[ WP ] When a child is born , the parents gain a special power that will specifically assist them in raising their child . Your spouse just gave birth and you have gained a power no one has seen before .

“ So ” I asked, hoping to god my voice sounded calmer than I felt, “ anyone else seeing this? ” 
 The doctor looked, the nurses looked, even Julie, though clearly exhausted, made an effort to crane her neck up from the hospital bed and peer at what I was staring at. 
 I could tell by their expressions that they hadn ’ t spotted anything unusual. 
 I ’ ve always known that I would get my legacy the first time I held my child. That ’ s the way it works. Scientists say that first skin to skin contact with your new-born triggers some kind of hormonal response in the parent, though they couldn ’ t explain why the mother still only gets her legacy after actually holding her child for the first time. Religious nutters go on about god ’ s miracle or something. 
 Now, I was holding my baby girl for the first time, and looking into what could only be described as a portal to hell. 
 
 …What? 
 
 “ Evan, what is it? What do you see? ” 
 My wife actually sounded excited. I wasn ’ t surprised, a legacy is supposed to be a beautiful thing. Our neighbour could make little illusions that danced, it was the only way they could make their son sleep. Jake, my drinking buddy, had recently learned that he could sense danger, I felt sorry for the poor bastard, a kid requiring a power like that was going to be a handful. But what the hell kind of child was my daughter going to be to require something like this? 
 It looked like some kind of scar in space. A jagged tear about two metres high and maybe a quarter of that across at its widest point. Big enough for an adult to comfortably step through. Red light glowed at its edges, dancing flames and glimpses of unnaturally moving shadows that should not have existed with that much fire could be spied on the other side. 
 It had appeared the moment the doctor put my daughter in my arms, waiting expectantly to see if I would turn blue or start singing in Spanish or something but had started fading almost immediately. 
 “ Erm… maybe we should talk about it at home… ” 
 
 I could make it appear at will. So could Julie. It was rare that two parents had the same legacy but we could both, apparently, rip holes in space leading to some kind of fiery dimension. I was pretty sure that our daughter ( whom we had decided to name ‘ Lucy ’ ) could see the rips too. She didn ’ t seem scared, but on the contrary was quite delighted, gurgling and waving her hands in the air at a sight that would make the average person of faith make a mess in their pants. 
 The first thing I did once I got out of the car and had my hands free was to whip out my laptop and start looking for precedents. You still hear stories of unique powers today, but something like this? This was something out of an episode of ‘ Supernatural ’. I ’ d never heard of anything like this and a few hours of research showed that no one else had either. 
 We experimented. Legacies were supposed to help raise the child, something about this must be beneficial. Something. The world beyond was big. With practice we could move the rips around, viewing what was on the other side. It had rock, lakes of some glowing liquid that was definitely not water, some kind of weird rust coloured trees that dotted the landscape at weirdly spaced intervals and fire, everywhere fire. We occasionally saw things moving around, but we were never fast or brave enough to see what. It was after a good week of practice that we noticed it had structures as well. Something intelligent lived on the other side. 
 When our daughter was eleven days old we made contact. A small crowd of beings, taller than humans, with red skin and curling horns. The fire didn ’ t seem to bother them; they could clearly see us as well. Julie and I didn ’ t have a chance to say anything before they all faced the rip, and as one, went down to one scaly knee. 
 Oh. 
 I think we realised the significance at the same time. Julie was holding Lucy at the time. All of the creatures were facing her, heads bowed. She looked back at them, with eyes that, for the first time, were glowing slightly red. 
 The legacy always helps the child. Always. 
 
 
 
 First ever submission. Not to /r/WritingPrompts, to reddit, I signed up 30 seconds ago, please be kind.
