Prologue:

"Hey, Riley" Hesh patted the golden-black fur of his K9, who responded with a sleepy groan. "Let's take a walk." He commanded. Riley led out a bark as a response and took the lead.

The dog slung itself through the crack in the door, unable to wait until Hesh opened it. The smell of gasoline filled his nose, as he passed the adorned gas station. Riley apparently felt the same about the smell and sped up in pace, following a trail. A few sniffs around a car wreckage and the guard dog decided to make his mark on it. This was his place; this was what he protected.

Hesh wanted for himself to feel the same, but without his brother he often felt like all worth protecting was long gone. Even thought Logan might be still somewhere out there; he was too far away to be reached. There was never a time, when the two of them were set apart this far. In everything he did, he felt like a part of him missing.

So many thinks have changed in the past few months; his dad died and Logan was MIA (missed in action), at least that's what the officials call it. While they were following death ends, Hesh knew exactly who was responsible; Rorke, the man that called himself 'The Ghost Killer'. A grit his teeth over that name, because unfortunately it was more than true. First Ajax than his father; he won't stop until he has all Ghosts pilled up; dead. That's what Rorke wanted Logan to do for him; Logan would pile the bodies and Rorke would lid them on fire. The though of his brother turning against him made Hesh replay the scene on the beach over and over again in front of his inner eye. He often thinks about what he may could have done differently. Logan was so close, when he stretched his arm to reach for Hesh. Just a few inches parted them. Logan's wide-eyed stare was locked on his older brother, who could only watch Logan get taken away in horror. The desperate screams of his brother still haunted him…

"Where do you think you're going?" He saw Keegan walking up behind him. Hesh turned around to meet the serious expression on the older Ghost's face. Hesh put his hands in his pockets to seem casual, not to let Keegan notice that he wanted to take a little trip.

"Nowhere!" Hesh defended himself, as Keegan eyed him from had to toe. The walker boy knew he couldn't out smart him; no one could.

"I never knew you carry your rifle around for fun." Keegan grabbed the Honey Badger slung around Hesh's shoulder. Hesh backed up immediately.

"Something wrong with that." Hesh readjusted the rifle. "It's case of an attack." Hesh ended the conversation by turning on his heel and leaving Keegan to his own. Riley followed his owner like a shadow.

"Where you're going you'll need it." Keegan yelled, perfectly aware where Hesh was headed. Merrick would probably behead them both; Hesh for 'taking a trip' and Keegan for letting Hesh take that 'trip', but Keegan felt like this was Hesh's way of dealing with things. Hesh needed to recollect his thoughts; to be able to move forward.

Hesh had found a secret passage that would take him where he needed to go. A small whole in the wall made it possible for him to enter the place of his childhood or better where it ended.

Riley scratched on the wooden barn that covered the 'entrance'. Hesh released the barrier and Riley and himself could fit through. The whole was just big enough for Hesh to crawl through- Riley didn't have it easier ether; the dog had to go all the way down to it's belly to snake through.

It was just a few inches that separated him each day from the forest he was in now. Giant oaks spread their branches to the sun, while the wind softly brushed over their leafs. The wind wasn't strong, but the leaves let go of the branches and danced down to the ground. Soon they would become a part of the earth again. In the end they would give the trees the energy to grow new leaves next year.

Hesh didn't have much time to pay attention to the stunning picture nature had drawn around him, since he was more focused on the deadly traps this place had to offer. Riley walked forward, his nose always just high enough to not drag across the ground. The dog knew exactly, where they were going. The dog knew the way his owner smelled when they would go there.

Hesh's grip on his rifle tightened rapidly, when he saw the silhouette of the building in the twilight. The closer they came the more Hesh thought it would be a better idea to go back home. He felt that way every time when they came out here.

The two moved closer to the building from the back yard; Riley being Riley jumped into the destroyed pool, which some birds had used for bath, but Riley was just too slow to catch them.

