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From there, your parents begun to unravel the twisted extent of your lineage, telling you about how your bloodline is prone to birthing peculiar children. They showed you strange photographs, family albums, and explained what it all meant.

Your mother said that it was her deepest fear, that you'd be born peculiar.

Nothing could ever erase the horror in your parents's eyes when you revealed to them that you've hid your peculiarity since you were eleven. You're eighteen now; on the track to graduating and going off to college... or so you thought.

With frantic and wild abandon, before you can even begin to process everything you've been told, your parents demanded that you must pack your bags immediately. The most they said was that there were bad, evil people that will hunt you down for what you have. You were to be sent to a 'residential care center' at once.

They never said when you can come back.

You cursed yourself deeply, wishing that you could've just hidden your abilities forever, wishing that you could've just happily graduated, wishing that you could've given the world what you had in store.

So, after the most agonizing goodbye you've ever had to make, a restless flight to the UK, and hundreds of cry sessions, you end up here—on a rickety ferry ride to Cairnholm with only a suitcase, duffel bag, and the clothes on your back.

The only directions you have to this 'care center' is a slip of paper with chicken scratch. You gaze at it as it flips and flaps about between your fingers, wondering what all of this could even be for.

fly to wales take ferry to cairnholm follow the bird into the cave

You've lost count of how many times you've read over these instructions since they were given to you, puzzled at what 'follow the bird' could even mean. These are the worst directions ever; you wouldn't be surprised if you just ended up stranded on a random island with no way out.

You shove the slip of paper back into your pocket, deciding that reading it over and over again isn't going to be helpful. The island in the horizon is now closer, enough to where you can start to see the lonesome houses.

The island looks just as it did when you searched it up on the internet, gloomy and practically barren. There seems to be an empty dock, where old-fashioned shacks and shops line up side by side.

Being honest with yourself, Cairnholm doesn't look too promising; you just hope you can push through with this journey unscathed.

The ferryman said that he'd come back to Cairnholm in a day to make sure that you're okay, and to make sure that you wouldn't be stranded forever on this strange island.

You're sure that the gravelly cobblestone of the dock shredded up the wheels of your suitcase; this town is almost too old-fashioned, all of the houses and buildings were small, with many windows.

A heavy feeling starts to settle in your stomach as you walk through the empty, cobbled streets of Cairnholm. Slowly, you start to realize how eerily empty this town is. You see no people at all, no lights on or anything. It's completely abandoned.

You stop just at the edge of where the block ends, where grey buildings and pavement turn into ankle-high grass and a thicket of overgrown trees. Dead, brown vines are strewn across branches, and the forests are so thick you can barely see past them.

"Fuck." You mutter to yourself. Are you really going to have to spend the night here? Was this maybe the wrong island?

You look back to see if the ferry had already left. It had. You rake your hands through your hair, the realization slowly starting to settle in. You readjust the straps of your duffel bag, feeling scared.

But, before you could frantically reach for the instructions in your pocket, a shrill screech cuts through the windy air.

You flinch, immediately turning your head to see what the sound was.

There, perched on the branch of the closest tree, stood a peregrine falcon. You can practically feel it's piercing gaze cutting through you, it's feathers a periwinkle silver.

You do a double take for a second, looking left and right for some kind of miraculous explanation, before peering back at it. Are peregrine falcons even native here? You think back to the directions you were given, 'follow the bird'.

Staring at the peregrine falcon, you bite your lip in thought. It's not just some coincidence that there's a bird just waiting for you just as you got off the ferry, right?

The bird screeches at you once more, almost as if to beckon you.

Slowly, you grab your already-ruined suitcase, taking a few timid steps towards the trees. The bird watches you for a moment, before spreading it's wings. You watch intently as it flies to a slightly further branch, and you realize that it expects you to follow it.

Before taking another step, you peer back at the ghost town behind you, before back towards the falcon. With a sigh, you start walking further towards the woods, stepping over weeds and debris.

"I can't believe I'm actually following a bird... there's no way." You mutter under your breath, keeping a watchful eye on the peregrine falcon that continues to leap across the branches.

Turns out, there was an end to the woods.

Dragging your suitcase through the forest didn't last long. The eerie, vine-ridden thicket quickly came to an end when the falcon led you out into a wide clearing. You could see tall cliffs and slabs of jagged rock for miles on end.

Watching from the ferry, you never would've guessed that this tiny island would have such vast cliffs. Short patches of grass grow between the rocks.

You scan the cloudy sky for the bird, which you catch soaring just ahead, towards what seems to be a cave in the distance. A tiny gasp escapes you as you spot the mass of black carved into the side of a short cliff, and you think back to the slip of paper in your pocket.

"Oh my god." You utter.

Hurriedly, you walk faster across the rocky plane, hoping that the bird won't leave you behind from flying too fast.

But, with every step you take, you start to see an ivory-white figure standing by the cave. You pause for a moment. The situation feels creepy; it's almost like a white ghoul has finally come to fetch your soul.

