I realized how much you meant to me, I knew I could never let you go.”

Her eyes welled up with tears and she nodded, waiting for me to continue.

I took a big gulp of air. “We have two beautiful daughters together, a home, and a life more wonderful than I ever thought possible for myself. I love you.” This was it, the big moment. “Will you…marry me?”


She squealed. “Of course I will, Edie. I love you so much!”

I placed the ring on her finger and she gazed down at it, a big smile on her face. “What took so long? That ring has been hiding in your drawer for years.”

My eyes widened, but I laughed aloud. “You mean, you knew?” I couldn’t believe it. All this time I thought it was some big secret and she had known of the ring’s existence all along.

“Of course. I do a large portion of the laundry,” she said, grinning. I could see the laugh lines creasing her cheeks, but that was just another thing about her that I loved. “I didn’t say anything because I knew you would propose when you were ready.”


I pulled her close, dipping her into a kiss. She squeaked, but she returned the kiss. I held her tightly in my arms, relishing the feel of her soft flesh beneath my hands.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting so long,” I said.

She smiled wistfully at me. She reached out to touch my cheek and whispered, “For you, Eden, I would wait forever.” I kissed her again.


I wrapped Pacifica tightly in an embrace, where we stayed for a long time. Looking over her shoulder, I could see the lights on the beach below. I recalled our first kiss that day after we swam in the ocean. So much had changed. Not just my life, but me. I had changed. I had a beautiful woman that I loved who loved me, and we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. We had two precious daughters. My life was complete. Everything I never even thought possible had come to be. I was truly and irrevocably in a state of happiness.

Life was perfect.

Chapter 19: We Can’t Stop


It was only about six hours after the birth of the twins that the thick clouds gave way to sunshine, melting the treacherous snow. I loaded a very weak Pacifica and our tiny daughters into the car to take them to the hospital for evaluation. The emergency room was swamped with injuries from the snow, but the doctors got us back quickly to ensure that our little ones and their mother were right as rain.

Fortunately, there were no complications and my family was given a clean bill of health. The obstetrician opted to keep them in the hospital for a few days just to make sure there were no additional problems from our impromptu home birth, but we were eventually given the go-ahead to return home. We bundled our precious babies into their warmest clothes to brave the February chill.

It was a huge relief to finally be back at the house. After a few days of sleeping on a hard chair and not having an opportunity to bathe, I was looking forward to reclaiming some creature comforts.



My mother and sisters had helped us get the nursery ready for the twins. Hummingbird had crafted some wall art of their initials to decorate the room, and dad and mom had had some custom curtains created to frame their basic wooden cribs. I had worked a long weekend alongside my new brother-in-law, Mulberry, to get the bright plaid wallpaper up. We didn’t have a lot of money, but we wanted to do everything in our power to make sure that this room was bright and cheerful for our daughters. After all, this was where they would grow up.

I felt a huge rush of relief as I entered the room, ready to get my daughters tucked into their cribs. After this, it was time for a shower and a nap before the inevitable midnight feeding.


I placed a cooing December into her crib. I thought I saw her smile up at me, but my mother assured me that babies often smile when they have gas. Which of course meant I should expect a diaper change to come soon. I grinned down at this tiny creature that Pacifica and I had created, reveling in the sweetness of her light blue eyes. I ran my hand over her head, brushing my fingers through her fine teal hair.

“Hush now, little princess,” I said in a whisper. Her eyes began to close from her tiring first few days of life. I started to back away when I heard a whimper from behind me.

“I can’t do it!”


I turned around to see Pacifica looking around the room with a look of dismay on her face. I felt my stomach tighten for a minute. What did she mean she couldn’t do it? Couldn’t do what?

“Cici,” I said cautiously. “What’s going on?”

“I can’t do it, Eden, I can’t leave them here.” She pouted in a way that would have made me laugh if I weren’t so relieved.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “They’ll be safe here, sweetheart. I promise.” I smiled reassuringly, hoping it would calm her new mommy nerves.

“No, I can’t.” I saw a few tears escape. “I need them to be close to me. I’ll sleep on the floor of the nursery if I have to!”


I sighed. I could just picture Pacifica curled up on the carpet of the nursery, ready to jump up and check on the babies if they so much as breathed too loudly. I didn’t want to be responsible for that.

“I wonder if there’s something I can do to keep the babies in the room with us,” I said, mostly thinking aloud.

Pacifica’s eyes lit up. “Really, Edie?” She asked hopefully.

“Let me call my dad and see if he can help.”


