Monday, November 12, 2012

[Prologue] Chapter 7: Fire and Ice

As the early morning sun streams in through the leaded glass windows, little beams of light begin to dance playfully around the living room floor, but Luca and Maeve barely even notice. After such a tumultuous and eventful evening last night, they are completely caught up in each other’s company, totally lost in the moment.

“She moved!” Luca gasps as he gently places his hand on Maeve’s belly.

“She?” Maeve laughs.

“We’re having a girl,” he tells her with a small smile.

Maeve glances up at him skeptically. “How can you be so sure?” she asks.

Luca leans in and kisses her. “Trust me,” he whispers as he nuzzles her neck. “I’m a doctor.”

Coming down the stairs, Esme watches the lovebirds dubiously. All her doubts and suspicions about Luca, all her concerns about his motives and his feelings toward Maeve, have been more than put to rest by his actions over the past few days, but still their relationship makes her uncomfortable. Magic and humans do not belong together- It’s a belief that has been driven into her over the years, and for her own daughter to defy tradition and break the council’s law in such a serious way… Well, she’s finding it very hard to accept.

A loud knocking erupts from the back door, shattering the peaceful silence. Luca and Maeve show no inclination to get up, so Esme reluctantly goes to answer it.

Before she can get there, however, Atticus bursts into the room.

“WHERE IS HE?!” the mage shouts furiously, his voice echoing off the old plaster walls.

Esme folds her arms across her chest and glares at him, suddenly feeling protective of the man who saved her daughter’s life. She may not approve of Luca, but she’s not about to let him get killed by an enraged sorcerer with a badly damaged ego.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” she replies coyly.

“Don’t play games with me, Ezzy” Atticus spits. “I need to find that… that boy before he does anything stupid.”

“Stupid?” she repeats. “Like what?”

“The flower,” he snaps. “I need it back, and I need it back now.”

“You’re too late,” Esme tells him triumphantly. “It’s gone. The reaper took it.”

Hearing those words, Atticus explodes in a tirade of incomprehensible swearing.

“I’ll kill him!” he roars. “I’ll tear him to shreds! I’ll rip his nasty thieving hands off. I’ll-”

“Don’t you touch him, Atticus!” Esme bellows, facing him dead on. “He’s under my protection now, and I swear if you set one finger on him I’ll take you before the council, have you stripped of your position and imprisoned for the rest of your sorry little life.”

…The feeling is mutual.

As their yelling escalates, Luca and Maeve come running into the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about. Atticus seizes upon the brief moment of confusion…

And with a wave of his hands sets Luca on fire.

Maeve doesn’t hesitate. She recognizes Atticus from the stories Esme used to tell her about her father and immediately goes to confront him.

“How could you DO that to him?!” she screams, ignoring Luca’s calls for help. “He saved my life, and this is how you repay him?!”

Atticus waves his hand dismissively. “That human stole from me,” he replies angrily. “He deserves to die.”

“He stole from you to help ME!” Maeve cries. “Your DAUGHTER!”

Atticus’ face hardens, but he remains unmoved.

“Do you even have a soul?” Maeve demands, feeling her frustration boil over. “Does family mean nothing to you?! Does love mean nothing to you?!”

“Love?” he laughs. “Love only leads to heartache and grief. Here’s some advice for you, from father to daughter. Don’t bother. I stayed out of your life for a reason, child. I don’t need family, and I don’t need love.”

Maeve feels the tears streaming down her face, but she wipes them away defiantly. “Maybe you don’t need it, but I do. And I love him, Atticus. I love him with everything I am. You may have forever, but I have one chance, a single lifetime, to find happiness. Don’t take that from me. Don’t take him from me.”

Gazing at Maeve’s distraught, tear-stained face, Atticus is suddenly struck by how incredibly similar she looks to her mother. The sight brings back long forgotten memories of the night that Esme told him she was pregnant, the emotional announcement that shattered the harmony in their relationship, the difficult decision he made to remain with his job, the confusion in her eyes when he asked her to choose between him and the baby, the heartbreak he felt when she refused him. He wouldn’t wish that agony on anyone.

