Heirs to Come

by clexachoni

*SEQUEL TO DYNASTY (IT ALL FELL DOWN)* Five years and eight months after Praimfaya, our group from Dynasty-Bellamy, Echo, Octavia, and Roan-are faced with their finale months inside the bunker they've called home for nearly six years, preparations for leaving, and facing the outside world that they used to know. But this time, the stakes are higher: they are now parents.

1. Chapter 1

This is basically just a prologue/summary chapter. It might be a slow start, but hopefully we'll get into it! I was really iffy about doing a sequel to Dynasty, but I love Bellamy/Echo in it and I really want to get to know and explore both Hope and Aurora. So, here it is!

We're standing face to face with our own human race. We commit the sins again and our sons and daughters pay. Our tainted history is playing on repeat, but we could change it if we stand up strong and take the lead. When I was younger I was named a generation unafraid. To the heirs to come: be brave!

It was tainted history, a tainted yet beautiful history. It started when a boy who fell from the sky rescued the girl born of the ice from a cage in a mountain that drained the life out of many. Then again when that same girl blew up that same mountain many months later. Then news of the great Praimfaya—a wave of fire which melted people to the core—spread and they found themselves both on enemy and allied lines. It wasn't until she unraveled her story did the sky boy and the ice girl find themselves feeling something neither could describe.

When the great Praimfaya came they found themselves in a bunker under the earth, escaping the death wave but coming face to face with other trials. The biggest trials of all were the children.

Hope came first, being already in her mother's belly before Praimfaya, being born at the seven month mark in the bunker. She was every bit a five year old child, and every bit of warrior blood like her mother and deceased father and even the father who is raising her. Despite never seeing the sun, the child's skin was tanned, nearly as dark as her fathers was. She had her mother's hair, a deep brown and straight, brushing just past her shoulders. She had her mother's eyes as well, deep green and full of mischief.

Aurora was next, Hope's cousin though they could pass as sisters, they could even pass as twins. Aurora had a complicated birth that almost resulted in her and her mother's life, but fate wouldn't allow them to lose. The girl was born nearly two months early, leaving her four weeks younger than her cousin instead of three months. She was every bit five and despite her father being of the sky and her mother of the ice, she was a warrior through and through. She was the spitting image of her mother—long brown hair, clear and curious golden brown eyes, light skin from the cold and shadows. She did however have a sprinkle of freckles across her little nose, which she got from her father.

Augustus, who Aurora called Auggie, was the next to come. Aurora's little brother. Their parents were hesitant when the learned for their second child, but the toddler who ran down the halls singing that she had a brother calmed their fears. Auggie was nearly three now, and while Aurora was the spitting image of her mother Auggie was the spitting image of his father. With his skin a few shades darker than his mother and sister, mess of dark curls on his little head, his dark brown eyes and face full of freckles everyone said he was a little Bellamy.

The last child to come was Ryder, Hope's little brother. The two year old was calm, collected. Despite his parents both being warriors, he strayed away and would rather sit and build anything his tiny hands could build than wrestle with the other three. His short but growing straight black hair and bright blue eyes stood out from each other.

So it was these four children, the children of Octavia and Roan and the children of Bellamy and Echo, who changed everything, and would one day change the world, for better or worse.