Squinting, you watch as the peregrine falcon disappears just over the caved cliff, leaving you alone with the strange... person?

You debate just stopping altogether, but you have a feeling that the person is supposed to be there, since the bird was just okay with leaving you there. The further you walk, the more you can start to make out the person's face.

It's a girl, maybe even the same age as you. The first thing you notice about her is her hair, which is the lightest shade of blonde that you have ever seen. Her skin is almost as pale as her hair, with the exception of her rosy cheeks.

Her blue eyes scan over you, and you notice how utterly shocked she is at the sight of you. Her jaw drops for a moment, before snapping shut as if to hide her surprise. What intrigues you about her the most is her choice of fashion; a baby blue, almost pilgrim-like dress and these extremely intricate, iron shoes. She looks almost like shes from another time period.

As you finally approach her, you don't really know what to say. "Hi, I'm here for the residential care center for weirdos!", "Hi, why are you at a random cave?", "Does that bird understand me?"

She gives you this curt smile, that barely hides her shock. You don't do anything at first; you probably look like pure shit right now.

"Do you know why I'm here?" You ask her, after a moment of silence. She senses the pure exhaustion in your voice.

"Yes."

You let out a sigh of relief, holding your hand to your chest.

"I'm Emma. It's nice to meet you." She says curtly. You nod, feeling the need to match her politeness.

"I'm (Name)."

Emma smiles.

"Here, let me take that from you." She politely says, reaching out to your duffel bag. She seems normal, like a trustable person with good manners.

"Are you sure?" You ask, your voice uncharacteristically tiny and shy.

She firmly nods, slinging your duffel bag over her shoulder.

"Come on now, we can't be late." She says, slowly turning towards the cave.

She starts walking into the cave, and you follow after her, dragging the suitcase along with you. Hundreds of questions, all that you've deeply pondered on the way here, start to float to the surface.

"Late to... where?" You ask. Throughout this entire trip, your destination has kind of been a mystery.

It scares you how pitch black the cave is, but you might just have to trust this girl enough to lead the way. The both of you continue walking, the sound of Emma's heavy shoes echoing throughout the cave walls.

"Miss Peregrine's. She has this home, for Peculiar children, like us."

The word peculiar makes your head turn.

"Peculiar. That's the word my parents were saying... are you peculiar too?" You ask her hesitantly.

Emma nods enthusiastically, and you sense a tinge of excitement in your voice. "Yes. I can control air. What about you?"

Your jaw drops a little bit, how she can just freely and openly speak about it. For a split second, you wonder if she's actually telling the truth.

"I guess I can control the weather." You admit.

It feels so freeing and liberating to say that; to just casually talk about something that was once such a deep secret.

"That's got to be useful for something. I can only float, hold my breath for a long time, and breathe out air really quickly." She says positively.

You fight the urge to ask her if she can show you her abilities, right then and there. You feel so comforted, so alike to each other.

Walking, you start to see the faintest flicker of a light at the end of the tunnel. You secretly let out a sigh of relief. Emma walks towards it almost as if it's second nature.

A twinge of excitement starts to fill you as you saunter closer and closer towards the warm light. Maybe, things could be good here. If the first person you've ever met that's a part of this 'home for peculiar children' is this sane and kind, maybe the rest aren't so bad either.

You want to ask her so many questions, but you refrain to only one.

"Is everyone there peculiar?" You ask.

Emma nods. "Yes, everyone, even Miss Peregrine."

"Wow..." You mumble, imagining a picture in your head of what Miss Peregrine's place would be like.

After a comfortable few more seconds of walking, you start to draw more attention towards the end of the cave. The bright light is almost blinding, but you swear that you can make out a few bushes or plants here and there.

"Watch your step here, there's a dip that we can't get rid of." Emma mentions, and you watch as she steps over it, and walks into the blinding light.

You match her steps, lifting your suitcase by it's handles. The light almost gives you a headache as you gaze into it, leaving you to squint and raise a hand over your eyes.

Hesitantly, you blindly take a few steps forward, allowing the warm glow to envelop you. You're shocked as you immediately feel the warmth of the sun, which was starkly different to the cold and windy Cairnholm you were just in.

It takes a few blinks for you to get used to the sun; the first thing you see is Emma, waiting for you with your duffel bag still on her shoulder. She stands on a ground of lush, green grass, in front of an extremely tall and extremely thick rose bush.

You can't fight the gasp that escapes your throat, your jaw wide open with shock. You turn your head left and right, eyes scanning over the tall rosebushes that surround you, and then the big blue sky that reigns above.

"What? Oh my god, it was super cloudy just a second ago!" You exclaim, spinning your head around for answers.

"I promise, we'll explain everything when we get there." Emma reassures you, stepping off towards a grassy pathway.

You follow her past the rainbow of rose bushes, until they start to melt away into tall reeds of grass.

There in the distance, across a mossy marsh, stood a tall, maybe even three-story victorian mansion, ribboned in old vines. It's almost glorious, standing so beautifully in the clearing.

