The Matrix: Legacy
Prologue
Sister
Carrie Davidson was only fifteen when she vanished without a trace. Her mother was hysterical, her father convinced that she'd been murdered. A week after her disappearance, "government" agents paid the girl's parents a visit. Neither of the Davidsons knew that these agents were actually Agents of the Matrix, making sure that the young hacker Trinity hadn't been in contact with her family.
Routine measures were taken to ensure that the parental figures wouldn't be released, including the bugging of both Mr. and Mrs. Davidson. When the woman gave birth eight months later, the child underwent a quick check to ensure that the bug had not adversely affected its development – or rather, created an anomaly in the child.
It hadn't, and the system promptly forgot about the child and indeed, the Davidson family, as Trinity never showed any inclination to free her parents' minds. However, "Carrie's" disappearance had an adverse affect on Mrs. Davidson, who would have named her second daughter Carrie had Mr. Davidson not put his foot down and named her Morgain.
It was Morgain's misfortune to look exactly like Carrie had, and Mrs. Davidson tried her hardest to turn Morgain into her vanished sister by dressing her in the same outfits Carrie had worn, forcing her to keep her black hair long, and entering her in ballet and gymnastics.
Unfortunately, even Mrs. Davidson could do nothing about the fact that her second child had been born mute. The bug had affected the embryonic Morgain in two, unseen ways: in exchange for a slight alteration in the programming of her eyes, she had no voice. The system had not caught the minor anomaly in her eyes – to Morgain, those humans still connected to Matrix bore a sort of green aura, the unplugged humans had a blue one, and programs had a gold one. Of course, Morgain had no idea of what these different colours meant, so the anomaly remained with her.
As Morgain grew older, her visual similarity to her sister only grew stronger, as did her desire to escape Carrie's shadow. Mr. Davidson aided her in that regard, helping her drop the ballet class for jazz dancing. Morgain genuinely loved dancing, and got into every sort of dancing class she could.
When she was thirteen, she became friends with three older teens who went by Gunner, Horizon, and Davis. She took on an alias at their urging, deciding to call herself "Avalon". Her mother didn't like her hanging out with the trio, who ignored Mrs. Davidson's admonitions that they never see her again and took Morgain to various places in their part of the Megacity. Not all of these places were 'legal' establishments; Avalon learned quickly that Gunner worked as a mob enforcer and that both Horizon and Davis were hackers.
When she was fifteen years old, Davis disappeared. Horizon pulled a vanishing act a day later, when government Agents came around to ask them about their friend. Gunner refused to say anything, and Morgain's father threatened to call a lawyer when the girl came home in tears because she didn't know anything about why her friend had vanished.
Some months later, the three got an e-mail from him, telling them that, though he couldn't say where he was, he was happy. Horizon reappeared, this time taking pains to have a legit job so she wouldn't come under further suspicion. Gunner didn't bother; he wasn't a hacker anyway.
Morgain once heard him make reference to a 'Trinity'. When she asked, he refused to say more. He'd spare her the knowledge that Trinity was, in fact, her missing elder sister, and rumour had it that she was dead.
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Attention all Legacy fans: This fic has been taken down for a major edit-and-revamp. I do not know when it will be completely up; however, I will be posting each edited chapter as soon as it is finished. Most of these edits will be minor in nature; however, there will also be major changes in light of new information regarding the Matrix trilogy.
Just work with me, people, and I will hopefully have the entire fic back up by Christmas – in time for its one-year-anniversary! w00t!
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