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Monday, December 27, 2010

Generation 1; Chapter 3: Thomas' Discovery

Thomas laid on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling. What happened last night? The whole trip was a blur, but one thing stood out in his mind.
The kiss.


Why had he kissed her? He didn’t even know her! Sure, he had gotten a little drunk, but this girl was crazy! Claiming to be the future Queen of England… who does she think she is? And all this nonsense about 1675. She was a good actress, he’d give her that, but it was getting to be a bit out of control.


Princess Emory Stafford. Princess Emory Stafford. She had said her name over and over. And yet, it did, for some reason, ring a bell in the back of his mind.


Thomas walked over to his computer and searched “Princess Emory Stafford of England”. A number of pages came up. 

Clicking on the first page, he was slightly surprised to find out that the Emory Stafford he had found online was indeed from the late 1600s. 

“Emory Stafford was born of Edward and Margaret Stafford, King and Queen of England in the year 1655. Being the first born, she was destined to be the heir to the throne when her parents had passed.”


“She showed exceptional promise on the piano when she was younger. Her talents were vastly supported by her parents.” 

“Her artistic talents did not end there, however. She was also very fond of art, both painting it herself and observing that of the famous artists of the time.” 

“On her 20th birthday, Princess Emory Stafford was promised, by her father, to be wed to Prince Laurent of France to seal a treaty between England and France. However, that night, in 1675, Emory Stafford went missing and was never found again. The last memory we have from her is this portrait, painted of her on her 20th birthday as an engagement present.”
Thomas’ heart began to pound. He scrolled down to the portrait. 

It was her. Unmistakably and undeniably. The portrait was the spitting image of the lady that was across the apartment, sound asleep. Suddenly it all made sense. She had no idea how she had come here, but she thought the year was 1675. His research showed that Emory disappeared from 1675 and was never seen again. Because she had come here.

Thomas ran to Emory, still sleeping in her bed.



“Emory! Emory, please wake up.” 

“I have to tell you something. It’s very important.”


“How dare you wake me! Nobody wakes me before I am ready!” Emory demanded half-heartedly, still mostly asleep.
“Emory… I know who you are. I believe you.”

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