
Who knew that us three born beneath the same stars, nurtured by the same love, and guided through the same obstacles of life could end up as strangers? Our childhood bond weakened as hormones raged within our cells. Our attraction to the opposite sex weakened the chain that held us together. And I was the one to destroy it.
I suppose I should begin with the night we lost our home.
It began as a tropical storm off the coast of some place I'd never visit, nurtured by the warm waters where it grew until its temper destroyed the island. Wind. Air. A breath turned into a typhoon. Its fingers curled at the shoreline, pounding the beaches. Chewing on the sand until it vanished. Trees broken into driftwood. The tears needles of hail on our vehicles and windows. The crystals piled onto the backyard until the ground turned white and I envisioned the season winter instead of the mild autumn.
High above the water level we ignored the mandatory evacuation call the day prior. What we didn't expect was the howling. The wind that cut the soil like paper, filling in with water and turning our backyard and garden into a pond. Flooding our basement. The trees, some of them planted over a hundred years prior, cracked as the pressure bent them farther than their old spines would allow. We huddled on the 2nd floor near the staircase. The wide windows that brought my mother years of breathtaking views now offered us no mercy from the storm's fury. Branches shattered the glass; the pieces shattered and drew pinpricks of blood on our exposed skin.

My mother cried. I could not comfort her; she was in the arms of my father. My sister, Frida, wrapped her arms around my mother's waist. I felt pained by the separation from my mother; I cradled myself and tears of self pity were hidden as the lights flickered then turned off altogether. This was my inheritance. Destroyed.
Fola remained composed beside me; her caramel eyes gazing with wonder. My Uncle Elek had departed the day before after a heated argument with mother. The way he left, the empty stare on my mother's face; I don't believe he will return.
An emptiness within my mother that never filled. Although the storm eventually tired of his tantrum, my mother never returned to her position as matriarch. She passed the reign to me. The rubble. Fallen trees and a thick coating of mud on the first floor shattered any notion that we would be able to clean up and continue where we left off. The house was deemed inhabitable like many others in the neighborhood and it had to be torn down and rebuilt from scratch. We salvaged what we could.
"We lost Akiho's dining set. All the books. All the paintings." Eshe stated dully. "She'll never forgive me."
My father groaned; he was worn from the constant pessimistic attitude. "What does it matter? That woman has been dead for two centuries. This isn't the first time the land has been cleared and the house rebuilt. That and I don't believe we managed to recover any of the urns on the third floor. I doubt we'll be seeing any of the ghosts again."
The exchanged a glance; I knew my mother wasn't swayed by his words.
"Where are we gonna live?" Finn interrupted.
"We've got a hotel room downtown. We'll be staying there until the house is reconstructed. There's a huge swimming pool, video games, and an arcade. The theater is right across the street. We can go there every night if you'd like." Damon's smile was paper-thin but it was enough to keep my brother in good spirits. "Find your brother and help me with some boxes?"
"Sure!" He replied. Finn screamed his twin's name and ran off around the house.

It wasn't until we set up at the hotel was I able to speak to my mother alone. The title of heir had lost its appeal over the last twenty four hours, but I was determined to prove I was up to the task. It still boggled my mind that she choose me to carry on the legacy when Frida was her obvious favorite. Maybe it was a decision done in the heat of the moment; a lash out against the illegal activities my younger sister engaged in.
"So what do I need to do?" I asked.
She stared at me. "Basically, you must have at least one child and live on our estate until death. But they won't make it easy on you..."

I waited for her to finish. One minute. Two minutes. Her eyes had lost their shine; their ambition. Wrinkles sneaked into the corners of her features.
"How. I don't understand how. She never told me why. Why they want us to be destroyed. I never asked. If she's gone and they are not. We're doomed. I never heeded her. She told me I was making a mistake. That you would cause the end of the legacy." My eyes widened. "You were always the most well behaved. The one who caused no trouble at school or home. You were the only one immune to the dreams. A gift from me, I assumed."
Her rambling disturbed me. Where had my logical, down to earth mother gone? Why did she speak of dreams? My sleep was heavy; never disturbed by footsteps or demons. If I dreamed then I remembered none of it upon waking. "What dreams?"
"Then again, I thought I was immune to them. There's been only two times in my life that I had trouble sleeping. When my mother died and when I was deciding who to choose for a heir. Both times my mother was the one who haunted me."
She never spoke of Dachi. I seized the opportunity to learn more. "What was she like?"
"My mother had the most beautiful voice; even after she died I swear I could hear her singing to me. When I knew her, she was very depressed. Her heart chose a demon to love and her coldness towards everyone and everything in life drove my father insane. He killed her. Then he left me and my brother to deal with her wrath."

"How can she hurt you if she's dead?" I wondered, but my mother only shrugged. The answers to that question could only be provided by another ghost. I sensed from her expression that my mother had burned all her bridges to those in the underworld. So many regrets clouded her happiness.
NOTE:
Due to a virus on my computer I had lost my legacy family. I've had several issues with the Sims 3 since which have delayed me finishing the legacy (blue lots, etc). Also, due to the bugs in World Adventures I will not be purchasing that game until after this legacy is complete. I recreated the family to the best of my ability and have since uploaded them to the exchange so that I won't have to start from square one with this family again.
And don't worry. The ghosts will be back.