Safe and Sound Secrets Untold: Enolive A Fanfiction Story Sequel

Chapter Two: The Ymbryne Council

I just want to thank you all for the support I have received since my return to Wattpad it really means a lot to me. And in honor of that, I am giving you a completely new chapter as I deleted the old one and couldn't rewrite it but if I'm being honest I like this chapter better than the old chapter two. Also if you haven't seen my latest announcement, I said I have been reading the MPHFPC books and that I might incorporate the books into my own. Anyways, I have kept you waiting so here's chapter two!

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The people in the halls were very eager to get somewhere. Perhaps they were in a rush? Where they seemed to be going didn't seem to be a concern to the hooded figure making their way through the frantic crowd. They stopped at a huge metal door and a voice rang out. "We've been expecting you," the voice said and a click was heard and the hooded figure made its way inside the room. "Good, now we can begin," a woman at a table said, the moment the hooded figure came into the room. They made their way to an empty seat and sat down, pulling their hood off of their head and looked at the other women surrounding the table. "For someone who requested this Ymbryne meeting, you didn't hesitate to be the last one to arrive, Alma," The woman said.

Miss Peregrine looked at the other Ymbrynes sitting at the table before looking at Miss Wren. "What's with the mysterious cloak?" Miss Cuckoo asked. "As you know, my loop was destroyed ten years ago, forcing my wards and I to live in the present, slowly aging as the days go by. However, living in the present has left my wards and their kids in danger to outside threats. The cloak was to make sure no one recognized me and followed me here," Miss Peregrine replied. "Outside? You mean there are wights in the present?" Miss Finch asked. "I haven't seen a wight in ten years. Not ever since the downfall of Mr. Barron and his crew," Miss Peregrine replied. "Wasn't Jason Blackwater a wight?" Miss Cuckoo asked.

"Yes, I'm well aware of Mr. Blackwater and the outcome he left on one of my wards six years ago," Miss Peregrine replied. "There's no point in dwelling on the past, why have you called us to a meeting?" Miss Wren asked. "Just yesterday, one of the peculiars under my care was taken, we got her back and although she's safe and sound with her parents, I'm afraid there's more of them out there," Miss Peregrine replied. "I must admit, my wards have been acting quite suspicious for days now," Miss Finch said. "The Ymbryne Council is meant to discuss matters that might seem life-threatening to peculiardom," Miss Cuckoo responded. "My apologies Miss Cuckoo, but Adeline O' Connor was murdered last night by a peculiar that goes by the name of John Wardley, now we were able to revive her but more peculiars that might be working with Mr. Wardley is still out there somewhere. They're peculiar which means they can travel in and out of loops however they please," Miss Peregrine said.

"Did you say, O' Connor? As in Enoch O' Connor?" Miss Wren asked. "Enoch O' Connor is her father, yes," Miss Peregrine replied. "What does the necromancer have anything to do with what's been going on in the outside world?" Miss Finch asked. "He took down Mr. Blackwater six years ago, and if my years as a Ymbryne have taught me anything it's that Mr. O' Connor is not to be trifled with, especially when it comes to his wife and kids," Miss Peregrine replied. "Now, I don't want to continue to hold you any longer than I have to, but I must borrow the library as I have a young peculiar whose peculiarity decided to reveal itself a little too early," Miss Peregrine added, standing up.

"Be on the lookout, and don't let your wards leave your sight once you return," Miss Peregrine said before lifting her hood back on her head and leaving the room. She walked down the hallway once more, tracking down the library. She could sense a presence that shouldn't even be there and she stopped in her tracks. "Mr. Nullings, we have discussed this many times before, eavesdropping on conversations are rude," Miss Peregrine said. "I wasn't eavesdropping," Millard told her. "How many are there?" Miss Peregrine asked. "What?" Millard responded. "How many people came with you?" Miss Peregrine asked.