Olivia Wairimu L.N.D

THE PETERSON CHRONICLES BOOK SERIES.
The Peterson children born and raised behind church walls hidden from humanity due to their inhuman abilities came to face the end of the world head on.With great powers as they possessed came great responsibility that none of them had . Sibling rivalry becomes the cause of the end of the world as one of the antagonists,destroys all of mankind.In attempt to reverse her actions,she travels through time and space but the effects are permanent as she wipes hers and her family's existence off.But the end has not began yet.The children and the world as we know it are split into different timelines where they exist unaware of their non existence.
The antagonists responsible for the end of the world each have their own plans and ideas,As unlike other stories, this is not a battle of hero versus villain,it's over which villain is the ultimate villain.But the story takes a turn as the children come to discover their origins,their purpose and their destinies.The end of the world had not yet began as a bigger Apocalypse awaited them in years to come,but as time travel through timelines is tricky they had to seek for help from  afew lost siblings, bringing together two fictional worlds,the world of the Peterson's and that of the Umbrella Answering the unanswered questions of the Umbrella Academy series,Where did the other 36 children go?New goes are made as the children find out more on the secrets of Mr Reginald Hargreaves's missing children.There is difficulty finding a common ground but once they do ,they begin their adventure to find the one responsible for the coming Apocalypse,The apocalypse of the horsemen .The mission takes a shocking turn as the children realise that the horsemen responsible for the apocalypse were with them the entire time..In the end the apocalypse is stopped,great lives lost but stronger bonds formed and new romances bloom.The story is filled betrayals,short lived romances,self reflection, healing mystery after m

THE PETERSON CHRONICLES

The Peterson children sat at the dinner table quietly eating their peas and mashed potatoes and beef gravy.The had to be quiet before someone gets swated like a fly.It had been nearly 2 and a half months since Emma and she was right.Veronica did move onto Kast but it didn't work.Kast seemed to have lost his loving self over the months .He spoke only to Austin,Brianna, Scott and Fiona often and the other siblings.. once in a while . Everything went back to normal.Ferdinand looked around then at Claire before getting up to leave .He wanted to go to bed earlier which Father ( the priest) permitted always.He wasn't stupidly restrictive like Papa. 


I seem to be the only one bothered by the fact that we would never see Emma ,and papa's ugly character.I may never speak but that doesn't mean I do not care,they are my family one way or another, I just have other things on my hands.I sit on my bed and take off my coat lazily.Michael's murder broke me but it seemed everyone only cared about Carl.It upset me when Austin only fought about Carl's birthday and not Michael's.I guess I as the only one who loved Michael in any way. 


I lay back and closed my eyes rubbing my temples.I wasn't going to let my mind go back to that day or the days that followed.i got up and took my shirt off ,sat on my desk and took out my journal.I didn't know what to write about.I was blank so I stared at the sketch Emma and I did of Michael after he died .None of us had pictures taken of ourselves at that age. 


I smile at the thought of the day we stole the girls first set of bras.I remember how shy they were to walk around us .I remember how we were whooped that day,we cried and laughed so hard we fell sick the next day and father banned whooping because of it. 


There was a knock on the door,it was Claire.Claire was soft spoken and gentle.She had a soft voice and a gentle touch to everything.She locked the door and walked to me, wrapping her arms around me from behind me lightly." I know today is hard for you,but I'm here for you,I always have and always will be ! Ok!?" She said taking out a pen from her pocket.It was Michael's birthday today and nobody did or said anything about it.She put the pen on my journal and kissed the top of my head.But it was also my birthday and only she remembered.The pen was a journaling pen.Such pens weren't easy to find around here but she went all the way.I could see why Emma said she would marry Claire is she were a man." Thank you" is all I manage to say .All this remembering made my throat lumpy ,I wanted to cry so badly but not on Claire.She gets stressed too easily.She pat's my head and leaves . 


I was starting to hate this.This tradition of losing every single person I cared about.If Claire was taken away from me, I'd kill myself. 


April 26th 2003(2 weeks after Brianna met Madame Martin). 


The children were assembled to the church burial ground where miss Higgins head was buried in as well.There was a new casket, anew dead nun,who was to blame this time,. 


Brianna stood at the front with a rose in her hand ,unaware of who was in the casket.She was ushered to walk to the casket and place the flower on the nun's chest.She walked toward the casket simply but froze once she saw the nun.She dropped the flower and dropped to her knees screaming.Covering her ears .Scott and Fiona ran to her and peeked into the casket too.Holy shit! 


It can't be her! Why her?.Fiona turned to Kast as a year poured down her cheek.He knew immediately! And so did Austin.They had all suspected.


The dead widow.