"Oh my god..." You mutter, gazing at it as you pass by the marsh. Miss Peregrine must be so rich, you think.

Finally, you arrive at the (very tall) door of Miss Peregrine's home.

Up close, the house is entirely more beautiful than you can imagine; beautiful flowers crawl up the walls, intricate carvings decorate the doorknob. The house seems fitting for someone named 'Miss Peregrine'.

You watch in anticipation as Emma knocks on the door three times, to which it almost immediately swings open. Though, the door doesn't slam, rather, perfectly stops just before it hits the doorstop.

In the doorway stood a woman, tall and poised, who you can only assume is the Miss Peregrine herself. The most notable things about her are both her onyx peplum blazer, as well as the dramatic swoop in which she styles her hair. You stare at the comically large pipe in her hands as she takes a hit from it, sighing out thick puffs of smoke.

You can't believe people like this exist.

Her gaze scans over you, yet she doesn't seem surprised like Emma was. You notice how her eyes match the color of the peregrine falcon you saw earlier, which further confirms your suspicions. That is probably something to do with her peculiarity.

"Welcome back, Emma." Miss Peregrine says warmly.

Emma smiles. "Hello Miss Peregrine, I've brought back our new guest."

"In perfect timing too. Well done, Emma." Miss Peregrine affirms, before turning to you.

She curiously looks towards you, her eyes almost widening. You feel awkward under her gaze, like you have to do exactly as she says. Should you curtsy?

You're taken by surprise when she takes a step forward, enveloping you in a warm hug. Tears almost prick at your eyes as you accept her embrace, your suitcase handle slipping out of your grasp as you slowly return the hug.

"I know you've come a long way, (name). You are safe now."

The tone of her voice is so secure, so comforting. You want nothing more than to just fall into her arms, and maybe fall into a deep sleep.

Miss Peregrine lets go of you, her warm hands resting on your forearms.

"Come inside, (name). I will show you to your new room. Emma, if you would please, take her bag with you."

Miss Peregrine kindly guides you inside, and you once again find yourself in awe of the house. An intricate, crystal chandelier hangs just above where you stand. There's too many doorways, and you can only assume each of them lead to even more pretty parts of the home.

You catch sight of two pairs of eyes staring directly at you from behind a doorway, before they quickly disappear.

You feel even more excited now, your worries momentarily dissipating at the sight of your new future home. It's safe, clean. Miss Peregrine makes her way towards the maroon staircase ahead, as Emma follows after her. You lift your suitcase by it's handles, trailing after Emma whilst sightseeing every part of the home.

The stairs lead up to a vast hallway, one lined with many bedrooms. You soak it all in, thinking that maybe, this is just a dream of some sort. Miss Peregrine passes by many bedrooms, and each of them have their own unique touch to them. You spot one with dried flowers hung from the door, another with a sign that says, 'Olive' on it.

The three of you finally reach a door, one that's further down the hall than the others. It's blank.

"Make yourself at home, (name). I will give you some time to rest and unpack, and then I will have Emma give you a tour." Miss Peregrine states, pushing open the door.

"Okay. Thank you." You say genuinely.

The room is actually much nicer than you expected; clean floors, a made bed, an oak dresser, a small vanity, and even a quaint bay window. You actually might just love it.

Emma gently places your duffel bag onto your new bed, while you wheel your suitcase up near it. The bird stands at the doorway, watching you both.

"I'll be off, but I will see you at supper, (name)." Miss Peregrine says, with a twinkle in her eye. You nod.

Miss Peregrine smiles, before walking away, the sound of her shoes echoing down the hall. Emma, before stepping out of your room, points to a particular doorway.

"Washroom is just over there if you need it. I'll come back in an hour or two to give you a tour." Emma states.

"Thanks. I'll be ready."

Past Emma, you spot the same two pairs of eyes hidden just beyond the stairwell. They quickly vanish, and you peer back at Emma. With a smile, the blonde softly closes your door, but you can still hear her walk away with her heavy shoes.

The silence that surrounds you is too lonely, like you have to debrief yourself with everything that had just happened. Finally, I am somewhere safe, you think. Nevertheless, all the questions you've had catch up to your mind as you start getting lost in your own thoughts.

Who are the 'bad people' that your parents spoke about? When can you go back home, to your normal life? Why was it cloudy before, but completely sunny when you got here?

You decide to just unpack for now, and settle in, but not too much, since you're only staying here temporarily. Being under a roof finally gives you the chance to relax, and maybe change out of the clothes you've been in for the past three days.

Hopefully, things will be good here.

a/n: okay!!! part one is done!!!! i hope u guys like it!!!!!! i put a lot of thought into this story, and it was all actually started on pinterest

also yes i've name y/n a y2k baddie who loves fashionnnn okay yall trust this story is gunna get goooddddd

also this is the muthafuckin fitttt (i made this dw i didnt steal this from someone)