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Everybody thinks that Grandpa Abe is crazy. I know he isn't crazy. Grandpa Abe is just different, one might even say peculiar...
My story starts when I was a little girl. Abe would pull out a box full of images and tell my brother Jacob and I bedtime stories about his childhood growing up in war-torn Europe in the 1940's. The stories were about birds who smoke pipes and watch over children with powers. He told is that he escaped Nazi-ridden Poland and found refuge with them. They were his family. They all had terrible pasts and somehow found a home with the bird who was named Miss Peregrine. He told us about Enoch, a necromancer; Fiona a girl with chlorokinesis; Victor and Bronwyn, siblings with superhuman strength; Claire, a little girl with a mouth on the back of her head; Olive, a pyrokinetic; Hugh, a boy with a living beehive inside of him; Horace, a seer; twins who turn people into stone and Emma, a girl who's lighter than air.
One day at school, Jake did a presentation on the children at Abe's old home and got bullied. He was bullied and made fun of. Children would chase him around the yard calling him fairy boy. Later on that day, dad pulled us aside and told us that the stories were figments of grandpa's imagination. He explained that the monsters running around were nazis and the images were jokes he picked up at a corner store in the middle of nowhere. Jacob was devastated. He made the mistake of not believing the stories. I knew better than my little brother because I was just like the children in those pictures.
I am a peculiar.
Grandpa Abe would always say, "You and Yakob are very special lilia tygrysia. You may not feel it now but you definitely are, no matter what anybody else tells you. You are special and don't forget it."
One night before his usual bedtime stories, he gave me a beautiful golden pocket watch with the letters K.A.P. and a little Kingfisher engraved into its case. He told me that the gift would make sense when I'm older and that I must protect it at all costs.
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September 3rd, 1943 (SLOW UPDATES)
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