“Love is a fickle thing. It transcends time, space, even entire life times. It begins small and grows slowly but once it takes it’s hold it prospers and grow and doesn’t let go. It is patient it is kind it is unconditional. It begins but never truly ends. Even when a life comes to end it never truly says goodbye. It is simply until we meet again”- ????

Prologue

        It was the year 2014. The month was October fixing to be November. And in a small American town it was just beginning to cool off, the leaves having long since fallen from the trees as winter began to take its hold. However it was still warm enough to walk around one’s house in Sophie shorts, a (sweat shirt/hoodie) and maybe even a pair of ( favorite socks) while dancing about the house; which was exactly what (your name) was doing. She was currently dancing about her kitchen decked out in her favorite red, white, and blue Sophie shorts, a school (hoodie/sweat shirt); that matched her bottoms; and a pair of American flag socks.Suffice to say (your name) was very proud to be an American and that pride only grew after her father gave his life in service to his country. Matter of fact she wore his dog tags everyday and did all she could to help her mother cope by doing to help her best to help her keep the old farm house that they had dreamed of growing old in together.

        They did there best. After all it was all that held their small family together after he died. Uunfortunately as time went on it only got harder and harder to meet deadlines or to even pay the bills at all. Of course this was nothing new.  It had been hard for them before her father died, but now it was near to impossible to come up with even half the money they needed. And if (your name’s) mother had devised one plan to make money she had devised a thousand.

        The most recent these schemes being a bed and breakfast or perhaps a more accurate term would be a boarding house or a hotel. In short (Your name’s) mother had opened their home to boarders to try and help with the bills and so far it was working.  They had actually had quite a few people stay with them over the past few months. The most recent of these tenets being a one and only Arthur Kirkland; who was in America for an extended stay for some reason that ( your name) really didn’t care enough about to remember.

        Needless to say (Your name) hadn't been overly happy about Arthur’s staying there at first. Mostly because during the short time he had been there Arthur had caught the house on fire three times; trying to make scones; and come home drunk twice all the while cursing like sailor. Not to mention the Brit was at times overly obnoxious and rude; though he claimed to be a gentleman. A bit of false advertising if you asked (your name) , but  no ever did, Partly because she gave her opinions whether they wanted them or not. Except for when it seemed detrimental to her health or that of her family.

        For instance when it came to her mother (Your name) was willing to do whatever she could to keep her happy. So she usually kept her thoughts to herself and did her best not to cause problems or complain; which is partly why even though she knew she probably should have told her mother about Arthur’s activities she didn’t.

         Partly because they needed the money, her mother already worked three jobs and didn’t need any more stress than she already had; not mention (your name) found Arthur’s drunken antics to be incredibly amusing to watch. And…even though he got on her nerves something awful with his constant need to correct her English and tell her how to dress! The Brit had found a special place in the young girl’s heart. Not romantically of course but as an older brother or that weird uncle you only claim at family reunions would. Not that she would ever admit this to him or anyone else but she still felt it on the inside.

            Because after she lost her father (Your name) had been very careful with whom she allowed herself to get close to. So needless to say she wasn’t to keen on sharing her feelings with anyone and could be bit standoffish. But every now again she would show her appreciation or make a kind gesture to show she cared. And being the kid of the owner of a bed and breakfast (your name) was in charge of cooking and since Arthur always complained about there never being any none packaged food in the kitchen. (your name) decided to make him a healthy snack of sliced cucumbers with Italian dressing; which in (Your name’s) opinion was best made while dancing and singing to what ever song  happened to be on the radio at the time.

          So, doing a quick twirl (your name) spun over to the fridge and got out some Italian dressing. Then doing a ballet tiptoe she went over to one of the many cabinets in her relatively large kitchen and grabbed a plastic container. Then finally she pranced over to stove grabbed a cucumber from the basket of fresh fruits and vegetables beside the stove and began to dice it up after retrieving a knife from the drawer to her left. All the while swaying her hips from left to right singing along to the song playing over the radio.

        “Yeah! I am all about dat bass  bout dat bass no trouble! I’m all about dat bass bout dat bass no trouble I’m all about dat bass bout that bass no trouble!” When suddenly a loud explosion sounded from upstairs in Arthur’s room! And after coming to know Arthur over the past few months (your name) knew that if something of Arthur’s exploded. It normally ended with a trip to intensive care or the burn center. So to say the least she was more than slightly concerned as she quickly began the trek upstairs to her friend's room.

        Once upstairs (your name) Knocked on the door and asked "Arthur is everything ok in there?" Waiting a few seconds for a response she knocked again. This time with bit more urgency "Arthur? Are you alright?! Earth to tea brain!” She called one last time before taking a hair pin out of her (hair color) hair and sliding it into the lock. Which she then proceeded to work back and forth until she heard the sound of the lock turning over. Then opening the door (your name) quickly went inside using the sleeve of her ( hoodie/sweat shirt) to keep from breathing in the smoke. "Arthur?" she asked once more still with no reply.

        Making her way over to the window she opened it to allow some clean air into the small space in hopes that it would reveal the Englishman.Whom once the smoke cleared (your name) saw collapsed on the ground wearing a strange cloak and covered from head to toe in soot. His naturally bushy eyebrows slightly singed from the explosion. "Arthur...?" she whispered worry contorting her face as she quickly went to the Brit's side to made sure he was still alive.

        Reassured by the steady rise and fall of his chest (your name) let out a sigh of relief and carefully took his arm and put it around her neck before picking him up and carefully placing him on the bed which didn’t actually go that well. You see (your name) could barely pick the poor Brit up. So it was more like dragging than carrying and the placing was more of a rolling motion than anything else. But! None the less she eventually got him onto the bed. Then  she carefully removed his cloak and covered him up. Once that was done (your name) went to retrieve a wet wash cloth and a bowl of water from the kitchen. She then went back upstairs and carefully began to wash the soot from Arthur’s face.

        Once it was gone (your name) rang the cloth out one more time and placed it on the Brit's forehead. She then went to dump the now blackened water into the sink downstairs. O the way back up she grabbed a chair and the cucumbers she had made for Arthur before she went back upstairs. She then sat the chair beside the bed and placed the cucumbers on the nightstand; which was also beside the bed; in relatively close proximity of a rather intimidating smoking black cauldron. That (your name) chose to ignore as she began to try and clean up the room a bit until something caught her eye.

It was a small pendant about the size of a nickel. Spherical in shape with a gold coating that was slightly marred with age and dirt. It wasn't anything magnificent to be sure but it had some kind of writing on it. But with all the dirt that covered the small coin it was too difficult to make out what it said, but she thought it read 1943. But she wasn’t sure. So naturally she took a seat in the chair beside the bed. And with little spit on her thumb; because grit, spit, and duck tape can fix anything; carefully began to try and remove the dirt.

However the harder she tried the less it seemed to work. Still she tried and tried till she was almost scrubbing. Then she scrubbed and scrubbed till her movements were frenetic. So much so she accidentally knocked the container of cucumbers into the cauldron. But being so completely focused and enthralled by the pendant (Your name) failed to notice as the smoking cauldron began to bubble and pop. Until suddenly a bright light filled the room and everything went black as the floor seemed the fall out from beneath her feet.

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