“Fine,” he whispers at last. “Fine.”

While Maeve and Atticus spend precious time quarreling with each other, Esme decides to take matters into her own hands. Grabbing a fire extinguisher, she desperately tries to put Luca out.

But it takes an ice spell to completely douse the enchanted flames.

Charred, frozen, and humiliated, Luca and Maeve leave without another word.

After their departure, an uncomfortable silence hangs in the air.

“I- I’m sorry,” Atticus says after a minute. “I lost my temper.”

“Don’t tell it to me,” Esme retorts. “I think your daughter is the one that deserves an apology.”

The mage nods and hangs his head. “But will she forgive a prideful old fool?” he wonders out loud.

A whole day passes before Atticus gets up the courage to speak with her. The conversation goes as expected, stiff and awkward at first, but friendlier towards the end.

Maeve can’t hide her gleeful smile as she pulls Atticus in for a hug.

“That’s all I ever wanted,” she tells him softly. “An apology.”

“What about Luca?” the mage asks as he backs away. “Will he still help us with this curse?”

Maeve shrugs. “I can be pretty persuasive when I want to,” she replies with a wink.

And so she can.

At Maeve’s insistence, Luca gives the blood samples he stole from the hospital to Atticus, and the mage immediately gets to work creating a remedy. Meanwhile, Luc enlists the help of his best friend and resident computer whiz Gibson to process the data he surreptitiously “borrowed” from the lab, and tonight Gibson wants to show them the results of his handiwork.

“I think I’ve found our source,” he exclaims excitedly as Luca leans over his shoulder to get a better look. “There appears to be a convergence of cases concentrated around this area.”

Luca frowns. “Bluetree Hollow? That’s just a short drive from Esme’s house…”

Gibson nods. “The Hollow is the common denominator,” he explains. “By charting each victim’s movements in chronological order, I was able to determine that the first dozen or so cases all spent time within a two mile radius of this point here, and only as weeks pass does the disease become more widespread. It must be originating from the valley somewhere. ”

“That’s right near the old Manor Place,” Luca muses. “I wonder if-”

“Let’s go check it out,” Maeve interjects enthusiastically. “See if we can’t discover what’s causing this virus.”

“I suppose it won’t hurt to go have a look around,” Atticus agrees.

Gibson opts to stay behind, and so the three of them pile into Luca’s car and head to the mysterious old house known as “The Manor Place”. Built centuries ago during a time of great prosperity in Jericho, the lovely Victorian has changed hands several times over the years, eventually ending up under the ownership of a wealthy, but highly secretive businessman named Edmund Everett. According to the legend, Edmund spent his whole life living alone in the house, and on his deathbed he vowed never to let another soul reside there. True to his word, the manor remains empty to this day, for strange as it may sound no one knows who owns the place anymore. Adding to the mystery, the property taxes are paid every year, always hand delivered to city hall in an unmarked envelope.

Tonight there are lights on inside the dilapidated old structure, so ever the gentleman Atticus bangs on the front door before letting himself inside.

“You two take the upstairs while I look around down here,” he whispers as Luca and Maeve follow him into the house. “We’ll meet out front in fifteen minutes.”

As soon as they separate, Atticus heads to the back of the house. He can sense the presence of another mage here, lurking in one of the rooms, and so he keeps quiet and listens.

“Why don’t you come in?” A voice, male and vaguely familiar sounding, echoes down the hall. Atticus traces it to a closed door at the far end of the room and boldly steps inside.

The man grins at him and beckons him over. “Atticus Thorel,” he smirks. “Now what do I owe the honor?”

Atticus pauses, desperately trying to place him. He’s seen that face before, but where?

“Old age has made you slow, my friend,” the man laughs. “How could you forget someone you once upon a time condemned to die?”

And then it hits him, like a punch in the gut. “Ephraim!” Atticus whispers, his voice trembling with rage. “Ephraim Everard. But- How- I- You’re dead!” he stammers.

