BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 42: Founding Juneau

Chapter 42: Founding Juneau

It first started with the Juneau’s. They were the first to discover this place, they became the first families, and the town was named after them. The Adams joined along and then the Sherman’s and the Hathaway’s.

"When did the Devereaux’s come in?" I murmured while searching. It only just said the Devereaux family joined in but it didn’t state the date or anything else... just their economic support. Just like that? That’s it? And they were well known that much? This doesn’t feel like the right answer I was searching for. I skimmed through the book hoping to find more information but it all came to economic development.

"Great!" I slammed the book, I found nothing, nothing at all, it still remained the same, I was still kept in the dark. I licked my lips, closing my eyes.

Dreamcatcher

Unwanted

Can’t read me

Strange eye colors

Speed

The Law of coexistence

Not humans

I recited all the strange words I have come across in my head, over and over again, almost like I was chanting them, just for something to click, anything.

"Dreamcatcher," I said as I brought my laptop close and searched for it, the google info popped up and I scrolled down. ’The dreamcatcher was first created as a kind of protective talisman. The Native Americans hung these creations above the cradles or beds of their young children to protect them from bad dreams and night’

"Protective talisman," I bit my nails, except this wasn’t a talisman for dreams because it was not hung next to the bed but the windows. "I’m that unwanted" I chewed deeper remembering Dace’s words. "The dreamcatcher is a protective talisman that keeps the unwanted away" like a puzzle was placed, it was not for dreams but to keep things that are not needed out. "Dace’s unwanted but why?" there’s more to it, I jotted on my notebook what I just placed together, this was the first step, I think. I searched for the next one.

"Can’t read me" I closed my eyes chanting. "Can’t read, you’re quiet, like an empty shell, the others are noisy.... The others are noisy" I opened my eyes. "Can’t read my mind" I gulped. Emilia, she’s a telepathic? I snorted a laugh. Okay, there is no way that’s true. I paused blinking, ever since I came to this town several things I have encountered didn’t make sense, not even this.

I jotted the info even though it still sounded crazy to me, could she really be a telepathic? That was super weird but the words she said matched with everything related to that.

"The Law of Coexistence, he can’t tell me anything because of it, so it’s a law, what should be kept should be kept" Vanessa did tell me that our families were peacemakers and very influential ones, we kept the order and also the law of coexisting. So were the Adams responsible for creating such a law? But why? And what was the reason for it? What did they want to keep hidden... " from humans" I muttered.

Trying to connect the dots was a whole new level. I felt like I was uncovering something I shouldn’t and what bugged me more was what Owen said. What was he trying to say when he said the Devereaux’s don’t make contact with humans? The Devereaux’s aren’t humans? Could that be it?

"Ugh! I’m losing my mind" I groaned, slamming my forehead on the table but not too hard. It was sounding crazy as I got deeper into this, real crazy, maybe I shouldn’t be playing detective right now, because none of it makes sense AT ALL! I raised my head rubbing my forehead.

"Just turn a blind eye to it" at the sound of the dreamcatcher against the window, I turned to it. Can I? Can I just pretend that there’s something going on around me that I couldn’t explain? Or that Vanessa, Dace, and Owen were honoring some law created by my family? And every passing mystery was centered on the Devereaux family who wasn’t even mentioned in their founding books but just a page but highly known presently and everyone had a dislike for them.

"Not everyone just some specific families", families who mostly knew the reason why they were disliked.

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"Alright everyone, chop-chop! Into the bus and let’s go" our athletics teacher, who we call Coach Noah, half yelled and blew that irritating whistle like we haven’t heard him at all, he’s been yelling for damn too long.

"A simple hike in the mountain we don’t need to take days, now get in, come on" he clapped his hands.

This school trip, a small hike to the mountains, more like a field day, I sighed, my body didn’t really feel up for it.

"You okay?"

I snapped my eyes to Dace, I have barely said anything since he came to pick me up at home. I just nodded facing ahead.

"Come on, get those chicken legs moving. Oh, Dace" Coach Noah said, the moment it was our turn to check into the bus. "Never thought you would join us" he took our names.

"Of course Coach, it’s the whole class after all"

"Really though you would catch up with... you know..." he said chuckling. "Your car" he whispered.

"I prefer to use the bus"

"Nice nice, in we go in"

Coach Noah was weird, especially with his scattered hair, he left in spikes, someone who took a look at him from afar would think he was some homeless man rather than a teacher IF it wasn’t for the school shirt he wore.

I climbed in first but the stairs were so high. It was embarrassing to try to raise my body when it was hard to come up even by me holding onto the edges. Was it just me or was this bus insanely high, someone must be mocking me.

But I was suddenly up when Dace’s hand straddled on my waist taking me up and gently, at the faint gesture, his bare hand brushed against my bare skin and I bit my lip because I could make any stupid sound.

"There you go freckles’’ he murmured to my ears and I blushed ferociously because I knew others were staring, let’s hope I don’t melt so soon.