Before:

But Father gave me this before he leaves in the Spring. I will miss him dearly. He acts like the only person who isn't…afraid? Disgusted? Appalled? Even the priest in the town square, who hates our family, acts like I'm some sort of an abomination. What was so wrong with being born?

~ Abigale Danvers

Now:

"So, this is where the diaries have been hidden," William thought, "In plain sight." With a jolly laugh, he called up Gorman and told him he found the diary of Abigale Danvers and suggested the other grandfathers look for theirs in their libraries or studies.

William soon became engrossed:

1685

I had to face that even in the little time of a month, he was addicted to the Power. The Elders are scared that when I turn thirteen that I might ascend and steal his Power and the Power of the five families. I have stop trying to defend my innocence and ignore their brutal verbal abuse while I suffer through Roderick's Power abuse. While experiencing his new Power, I was his favorite subject as even he realized that if I told the Elders, they would think I was vying for attention and his Power. From the hits on every side, I don't have the time to be that vindictive.

They have been so worried that I may steal his Power that they haven't even came to the thought that I may have my own. I have realized a month ago that they can never know if I do ascend or not.

I have found where they put Father. After all, you can't let a man that looks like a moving corpse be seen walking around town when he is really in his early thirties. They've hidden him in the attic of the new home the other families have taken over building when Father fell to the Power. I plan to run to him the day of the thirteenth reunion of my birth. I rather spend a so called special day with a living rotting corpse of a man that at least accepted my presence then with those that consistently look down on me.

~ Abigale Danvers

1685

I never had time to update this lovely. I have not been in well health. I just barely made it to the new house which was previously finished by the late Sir Simms. He recently started looking at me with a mask of indifference. I can actually say that it lifts my heart a bit. I prefer indifference to hatred any day.

I made it to the room where Father has been kept in. I observed him from sun up to midday before making my presence known. He immediately looked healthier with me near. His eyes shown, his skin regained some color, and his lips started to twitch. His eyes crinkled as they finally got a good look at me with my long greasy hair, sucked in skin, dulled eyes, and thin limbs with a nervous twitch.

I told him a few words and he seemed to understand everything, "The families. Roderick." A tear leaked out of his wrinkled eye. I locked the door of the attic and found some food for us in the room. The day became darker and soon one could only see by moonlight and candlelight.

I felt a shiver down my spine and my father watched helplessly as my whole body convulsed on the wooden floor. I remember bright light an intense heat that burned my insides. As soon as it hit me, it let me go. Gasping for air, I felt a tingle throughout my body.

For the first time since I came to the new house, my father spoke, "Eyes."

I glanced in the looking glass and saw my eyes weren't there usual dull brown as they've become over the past year but, a bright glowing gray.

I had Power.

~ Abigale Danvers

William quickly took out a blank sheet of paper and wrote notes of the past entry for the rest of the Elders to hear tomorrow at the meeting.

1692

Father won't let me out again and I don't know why. I remember one time when I got out and I saw this woman. She sort of looked like me but older and sad. I asked her why she was so sad. She screamed in fright and looked at me like I was a nightmare. I don't know what that meant but Father came running in and hid me back in the attic.

I shall turn thirteen soon and Father is more persistent then ever in me being in the attic. I don't understand the whole situation. All I know is, I want out of the attic. I want to learn what is happening. Especially to me. Because I know my older brother, whom I have never met, is not locked in an attic all his life. So why me?

~ Winnifred Simms

Hunter Simms let out a victorious, "A-ha!" when he found the diary two weeks after William Danvers II. After he called Gorman to tell him the good news, he settled down to read about Winnifred Simms's life.

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