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Twist of times - Chapter 9

Dear Reader,

My story is getting a little trickier and i hope you are enjoying it soo far.... this is now the P.O.V of Draco and he is Sam great grandfather.

Once again you need to keep a track of dates. I am a first time writer with a lot of ideas and i hope you forgive me for little mistakes in the story.

Heres the journal enjoy ......!! <3

Chapter 9

The journal of Draco Mc Ville 1895 – 1991

Twist of times

I was born on a warm, sunny day in June. We were migrating from the west with five other families to settle down. My birth took place in a wagon in which we were travelling. My mother’s name was Kate Mc Ville and my father’s name was Ackel Mc Ville Jr. When I was born, everyone rejoiced. My father was a kind and gentle man and he would do anything for me, but like all fathers he was stern when required.

The group of migrants consisted of five families. The Mc. Ville’s: the Smith’s: the Grant’s: the Stuart’s and the Johnson’s.  A legend has it that these families were really close and was finding it hard to adjust in the rapidly changing world of revolution.

Our tribe was led by the legendary Johnson’s who had 4 daughters, all beautiful and young. All the families were just 2 generations’ the parents and the children. We settled in the mountains. Since it was the summer we were able to make arrangements for the winters. Our fathers worked day and night and had put their blood and sweat in to making this town.  My childhood was beautiful. I grew up in a small family. Years went by and I turned 6.

One dark night as my mother was putting me in to bed and singing me a lullaby. I remember being scared because of the rain and thunder outside. There was a harsh knock on the door. Both my parents ran over and Mr. Johnson ran in to the house looking scared and deeply worried.

“I think she’s having the baby… but she doesn’t look good…” he jabbered while my mother handed him a glass of water.

Little did I know that that night would change my life?

Mrs. Johnson gave birth to their 5th daughter, Gabriella. The birth of their 5th daughter left Mrs. Johnson weak and a few months later she passed away.

I remember walking in to the kitchen to see the baby girl every one talked about. I was carving the attention. Being the youngest among the children in Millville, I always had the entire town’s attention.

I walked over to the cradle and looked in; there she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had beautiful pink skin with light blond hair. Her eyes were closed. I grabbed her hand and promised myself never to let go.

We both grew up being home schooled together. We became really close with time and with time we fell in love. I grew up to become a wise gentle man ready to take over the council and replace my father and Gabriella a young and ambitious lady.

The town was now named Millville after my forefathers. This honor was given to my family by the other four founders of the town.

Everyone married among the children and the town that started with five families was now consisting of twenty young families. There was another town 100 miles to the west of Millville. We bought all our good to trade from there. Life was going on great.

One night a group of migrants came wandering through the rain for some shelter. We offered them lodging and food. They were a group of four young men heading towards the big city. The men were invited to stay a little longer as the weather was completely unpredictable. All these men were tall and pale.