Ephraim chuckles, apparently pleased by Atticus’ reaction. “You didn’t think I’d let you outlive me, did you?” he sneers. “How… foolish.”

“Then you’ve been behind the fever!” Atticus exclaims. “This whole mess… It’s all been you!”

“Such a shame,” Ephraim says, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “And here I thought you were an adversary worthy of fearing, but you’ve been two steps behind me this whole time.”

Atticus narrows his eyes angrily. “How?” he demands. “How did you do it?”

“The plague? It is a fairly complicated curse, but I always did love a challenge.”

“No. This. You. Your immortality. How are you still alive?”

“Ah, that. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let you in on my little plan. It all comes back to you, actually.”

Atticus look appalled. “Me?!”

Ephraim nods and continues with his story. “When I first started on the journey to achieve eternal life, however many centuries ago, you refused to part with your precious little secrets, claiming that it was safer for only one man to have access to the knowledge. ‘I don’t want a repeat of the Vivician Wars’ you told me. I tried everything from bribery to threats, but nothing I did or said could convince you to part with the information. So I gave up and began seeking other alternatives, eventually stumbling across a powerful binding spell. Well, as I’m sure you are aware, every Sim’s lifespan is predestined. Barring accidents or other unplanned occurrences, each Sim lives to a certain, predetermined age, usually in elderhood, when the reaper ascends from the netherworld to take them to the afterlife. However, using my new spell, I discovered a way to capture the extra years from people’s lives and use them to extend my own time. By binding their years to a ring, I could essentially achieve immortality. The issue, however, became how to cut their lives short?”

“So you created the Great Plague,” Atticus breathes.

“Yes, but I never expected it to work as well as it did,” Ephraim says. “I wasn’t prepared to handle that large an influx of years, and now I’ve begun to run low on time. Which is why I cast the spell again, hoping to prolong my already lengthy lifespan.”

“But you see, Atticus, my lovely wife Isadora had a better idea,” he continues. “As a seer, she foretold that by casting the spell near the city of Jericho I could potentially infect the guardian’s one and only daughter. And I take it I was successful in my mission?” he asks with a small smirk.

Atticus frowns. “But why would you want to hurt Maeve?” he demands.

“Bargaining power, of course. You give me the true secret of immortality, and in exchange I reverse the spell, sparing your daughter’s life. What do you say, my old friend?”

“I say you’re despicable,” Atticus snarls.

“Yes, I am well aware,” Ephraim chortles. “But I meant about our deal…”

 “I’m afraid you have made a slight miscalculation,” Atticus replies quietly.

Ephraim’s face falls. “Miscalculation?” he snaps. “How so?”

And then, as though on cue, Maeve’s voice resonates down the hallway. “Dad?” she calls out. “Dad, where are you?”

“In here, Maeve,” Atticus answers, his eyes never once leaving Ephraim’s face.

“What’s going on in here?” Luca demands as he and Maeve burst into the room.

“You said she was sick,” Ephraim growls to Isadora. “You said-”

“I lied,” Isadora retorts in an icy cold voice.

Ephraim lets out a furious howl. “I’ll deal with you later,” he spits. Turning to face Atticus, he adds, “If you won’t give me the secret voluntarily, then I guess I’ll just have to force it from you.”

Assuming a defensive stance, Atticus prepares for a duel. “You’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead lips,” he roars.

“I’m not as dumb as you think, old man,” Ephraim yells as the power courses through his hands.

A gruesome cloud of death begins to swarm around Ephraim, but instead of hitting Atticus it heads directly for Maeve.

She freezes in terror as the curse lunges in her direction, but just before it completely engulfs her, a blinding light explodes around Maeve, shielding her from the spell.

…And causing it to bounce back at a wholly unprepared Ephraim.

Ephraim falls to the floor, writhing and screaming in agony.

Maeve and Luca watch in horror as the curse completely overtakes his body, killing the mage in a matter of seconds.

