arachnicality
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"We cling to our fairytales until the price for believing them becomes too high," My Grandfather would whisper to me every night after reading me a story. I would laugh, not understanding what it meant, and he would give me this look- almost sympathy- and comment about how innocent I was. I loved his stories when I was little- you could even say I was obsessed. They were only stories, though, so there was nothing to be afraid about.
But when my Grandfather's stories began to become real, I knew I needed to find the answers. And this search for knowledge is complicated, only for those with the special tools for it can be successful.
You need the Eyes of a Peculiar.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children world, which is trademarked by Ransom Riggs and/or Tim Burton. All of the characters are created and owned by Ransom Riggs, and I do not claim any ownership over them or the world of Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children.
Started: 10/1/2016
Highest Ranking: #1 in #HomeForPeculiarChildren 2/23/2019
#1 in #JacobPortman 6/15/2019