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Heavenly Flowers: A South Pacific Dynasty (The Kealoha Legacy) || Updated 5/30
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Hello MTSers. Please call me Fay. I'm a self-styled writer, and I'm taking a break from writing novels (or at least attempting to) to try my hand at something I've never done before: a Sims story. I'm terribly sorry if it's a faux pas for this to be my first post on this forum, but I've been reading MTS off-and-on since TS2 came out (I've long since lost my old accounts, obviously). I've just never had much motive to post.

This is mostly a legacy -- the idea comes from Pinstar's original challenge, of course, but in the interest of the narrative I'm bending the rules just a bit. At the moment, it's very narrative-driven. Still, I'll try to stick as close to the spirit of the original challenge as possible.

This story takes place in the absolutely magnificent Niua Simoa as created by kiwi_tea. This is the basegame version as the only EP I have at the moment is Generations (just recently started playing TS3). I'm from Hawaii, so I was immediately attracted to this world, and when I read the world's backstory I was instantly struck with inspiration for a legacy.

Also, apologies for the dearth of pictures for one part of the prologue, but there wasn't really a convenient way to render that scene. Later chapters (I have written three so far) have adequate pictorial accompaniment. I'm far from being a Sims whiz, but I hope my writing can keep you entertained nonetheless!

Heavenly Flowers: A South Pacific Dynasty
The Kealoha Legacy
by faylan7

Leilani Kealoha leaned against the rail of the ferry, fighting against the fatigue of her twelve hour flight from Los Aneigos. She took the slip of paper from her pocket for what seemed like the hundredth time, and read the hastily-scrawled address and phone number written in her father's hand.

Less than forty-eight hours ago, Leilani's life had crashed down around her with frightening speed. This time on Sunday, she had been listening to music in the living room of her comfy Los Aneigos home. Twenty-five, unemployed, and still living at home -- but living a carefree and relatively happy life.

She heard the garage door open and turned down the volume. Dad's home awfully early, she thought, hearing his car pull in.

A man in a white sport jacket burst into the room seconds later, frantically slamming and locking the door behind him. Leilani jumped with surprise, and then screamed when she noticed the glint of a handgun in her father's right hand.

"Dad! What the hell?" she shouted.

"Oh God, Lei," said her father, pacing the room, "I really f****d up this time."

Leilani's father, Johnny Kealoha, was fairly notorious for being a smooth-talking black market lender around LA -- in a word, you could have called him a loan shark. It was a line of work that got him into trouble sometimes, but Leilani had never seem him as distraught as he was now.

"Dad, calm down. Why do you have a gun?"

She had certainly never seen him waving a handgun around the house, though she had always had suspicions about what was in the safe he secretly kept under his bed.

Johnny turned and surveyed the back yard suspiciously, scanning the surroundings with extreme paranoia flashing through his eyes.

"Listen, Leilani, I really goofed this time. You're going to have to leave for a little while."

"To Aunt Jackie's?" she asked. It wouldn't be the first time that Johnny had sent her to her aunt's while he dealt with 'business matters' at the house.

"No, I mean you're going to have to leave the country."

"Leave the country? What in the hell did you --"

"That's not important right now," Johnny said, pulling something out of his jacket and stuffing it in Leilani's hand.

It was a plane ticket, to Niua Simoa in the South Pacific.

"Simoa? I can't even find that on a map!"

"Stay at your aunt's tonight and then head to the airport first thing tomorrow. There's a phone number inside there, call it when you get on the ground in Simoa."

"Dad, I don't want to --"

"This isn't a question of whether you want to! Here are the keys to the car; take it."

"Dad --"

"I'll be right behind you, okay?"

Leilani nodded, but she could always tell when her father was lying. This was one of those times.

Choking back the fear, she fumbled with the keys and got into her Dad's car, then opened up the plane ticket.

One way to Niua Simoa. In addition to her Dad's note, there was also scrawled an address, and three hundred dollars.

Simoa was her family's ancestral land. Leilani was a quarter Simoan, as well as part Hawaiian, but her family hadn't lived in Simoa in over half a century. She didn't know a lot about the country, other than that most of it lived in poverty. She had to stifle the urge to vomit as she turned the key in the ignition.

* * * *

Now, over a glassy blue sea rose a green and brown smudge on the horizon -- the Kingdom of Niua Simoa.

"You look down," said a male voice with a distinct Simoan bite. She looked up to see a smartly-dressed young Simoan man flashing a big smile at her.

Leilani was in no mood to return his smile.

"I've had a hell of a couple days."

The young man laughed. He couldn't be much older than eighteen.

"Yes, well, here in Simoa we are used to that. I guess you are not a tourist? Not that we get many."

"No, I wish this was a vacation."

The young man laughed again, and this time extended a formidable hand.

"My name is Filepi."

Leilani gave it a languid shake.

"Leilani Kealoha."

When she spoke her name, Filepi's eyes widened.

"Kealoha? You wouldn't happen to be one of the Simoan Kealohas, would you?"

"Well, my great-grandpa was from here," she answered, skeptical about Filepi's sudden enthusiasm.

"Your family have a long history here, Leilani. Or at least, they did. I am not sure what motivated your great-grandfather to leave, as the history books are unclear, but he was once one of the richest men in Simoa."

Leilani's ears perked up now. Could she have a wealthy relative waiting to take her in?

"Of course now there are no Kealohas left living in the Kingdom -- your family completely abandoned its heritage. Though the Kealoha Estate still remains on Waka Island. I imagine, as a blood descendent of the Kealohas, you will have a strong claim of ownership."

Leilani consulted the paper again. The address, indeed, was for a place on Waka Island. She smiled inwardly. An estate, huh? Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

The ferry was just now beginning to pull into port outside of Tapuwhai Town.

"This is where we part, Leilani," said Filepi. "Take care."

The enigmatic young man left with a wink and a wave. Though he was just a teenager by Leilani's estimation, he carried himself like a man twenty years his senior.

Sparkling dreams of a sprawling plantation estate filling her head, Leilani stepped off the ferry and made landfall as the first Kealoha on Niua Simoa in over sixty years.

* * * *

"This is the estate!?"

Leilani stared in abject horror at her so-called inheritance, triple- and quadruple-checking the address she now crumpled furiously in her hands.

It wasn't so much an estate. Nor would you really call it a house.

"It's a trailer!"

Leilani held her head in her hands. Though the man she had met with at City Hall had confirmed to her the location and spacious dimensions of the Kealoha Estate, he neglected to mention that the only thing standing there was a trailer straight out of a redneck pictorial.

Once again suppressing the urge to vomit, Leilani turned the key she had received earlier in the door and pushed it open.

The inside was even worse than the outside. The walls were painted a horrific shade of green, the light fixtures were uncovered, and the only furniture to be seen were a couple of haphazardly-placed plastic chairs.

Leilani suddenly felt as if she wanted to faint. She stumbled over to one of the chairs and collapsed against it, suddenly feeling the weight of the last two days pouring down on her shoulders all at once.

"Is this really where I'm going to spend the rest of my life?" she said aloud, before falling into a shallow and uncomfortable sleep.

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