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i always knew there was something my mother wasn't telling me about my father, other than that he's an abusive maniac.

but i have a feeling that this ability i have, this ability to get out of any tight squeeze is from him. that's what he was known for anyway, leaving without saying goodbye.

celia and I went to an old library and have been doing some in-depth research on conspiracies regarding people who just... disappear. Needless to say it was a mostly unsuccessful venture, except for one thing.

I found a journal from an old botanist who studied plants and their relationships to bugs, and he seemed to write about these species of very small people, who he called the faefolk. apparently these folk lived and pollinated like bees or butterflies, and hid within hollow trees or under mushrooms. when a faefolk is discovered by a human (supposedly a hard feat) the human is rewarded with either a beautiful gift or a dark curse, depending on how they were feeling that day.

Of course it sounds like bullshit, but it's the only thing i have right now to explain why this is happening to me.

my dad must've found one of these faefolk and been gifted, and he passed on this gift from me.

I don't know if I'm ready or if i'll ever be ready to use a power like this, but if i'm going to keep doing these contracts, it's gonna come in handy.

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