Chapter 5

321 9 0
                                        

Callie's POV

Everything was still black, when I was able to hear things again. I was guessing it was a very weird dream because the voice wasn't Bronwyn's or Emma's. It was raspy like their's had been when I found them and masculine.

"It's ruined, my clothes my life it's all ruined. I'm cold, I'm hungry and I don't know where anyone is."

Then the voice switched to a pair of more feminine one's almost like Emma and Bronwyn's but still not the same. The softer voice was daintier, and the older voice was gentler, and most sure.

"Are we ever going to be safe?"

"Of course we will Claire. I'll make sure of it."

The voices switched again. This time I think it was a group of three. Two boys and a girl.

"If we're going to survive, let alone find everyone then you lovebirds need to get out of your heads, stop flirting, and focus!"

"Oh lay off it Enoch! You're only like this because you're worried about Abby!"

"So what if-"

"Guys... Guys... GUYS!"

Just as the girl's voice uttered a panicked yell the voices changed again. This voice was the oldest by far.

" I do hope they're okay. If the littler ones are on their own they'll never make it. I must find them."

The next voice implied they're were more people there but they never spoke.

"So you two really never talk? I guess that means I shouldn't ask you what you think we should do then."

Then I heard another masculine voice.

"We were all in two life boats, at least the people in mine can't be far... right?"

Another voice I didn't recognize rang out. This one was feminine and sounded closer to Emma's age.

I need to find shelter. If I can just find that I can find the others.

The next two voices were the only ones I recognized.

"I hope she understands and doesn't turn on us." 

That's ones Bronwyn.

"We'll need to leave. We could probably steal some food and a blanket and take off before she even wakes up."

"No, Bronwyn stop!"

That one must be Emma.

Then the dream ended, as I woke up. I was on the couch, and the upper half of my body was wet. Bronwyn was in front of me holding a wet glass, looking guilty. And Emma was behind her looking a little panicked.

In my peripheral vision I could see that the sky was completely dark now.

"What... happened?" I asked cautiously. Almost afraid the answer would be what I thought it was.

"Well..." Bronwyn began, "We told you about our peculiarities. I even demonstrated mine. Then, well then you fainted and I caught you."

As Bronwyn finished her explanation my fears were confirmed, and I sighed deeply.

"Okay... So... What exactly is a peculiarity?"

Emma and Bronwyn looked at each other. They clearly weren't expecting that.

"Well, it's sort of like a super power I suppose. It's something people like us, Peculiars, are born with, something we can't control."

"Like floating, and super strength." I stated more than asked.

"Yes, but there is a wide variety of them beyond those two."

"And the rest of your children's home their peculiar too?"

"Yes. That's why we live in a children's home. We're often oppressed because of how we're different. In or to stay safe Ymbrynes, such as our head mistress make and run loops." Emma continued her explanation.

"Alright... What's an Ymbryne then? And a loop?" I inquired.

"An Ymbryne is a female who can both turn into a bird and manipulate time. If they use their time manipulation abilities to replay a day over and over again it creates a loop. A preserved day in time where us peculiars can be safe."

After that I stayed silent. Thinking things over. All of this was crazy. Absolute bonkers. But Emma didn't seem creative enough to make all of that up, and I literally say Bronwyn lift a table earlier. I had no reason not to believe them, especially when I think the voices I heard in my dream was the other people from their loop.

"So... Are you going to kick us out?" Bronwyn asked quietly, breaking the silence.

I sighed deeply once again.

"No. It's a lot to wrap my head around. But it's no reason to kick you out." I told them.

"Oh thank you!" Bronwyn exclaimed and hugged me. I smiled and hugged her back.

Parapsychology (MPHFPC)Where stories live. Discover now