As Ephraim collapses in a lifeless puddle, Isadora hurriedly removes a single ring from his finger.

Standing up, she turns toward Atticus. “My child, if you don’t mind,” she commands calmly.

Luca bends down and picks up the small boy, who’s sitting quietly at his feet.

“You give me that ring, Mrs. Everard, and I’ll give you your son,” Atticus replies.

Her eyes narrow furiously. “You’ll regret this!” she shrieks as she takes a small pouch out of her pocket and throws it to the floor.

And in a poof of smoke, she’s gone.

Challenge Notes:

I hope that was all clear. I know there was a lot going on in this chapter, and I’m not sure I explained it all that well, so please don’t hesitate to ask me if you have any questions. I don’t mind clearing anything up! =)

Also, I don’t blame you if you didn’t notice the child before the third to last photo at the end, but he does make a (minor) appearance in two other screenshots. One of them is actually quite important for the story, as you will see in future chapters, but I’m not sure if anyone will pick up on it or not.

As always, thanks for reading! =D


  1. I saw what you did there. xD

    But where will you take it. O.O

  2. Baby cast the protection spell to keep Maeve from harm, I believe. : ) 8th last photo, little arms reaching up from behind Atticus' knee.

    Gosh I keep thinking you rolled half-siblings but then I double check your roll and see nope. It's so hard to guess your roll! I WANT it to be couple but I dunno about that messed up secretary...

    Atticus setting Luca on fire had me in stitches. Loved that whole scene. And I thought the witch trying to put Luca out with a fire extinguisher was just amazing. <3

  3. Ooh, interesting... I'm thinking along the same lines as Cece regarding the child, question is why and how he and his mother are going to play into the storyline.

  4. (long reply commences)

    Oh Buckley, this story is wonderful! I've just finally caught up on it. Long ago you told me on the forums not to bother with the old McKinley story as you were starting a new legacy and going a new direction, so I purposely put your blog at the bottom of my 'must read' list and am just now caught up on all the others.

    WELL. I just have to say, that was really worth the wait! Spectacular chapters, all of them and now that I'm caught up on them, I can't wait for more. Your story and writing style reminds me a lot of calisims/yangthecat's Brannon legacy ... you have a great talent with the screenshots and conveying drama which is definitely not easy to do, especially with the sims, which I find to be mostly goofy and silly, hah!

    I appreciate that you explained the transition from your old McKinley family and how/why Luca moved on and became the focus. I don't even need to go back and read any of it and will just enjoy the new story from here on out.

    As for the plot itself, wow - great use of several plot twists at once, that's hard to do. I was really biting my nails when Bridget showed up on the scene, I knew she was going to cause problems (and still will) for Luca.

    I also appreciated the unexpected turn of events with the magic spells scene and like others, am left speculating as to who/what the protective spell cast on Maeve at the last second was all about.

    Isadora is beautiful and menacing looking. I knew from the first shot of her that she was going to end up being the true threat and not the cocky Ephraim haha.

    And lastly, I am in love with Luca. You've done such a good job of portraying him as this conflicted, driven and yet in-love character, its very believable and he's endearing while at the same time somewhat naive and misguided by his scientific training. That's believable for a modern doctor. :)

    I enjoyed the exchange between Maeve and Atticus and Esme as well. Another family drama wrapped up nicely.

    Lastly, Emily. I have no idea where you're going with that but I do look forward to seeing how she and her baby turn out. I thought she aged up very beautifully to teen.

    Keep it coming, this is a great story!!

  5. Fascinating story, I just got caught up! I noticed the first picture with the child, but had to go back to catch the second. Sneaky. ;) Also, I think I've figured out where at least three of the total five children are going to be coming from so far.

  6. great update .... looking forward to reading more.

  7. Wow! I loved the explanation to why Ephraim cast the curse and how he managed to find a way to lenghten his own life. It must have taken quite some planning to come up with all this back story?

  8. I love the depth you've created for your characters. I can't wait to read more!