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I don't own any pictures or gifs or any of the songs, just so you know this story will have sexist comments as it takes place in the 1700s. The female that replaces Alexander Hamilton in history is orignally named Acacia Michelson, but in the 1700s she will be know as Acacia Hamilton, so just de last name is different.
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How does a bastard, orphan, daughter of a whore. And a Scotwoman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot. In the Caribbean by providence impoverished. In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten-dollar founding mother without a mother. Got a lot farther by working a lot harder. By being a lot smarter. By being a self-starter. By fourteen, they placed her in charge of a trading charter.
"A woman in charge of a traiding charter?"
"Acacia Hamilton can do incredible things, she is no ordiniary woman." Acacia turned around as she heard that, she turned around and gave the man a smile. She then turned around and walked away to go and do her job.
And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away. Across the waves, she struggled and kept her guard up. Inside, she was longing for something to be a part of. The sister was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter.
Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned. Our woman saw her future drip, dripping down the drain. Put a pencil to her temple, connected it to her brain. And she wrote her first refrain, a testament to her pain
Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man Took up a collection just to send her to the mainland Get your education, don't forget from whence you came And the world is gonna know your name What's your name, girl?
‘‘Acacia Hamilton My name is Acacia Hamilton And there's a million things I haven't done But just you wait, just you wait"
When she was ten her father split, full of it, debt-ridden Two years later, see Acacia and her mother bed-ridden Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick
And Acacia got better but her mother went quick
Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide Left her with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside A voice saying, "Acacia, you gotta fend for yourself"
She started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf
There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute She woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution Started workin', clerkin' for her late mother's landlord Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things she can't afford Scammin' for every book she can get her hands on Plannin' for the future see her now as she stands on The bow of a ship headed for the new land In New York you can be a new woman
In New York you can be a new woman (just you wait) In New York you can be a new woman (just you wait) In New York you can be a new woman
In New York, New York Just you wait
Acacia Hamilton
Acacia Hamilton
We are waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you
You could never back down You never learned to take your time
Oh, Acacia Hamilton
Acacia Hamilton
When America sings for you Will they know what you overcame? Will they know you rewrote your game? The world will never be the same, oh
The ship is in the harbor now See if you can spot her (just you wait)
Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom (just you wait)
Her enemies destroyed his rep America forgot her
‘‘We, fought with her and loved her.’’ (plantonic)
‘‘Me, I died for her.’’
‘‘Me, I trusted her.’’
‘‘Me, I cared for her..’’
‘‘And me, I'm the damn fool that drove her away!’’
‘‘There's a million things I haven't done But just you wait!’’
What's your name, woman?
Acacia Hamilton
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CACIA knows what she can do, and she hates it. "You know, you could go to Heaven with me." One of her godly friends told her. Infront of her stood Jesus the son of the god the Catholic church believes in. "My time on the earth isn't done just yet, there must be a reason why I was born immortal... Otherwise why the hell am I here?" She chuckled. "Alright then, but I must go Acacia. Stay safe and may god be with you." She showed him the necklace he gave her. "I always carry him with me, give your mother a hug for me, will you?"
"Untill next time." Acacia was in Jeruzalem, she wanted to visit her mortal friend that knew her secret. And that is actually what she did. "Ace!" The elderly male greeted the female with her nickname. "How are you Alex?"
"I am wonderful, and you?"
"Could be better, but it is nothing to be worried about."
"You want to talk about it Ace?" Acacia shook her head, making Alex sigh. "Perhaps you should ask Olympus for a quest then you have something to do... And you won't pull so many pranks."
"That storm was to stop the forest fires, and it worked." Acacia told him well rolling her eyes. "Yes, perhaps but it was raining everywhere. And some people lost their homes."
"That was an accident, you know I can't control all of the parts of my magic." Alex hummed, knowing that all to well. "Well tell me what you have been up to the last 20 years?"
ALEX's words did trigger something in Acacia, perhaps a quest is not such a wrong idea. Acacia travelled to moutian Olympus, and there she got what she wanted, a quest.
THIS is how Acacia got to the past.
Fun fact: Acacia loves pissing off people who think that women are lesser then them.
The prologue is a bit short, most chapter might be but some will also be long so don't worry.