It ended up being Gossamer, rather than my dad, whose help paid off in the end. She had a close friend who had given birth to twins a few years before and they had a double crib stored in their garage. I was able to get the crib for a steal, only $50, because they had wanted so long to get back that storage space.

Mulberry helped me get the crib put together in our master bedroom for the girls. In the two days in took to get everything situated, Pacifica kept her promise by sleeping on the floor of the girls’ room with only a blanket and a pillow for comfort. Not that she slept much, I’m sure, since the girls awoke every two hours for feeding. But Pacifica didn’t complain once. I think being a mother suited her more than anything else ever could have.

Once we had the girls set up in our bedroom, we took turns getting up to care for their needs, which gave Pacifica much needed rest and allowed me the opportunity to bond with my daughters.


To Pacifica’s dismay, she wasn’t able to breastfeed successfully for more than a week. For whatever reason, the milk just wasn’t coming in quick enough to nourish two babies. She called the lactation specialist in tears, willing to try anything to being able to have that experience as a mother. She tried teas and pumps, but nothing was enough. Ultimately, we were forced to switch the girls to an organic baby formula instead. It was pricy, but it was a sacrifice worth making…both for the sake of my children and for the peace of mind of my girlfriend.

Because feeding the babies meant so much to Pacifica, even if she couldn’t accomplish it from her own breasts, I gave her full reign on taking care of the twins’ food needs. It was a way for her to bond with them and she enjoyed every minute of it, no matter how many times a night she had to wake up to do so.


I took over some of the less fun parts of parenting. I changed the majority of diapers, gave the baths (which neither of my daughter’s enjoyed), and cleaned everything they spit up. A few years ago, that kind of labor would have sent me over the edge. But knowing that my struggles were for the health of happiness of my little girls made it all worth the effort. I choked my way through every explosive diaper and vomit-ous mess, forcing a smile as I did so. Being a dad was something I never thought I’d be any good at, but every time one of my daughters smiled at me or fell asleep curled in my arms…I knew this was exactly the person I was meant to be.


By the time the girls were asleep each night, Pacifica and I were both too exhausted to even think of being intimate. Add to that the fact that Pacifica still wasn’t fully comfortable with her new body, and our sex-life became non-existent.

But each night before we fell asleep, Pacifica would snuggle close to me and let the warmth of my body soothe her exhaustion. I would lean close and press my face into her hair, relishing the unique combination of baby formula and apple shampoo.

For now, that was enough for us.



As the girls approached their second birthday, we began to notice distinct differences in their growth.

Azurine quickly grew a full head of curls that were hard to keep wrangled. We kept them twisted up in little buns to keep them out of her face. She was a copy of Pacifica in her coloring, but I could see the start of a wide-mouth from my side. It didn’t surprise me in the slightest considering her propensity for chatter-fests. She didn’t care if anyone was listening, she just liked to hear her own voice.


December was the complete opposite. She had barely any hair at all. We often found ourselves putting little bows and headbands on her when we went out because no one seemed able to recognize that she was a girl. The little hair she had was like mine, but she was essentially a little Pacifica clone. At least she had that going for her, even if she was doomed to be bald for the rest of her life (or so it seemed to us at the time). She was a quiet little thing. She barely made a coo, even when she was hurt. She would suffer in silence, her face streaked with tears. We had to pay close attention to December to ensure she was in good health.


Azurine was a fairly easy child, save for a few screaming fits. Pacifica took on the task of teaching her to talk and to walk. I should have known that Azurine would be the one that would take to talking like it was second nature. Pacifica was blown away to discover just how many words Azurine already knew. She has listened to our conversations, listened to the television, listened to music…and picked up every bit of it. We learned a lesson about what we said when we were close to her because we never knew what she would mindlessly repeat.

Teaching her to walk was a little bit more of a struggle because she was constantly in motion. She would try to take off running and fall down. She wasn’t prepared to take the small steps necessary to learn, she just wanted to get up and go, which led to quite a few bumps and bruises and soothing kisses from her mommy.



December was a completely different story, as usual. She did not have any desire to speak. It took some time, but I was finally able to get her to say simple words like “ma,” “da,” and “sis.” But that was the extent of her vocabulary. Instead she would stare off into the distance, her eyes filled with some kind of secret wisdom she was unwilling or unable to vocalize. I found myself getting quickly frustrated, both for myself and for my daughter. I wanted to be able to have conversations with my child, of course, but I also wanted some kind of sign that she was going to be okay. The less capable she was of communicating her needs, the more I worried for her. I didn’t know what it meant, but the paranoid side of me caused me to assume something was horribly wrong with my little girl.

