MPHFPC Imagines and Preferences *REQUESTS OPEN*

Hugh pt. 1

Your peculiarity = Talking to animals. (They don't talk back, but are really great listeners)

Ps: Fiona isn't in this story, and I ship Fugh, don't get me wrong, but for now she is no longer dating Hugh. Oopsie poopsie. Oh and your from Finland. This is gonna be a long one so BUCKLE UP BOIS!

Your POV
Finally, I was in Wales. I had taken a boat all the way from Helgeboda, which took me through Denmark and Norway before I was finally able to get here. Back in Finland, the Lapland War was underway, and my parents sent me here to keep me safe. Luckily, I spoke pretty good English, so communication was no issue. But there was one little problem. I can't read English.

Because I couldn't read any signs around the ship port, I turned to asking people for directions. There was a certain home I've heard of by word of mouth, and I was eager to get there where I could be safe.

Near the edge of the docks, I spotted a scruffy old man who had a long, dirty beard and a shiny bald head. I approached him and tapped his shoulder lightly as to not frighten him.
"Excuse me, herra, can you tell me where Cairnholm Island is?" I asked with my light Finnish accent.
Luckily for me, the man silently pointed out toward the waves at a small island near the horizon, fairly far from the mainland. "Kiitos." I sighed. I guess it could be worse, could be raining.

That's when it started. The pouring rain. Just my luck. Might as well swim out there with the day I'm having. I pulled my shirt up over my head and walked through the rain to the next port over.
"Excuse me, captain, does this boat go to Cairnholm?" I asked the man in a white uniform. He smiled and nodded. "Yep! It leaves in about 20 minutes, so you've come just in time." He said. I rushed to the fairy and stood on the bow of the boat, wishing to watch the island grow bigger as we neared it. And yes, I'm aware I didn't pay, but there wasn't any place I could see to buy tickets. If there's no tickets, then I'm not paying.

Time skiippp

I was extremely bored from sitting in the rain on the cold boat for what felt  like forever. 'It has to have been 20 minutes..." I thought. Immediately, a loud fog horn went off just behind me, and the boat started moving away from the port. I almost fell out of my seat to to the sudden blaring horn and my excitement.
Over time, Cairnholm became more than just a dot in the fog, and was now a big blob in the fog. I could see it's ragged cliffs, and the outline of the island.
I was the only one on the bow of the boat. Probably because of the pouring rain. The other 3 passengers were inside the shelter, but I didn't mind the rain. All I could think about was the magical house that mummo had told me about. She never stayed in the home, but one of her old patients lived there for a while. My mummo worked as a nurse during the War. Of course, the war wasn't over yet, but her involvement was.

Once we arrived at the tiny dock on the island, I didn't even take the time to thank the captain before I darted out onto the rickety port and toward the little town.
Once I got to the town, my run slowed to a walk and my smile faded. It was barely even a village, much less a town. Half of the village appeared to be completely destroyed. By what, I didn't know, but there was destruction everywhere. There were still people living there, but no magic or huge magnificent houses were visible.
I approached a woman shooing a pig back into its pen. "Excuse me, do you know where the children's home is?"
The woman shot me a look of confusion and laughed an ugly, dry laugh. "The old thing got bombed. Poor kids all died." She shrugged.
"Bombed?! When?!"
"September the 3rd, 1940. Remember it like it was yesterday. Seems crazy that it was 3 years ago now, eh?"
"But that's impossible..."
"Go see for yourself if you really don't believe me."
She pointed to the north side of the island. "Over there is its remains. Careful in the bog if you plan on heading over." I thanked her and set off in the direction that she had pointed. After a long walk past an old farm and through nasty bog, where I almost sank, I might add, I found myself standing before an old pile of rubble. "Wow..." I said to myself, with optimal sarcasm. "I knew mummo said this place was beautiful, but this is more than I could ever imagine."