Happy New Year, everyone! Just wanted to post a little something to let you all know that I hadn’t forgotten about the Taylors. My computer up and died on me last September, and I wasn’t able to play anything for four months. It derailed this, as well as my GW2 rp, and kept me from playing Inquisition for over a month after it came out. But! I finally have a new laptop and am reacquainting myself with all my games, getting back into the swing of things, so I thought I’d post up a few teaser pictures of the family’s current generation in-game and the new content, with a promise that I’ll be back to posting chapters and the last of the memoirs soon!
My mother waited until I’d graduated from high school to tell me that she’d selected me to be heiress of our legacy heritage, as well as our accumulated wealth and family home, but being who she was, she didn’t push me to accept it sooner than I felt I was ready. She wanted me to be able to experience my youth, as she had, and live my life to the fullest and exactly as I wanted before having to take up the mantle and responsibility of the family, myself.
I have to say, I was surprised to hear from my sister after all this time, and to find out she’s handing off the legacy? That’s just never been done before by any of the matriarchs of our family, no matter how much they or their children didn’t want the mantle. I’ll, of course, accept it, and ensure it’s carried on from there, but I can’t help but wonder why she didn’t push harder for her own sons to continue the family’s traditions.
I am the last of my line, at least the last of my line that will bear the burden this family’s placed upon us. After all the history our family has been through, I never thought I would say those words, but it’s the situation I’m faced with. My line will go on, but the history of the family will continue without me. However, before I get to that, let me go back a ways so that anyone who reads this may understand the decision I had to make.
Thinking back on my life… I have some regrets, but not many. Considering my youth, I find that fairly impressive. My teenage years were wrought with turmoil and heartbreak—seemingly unending misery—but as they say, it’s always darkest before the dawn, and my dawn came sooner than I’d have expected it to, in the most unexpected of forms.