Elsa Shelby

A Paris Birmingham girl

1920

Train travel... It's been a while since I travel with a train. Although I used the train only when I went to Paris and that was only one time. Now I picked the train again. But this time not to my future, to my past.

Even I like to say that i'm a Paris girl, I have that Birmingham style. That was because I grew up with 4 brothers. Pluss my only friend was Michael. I know it's kinda strange to be a girl in such a guy enviroment. Some people thinks it's a shame, a girl plays football and fighting. Hehe. I was different than the others. You know there are two kinds of girls. "average" girls that waiting for get marry and "bitch" girls that nothing cares about gossips. Well I wasn't even that two. I was rude to people that hurts, bulling or thinks I was weird but I could be soft to. I'm that "proud" girl. Strong to fight, smart to put you down, sweet to make your day. I guess I gave spoilers enough hehe.

The sun was shining high enough, maked a pure gold view to the montains. I looked to the mountain at the window. Always been wondered if there was a witch alive. Arthur told me that joke to scare me but I had always believed in it. Still he doesn't know that I secretly asked to other people which they passed with a horse carriage to bring me there. it's was crazy adventure. Not to blame on me. You have to learn that you can't say everything to a 10 years old child. But that was Arthur. He was the craziest of us. Half of whole Birmingham prefers to run away from him. Maybe he over did it a little bit. Hey he is my brother I can't say anything bad over him.

"Attention to the passingers for Birmingham, in twenty minutes we arrive!"

I heard saying and woke up from my thoughts. To be honest was a little nervous how the others gonna react with my come back. I didn't wrote a letter to anyone about it. Kinda secretly come back. How they doing? What did they while I wasn't here? And so many questions I'll attend at Birmingham with. I was also qurious to. Nobody wrote me letters in ages which that gaves me so many more questions to think about it. Could they forget me?... That they have a sister in Paris?... Existing still?...

I swinged my head. These questions were to hard for me. Maked a try to focus again on the mountain.

"There was a time I'ld like to live on the mountains." Said the woman, joined me the seat in front of me. If I was in my hapinnes I could say "Oh did you know there lives a witch? like I joked everyone with it but i wouldn't risking it. The woman looked from "high quality." Short wavy brown hair reached to her shoulders, big brown eyes (she could literaly hipnotize you easly) and classic travel outfit: a white hat with a red fether, red long jacket and white bag.

As a perfect tailor I'ld say "you look dramaticily good honey." and that gives her a +1 for me. What? Im a tailor. Finding people with taste was hard to find (and my job.)

When I finished with my analizing I said finaly something. "Yes people always said that the most interesting storys comes from the mountains." "yeah mostly witches" heard Arthurs voice spinning in my head. I rolled my eyes over for a second. I said Im doubt of everyone. Now I'm in doubt with myself. Why was Arthur in my head? God please take Arthur away from my head, Amin.

The woman took a long breathe. So long that I thought she out of breathe. Like she looked a bit nervous to. Without moving her eyes from the mountain she tells. "They told me that every mountain has his own protector horse. And they never leave the mountain until they die." An eye tear rolled over her cheek. I understood she was talking about someone and NOT about the mountains and I felt a bit sad for her.

"Did you ever saw one of these horses?" I asked, hope that she didn't saw my quriousity.

"Yes." She turned her eyes to me. "I saw one, but I lost." A simple answer with many feelings. "Oh don't be sad, I'm sure you'll find him back." I tried to make her feel better. I catched a little smile on her face. "I'm sure I'll find him, it's all about to win him back." Somehow I respected this woman. Fighting for her true love. It's what love should be.

"I'm going to Birmingham for him. That's my story." She fingered with her bag, looked very relaxed now when she told her story. And found a new secret for me. I don't know but every human that I even see just for 2 minutes tells their storys or issues to me. Played a psychologist for the humans. And it was for free. They should be lucky with it. I could deal with humans problems very well but couldn't help myself. How strange. And the most strange thing is that nobody helped me.

"La vie est injuste chérie." Said ma'm Jemoure, my tailor teacher. A very true qoute that printed in my brain. Ma'm Jemoure was maybe the only one that cares about me. I missed her because she was a true advice to me instead of my elder sister Ada. We never had a pretty conversation together. Just leaf a "pretty" conversation, we couldn't even ask a simple question to each other. And I still don't know why we are like that. When I went to paris she didn't hug or say a simple goodbye. And since then my decision was to never talk about her. But it shaped a mystery I've and will never solve out. My conclusion was that we were bounded by blood, not with love.

I wanted to talk more with her but found nothing so I was quit with my stranger train partner. But that quitness said more than hundred words. Like we were closer than we know it and it made me scared about that feeling untill the woman decided to break the silence. "And what about you?" She asked an unexpected question.

"Me?"

The woman changed her question into an open book. "What's your story?"

"my story" That was maybe the hardest question i got heard. And if I'ld think I wouldn't get the answer right. My life was a mixed soup. I had 4 brothers which they are gangsters, one sister which we have an unknown sister relation, my mother left us, my father is died, had a terrible school period and I will try to make a tailor boutiqe in Birmingham with that many bulshits around me. I shouldn't know which one I start to tell with.

For everyone was that easy to tell their storys but everytime when think about mine I felt knifes pricked my stomeach. Felt so much pain. All what I wanted was to be a tailor but nobody taked me serious. Now the time came. My time. To take revenge on everyone. That was the point that bring me back to Birmingham. I'm not that girl who could you break that easly. Not anymore. Life is hard and so am I to...

~ End of chapter 1! Hello there as you know i write a legend fanfic then i got obsessed with peaky blinders and had ideas to write a fanfic about this. A kinda same like legend but i must say this is really different. Anyway I hope you will like this. Please write your opinion about it and stay safe by order of the peaky blinders🍒