"Looks like you getting fat, boy" Hesh told Riley, who dried his fur, by shaking it violently. With an intrepid jump, after a short sprint Riley made it out of the pool. To Hesh's surprise, who really thought he needed to pull his dog out again. The K9 trotted up front again, his head held high, like he was offended about Hesh's comment of him being fat. Hesh just shook his head.

There he stood; in front of his past or what he thought was left of it. Hesh remembered how he came here the last time with Logan. It was a different time; a time when he believed to have just small fragments of his hope left, even though the federation was gaining more and more strength. This is a war and Hesh was sure he was on the losing side, until they managed to hijack LOKI and turn the tables for their benefit. But for what cost?

"Sad, isn't it?" A voice approached him from behind. Hesh spun around, his honey badger levelled to the hooded head of the person. Riley's warning barks didn't scare the shadow away.

"A nice dog should know were its place is." Riley charged for an attack. The person's arms moved into Riley's direction and brought the heavy dog down to the ground of reality. One hand on his collar, the other on his fore head, made Riley stay still. It looked like the dog was brought to sleep, even though his eyes were half-open. Dullness filled the brown orbs, as if Riley's soul was gone.

"What did you do to him!?" Hesh wanted to know, rushing to Riley's side. He did pay much attention to the stranger's actions. The Ghost shook his dog, trying to wake him up. It didn't help one bit. Riley remained frozen. Limp like a ragdoll.

"'He is going to be alright. " The person reassured in a calm manner. Hesh's glance drifted from his dog to the person, who passed him by. Hesh noticed, how the stranger's head titled upwards. He followed the example, but still held his guard up, in case the superstitious person would try to ambush him.

"It's been quite while since I came here." The person began, moving closer to the building. " You were only about this high." The person motioned the high, to emphasise the point. Hesh concluded he must have been very young at the time. Who the hell was this person? Was it a spy of the federation, who had spied on his family?

"Who are you! Did Rorke send you!" Hesh grabbed the stranger from behind, his elbow locked around the person's head. The knife in his hand was dangerously close to the stranger's throat. Now Hesh noticed how small the person was. As his skin rubbed across the shadow's, he became he got confirmed what he had predicted. It was a 'she'.

"Spit it!" Hesh grip tightened.

"Right now, you're not better than Rorke." The person raised her hands, her voice calm. To Hesh she seemed to be too self-confident in her situation. The motion she made with her raised hand let all alarm bells ring in Hesh's head. Hesh forced her to turn around with him, only hear the sound of clacking guns. Hesh found himself stare back at about a dozen of rfile barrels; all ready to shoot him. The burning blood in his veins, shot from his fingertips into the top of his head. His chest tightened.

None spoke, but Hesh knew he needed to stay still. Eyes, which where ready to kill him within an instant stared out of the shadows. The moonlight even let it look like they were just glowing in a dangerous white. They were the predators and he was the pray.

As the light condition changed, it hit him like someone had thrown a stone right at his face. His mouth gapped open, unable to speak, he mistakably loosened his grip. His hostage ripped herself out of his grasp;

"Killing your mates." She stood in front of him; her face painted black and white. Hesh glance drifted over the several different faces only to realize that they reminded him a lot of Ghosts. This was impossible; there were no others, that's at least was what Hesh believed. The knife slid out of his hand, but their eyes keep locked to his.

"You're–"

"Ghosts." The female, which Hesh thought to be the leader of the group, ended his sentence. She twisted her ankle around, what ordered the others to lower their weapons.

"Hesh you have grown up quite a lot." The corners of her mouth moved upwards, her voice light even joyful. To Hesh it seemed like she was thinking about something particular regarding him.

"We can wallow in memories later." She focused on her stopwatch, waving Hesh to follow along. " Let's hello to Keegan and Merrick." Hesh caught up to her, his eyebrow raised. He didn't know what to make of this. If they are really Ghosts, than why did his father never talk about them?

"How do I know I can trust you?" Hesh asked cautiously, watching how one of the 'Ghosts' carries Riley on his shoulder. The leader shifted her look to Riley. She told the guy to put the dog down. She kneeled down beside the animal and Hesh watched from a save distance.