On the positive side, she at least took to walking with ease. In fact, she loved to explore. She wasn’t in a hurry the way Azurine was; December took the time to really take in everything that was happening. She wanted to make sure she had discovered every inch of her surroundings before she moved on.



We wanted to satisfy the desires of our children based on their personalities, rather than trying to put them into a set box. Despite our concerns about December’s lack of communication or Azurine’s difficulties learning to walk, we decided to let the girls grow into their strengths while we worked on improving their weaknesses.

For Azurine, that meant a playpen, gifted to her by my parents on the girls’ second birthday. There were mirrors, an abacus, and a little music box. She loved to sit around for hours talking to herself in the mirror. She would talk so quickly that it would occasionally turn to incoherent babbling, but she would fall over in a fit of giggles over whatever silly story she was telling herself.

December’s gift was a walker. Although she was pretty adept at getting around, the walker allowed her to move with more ease, which made her explorations much simpler. She still didn’t say much, but she always had a look of contentedness in her eyes when she found something she had never seen before. We knew that there was a lot of deep thought in her young mind…we just wished she could tell us what those thoughts were.


Whatever their differences, the twins were as close as two children could be. They were certainly closer than Gossamer and I had ever been. They would play peekaboo and giggle at one another. Azurine would talk up a storm while December listened, a big grin on her face. I heard more words come out of her mouth when she was with her sister than in any other situation. She still didn’t say much, but it was clear that being able to talk to her sister was important to her. And it meant a lot to us that the girls were so close. Between Pacifica’s lack of siblings and my lack of relationship with most of mine, it was a new experience for us to see two sisters that wanted nothing more than to spend every moment together. It was reassuring to know that, whatever else happened, they had one another to fall back on.


Fortunately, mine and Pacifica’s relationship grew stronger as the girls got older. We were finding more time to be intimate, even if it was something as simple as a neck massage in the afternoon. I had such an appreciation for her superb talents as a mom. She took on parenting our twins with such passion and patience, it was almost laughable to think of how afraid she had been when the doctor had given us the news. She was the perfect mix of fun parent and disciplinarian. In fact, it was her natural maternal instinct that made it so much easier for me to be the dad that I was. She helped calm my fears about the girls’ futures and to remind me that children are not perfect. I was able to come home after working and find my daughters asleep in their mother’s lap, while Pacifica sang lullabies to them. It was beautiful…and I pinched myself every day.


It was for that reason that I went out one April afternoon and bought Pacifica a diamond engagement ring. I had been saving money in small increments for several months in the hopes that she wouldn’t know. She was everything to me. Her and the twins were the family that I so desperately needed, even if I hadn’t known. We had a closeness and a bond that my family never could muster, no matter how much we pretended. Even if a wedding was just a formality at this point, I wanted to call Pacifica my wife as we spent our lives together. I was madly in love with her.


But there was still that underlying anxiety that I couldn’t shake. I had grown a lot in the last few years, but there remained within me a little piece of the Eden I had long been: a frightened child. It was silly and I knew it. I loved Pacifica and I could see in her eyes how much she loved me. We had two children and a home together. I was helping her set up an at-home music business. But I was afraid. Afraid that if I asked her to marry me, that she would say no and everything would fall apart. I guess there was still a voice in my head telling me in was all an illusion. I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the life we had created.

So into my underwear drawer went the ring, hidden far in the back where Pacifica would never find it.


I just had to wait for the right moment. Whenever that happened to be.

And the heir is…


The heir that has won with 75% of the vote is December Snow!

December is a shy girl who keeps mostly to herself, save for her twin sister and best friend, Azurine. She has suffered from a terrible stutter since childhood and has difficulty holding even the simplest conversation. The one way she can express herself without faltering is through singing. When she sings, her voice is clear and steady, and her beautiful melodies captivate all those who hear her. She lives a boring and uneventful life, up until the day she meets a mysterious stranger with a dark past and an even darker secret. Everything she thinks she knows will be turned upside down. But is love worth risking everything?

Gen 6 Heir Vote!

I’m doing things a little differently this time by having the heir vote before the finale. Since I already have a story planned for the next generation, I’m going to do something a little unique and have a LOOKS ONLY heir vote!

The heirs are wearing the same hair, makeup, and clothing for the vote. This will change when a winner is chosen.

Heir Azurine

Azurine Iris


Heir December

December Snow

Eden’s hair, Pacifica’s skin and eyes.