~Millard's POV~
"H-how?" I stuttered. Fiona had just revealed to us that they had been in contact with wights, and I for one, was worried. Why did the wights kill their fathers? How did they know about them?
"They said they were very little." Fiona explained. "And they didn't ever find them, but you know how well wights can hide."
"What does this mean?" Jacob asked.
"It means that the wights most likely know they are the sons and daughters of ymbrynes." I explained. "They obviously believe that they are dangerous. And if it's dangerous to wights, it's dangerous."
"Jesus." Jacob said, running a hand through his hair.
"Georgina, what is the thing with them?" Emma asked. Georgina looked white in the face as we told her the story. She swallowed and said,
"It's another Tale. One that we don't read to peculiars, due to the dark nature.
"Long ago, there was a man, who from a young age, was very disturbed. He would yell things in his sleep, go into some type of weird trance, and do things that even scared the ymbrynes."
"So, Enoch and Horace's love child." Hugh said. We glared at him.
"Anyways," Georgina said with another glare to Hugh. "This person was scary. The oddest thing about him though, was that he was peculiar, yet no one could figure out his peculiarity. He could enter loops, and fight hollows, yet he did not have a peculiarity. Until one day.
"In an old, lost ymbryne script, there were instructions on how to contact the spirit world of peculiars. The young man tried these rituals, and his peculiarity was revealed. He began to contact the spirit world on a daily basis, and with each contact, he would lose a bit of his soul."
"So, his peculiarity was like a horocrux?" Jacob asked.
"A what?" Georgina asked skeptically.
"You know what, I don't have time to explain Harry Potter, go on." Jacob said.
"Like I said, he was losing his soul. Now, legend believes that he did not lose parts of his soul until the one hundredth or so time, and it was only then it was noticeable.
"This is where the Tale becomes confusing. You see, it is written in an extremely old form of Old Peculiar, so it's hard to translate, and the text itself is not all together.
"Something dangerous happened with the man and caused him to go into insanity, but not before he could reproduce. Legend has it that his descendants all carry the mark an ymbryne imprinted on him when she stopped him, the Bird Mark. The mark they all have." Georgina said, pointing to where Emily, Luke, Charlie, and Natalie were huddled, speaking in low voices, in what sounded like Spanish.
"Why have I never heard this?" I asked Georgina. In reality, I should have been asking Miss Peregrine this question. Miss Peregrine has known me since the day I became fully invisible, and knew how much I loved old and confusing legends. If she knew this, why wouldn't she share it with me?
"It's a confusing legend." Georgina said. "The ymbrynes prefer to not tell their wards, due to many unanswered questions. And the fact that it is just a legend, not a true story."
"Why didn't the ymbrynes freak out once they saw that they were communicators?" Emma asked. "They clearly saw it."
"It's not totally odd to have a spiritual communication power." Georgina explained. "1 out of every 1000 peculiars have it, along with their primary peculiarity. The thing is, normal spirit communicators just talk to the dead. But those with the mark's actual souls drift to some purgatory, and they see the dead."
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How to Survive as an Uneducated Peculiar
FanfictionUneducated Peculiar- a peculiar with no knowledge of loops, ymbryne, hollowgasts, wights, or anything peculiar.