"You just have to." As she was finished speaking she had released Riley from his sleep, by grabbing him behind his ears and putting two fingers between the dog's eyes. Riley got up a little bit puzzled, but as he saw Hesh he begin to shake his tail. Hesh patted his partner on the head.

"How did you do that." Hesh wanted to know, as trotted after her.

"It would be to complicated to explain to you." She began. Did she really think he was too dumb to understand? That's at least, what her statement told Hesh. The yells of a familiar person interrupted their conversation;

"Let go of me you prick!" Merrick didn't seem to enjoy his trip. How could he in chains? He was about to hit one of his captors, when the leader interrupted his attempt.

"I'm sorry we had to use such methods." She looked at Merrick's chained hands. Keegan on the other hand seemed to be a free man, he must have been cooperative. "I think you don't need them anymore." She waved them to release Merrick, who rubbed his ankles.

"So you came back." Keegan smirked at the hooded person.

"I promised we would come if you ever needed help."

"I think we don't need your help." Merrick demanded. His gaze spoke more than his words could. The sense of betrayal was visible in his cold hazel eyes.

"Well, you do." She came dangerously close to Merrick. None except Keegan understood why there was such a tension between them the two, but everyone felt it.

"If I remember right it was your sloppy commanding that made it possible for Rorke to kidnap Logan!"

Keegan waited for Hesh's reaction, it might not be the best topic to fight over in his presence. A thrown came across Hesh features;

"It was not Merrick's fault." He pushed himself between the two leaders, what silenced them both for a moment. "You don't have the right to blame him and if you want to blame someone it should be me!" Hesh pointed at himself. The hooded person threw a brief glance at Merrick, than turned back to Hesh.

"I'm sorry." She let down her hood and revealed herself as a middle ages woman in about as old as Merrick and Keegan. Guild crossed her painted face, as she avoided looking in anyone's face.

"Why are you here anyway." Merrick crossed his arms in a sceptical manner.

"Logan." She simply said, looking at Hesh.

"What?!" Merrick, Keegan and Hesh hissed. Hesh mind turned into a time bomb. He had so many questions; Where was his brother. Is he alive?

"Do you know where he might be?" Hesh asked. The female scanned across Hesh face, to see that he would do everything to get his brother back. How could he not? Logan was the last thing that was left of his family. She lowered her head and Hesh's face grew into a picture of disappointment.

"I'm afraid we don't 'now where Logan is, but-" She got cut of by Merrick.

"Than we don't need you." He turned on his heel, walking passed the others. Keegan grabbed his shoulder, forcing Merrick to stop in his tracks. The stern expression across Keegan's features made it evident that Merrick shouldn't try to mess with him right now.

"Actually we need your help too." The leader explained in a worried tone, her grey eyes appeared exhausted and worn out. The Ghosts attention was all hers. Behind her stud her soldiers like a wall of people backing her up. All of them were dressed in dark coloured cloaks.

"We have reports that the federation is planning to strike against our home too."

"That's your problem!" Merrick remarked, pointing a finger at her, which she responded with a twitch of her eyebrows. She wanted to say something but swallowed it back up down her throat. Her eyes narrowed as she studied Merrick's face for any evidence of weakness, but he endured. After a time of silence her head lowered, her eyes mirroring the regret she must have felt.

"Than you're already lost." She simply said. A blow of wind went pass her, letting her fire-red hair float. A big shadow, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of two rotors appeared above her. It was an Osprey; probably their ticket home. It landed it a thud on the ground, swirling dust and leaves all around the place. The trees shook violently by the brut force of the wind. The cargo area opened and the soldiers went inside silently.

"I dreamed of a day when we would be together again as one, but the darkness in our hearts doesn't allow us to make that step." The osprey leaped into the air, Hesh noticed how the leader had still locked her glance it him. A tear rolled down her cheek, as if she knew something they didn't…

There it is; all for you guys, the prologue of my new fic "Legacy"

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