Ancestry~ Book One in the Can you See Me trilogy

1754- Whales, Massachusetts

The leaves scraped together like a squeaky door hinge, the rustling made poor Veronica Moore uncomfortable as she made her long journey through the deserted woods. The path here was fresh, and still had many obstacles but what choice had she? Her mother was sick, and her father dead. She needed to care for the four other children.

A noise, and then the glisten and whistle of a dagger caught Veronica's attention. A man she knew to be Thomas Whales Jr. came out of the bushes, his dagger inches from her face.

"Leave me alone."

"Marry me, and I won't kill you."

"Never! My heart belongs to another!"

"So be it!" The dagger plunged deep into her throat, and as she dropped into a lifeless heap, Thomas kissed her bloody lips. "May you forever walk these woods, wondering why you didn't accept my proposal."





Present Day- Whales, Massachusetts.


Kora Michaels had always seen ghosts. It was just something she didn't tell anyone.

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1. 1754

I gripped my basket tightly to my chest. I had just bought food for my family and medicine for my mother. It was cold and windy. My travelling cloak wasn't helping me at all, the icy ocean wind washed up onto our shores and it whipped me in the back as I retreated into the stretch of woods that served as a road. The workers in the fields made the path recently and they had not realized it made my shopping trips much easier. It was very dangerous due to the British tavern right next to it. Especially for me, I had somehow captured the interest of our founding father of this town's son, Thomas Whales Junior. He disgusted me to no end and he couldn't compare to my Erich he is nothing but a farmer's son, but he is more handsome and gentle then any well to do gentlemen I had ever met. 

Thomas had a reputation of a bad temper. I had refusion his attempts at my hand many times and he had kept his head, so far no casualties but that could change at any moment especially drunk. With talk of revolution amongst the colonies I feared that if I married him, they would view me and my family a traitor. I had no choice but to refuse it was that or me maimed by the local rebels. I entered the woods and the deeper I got the more uncomfortable I became.The leaves scraped together like a squeaky door hinge, the rustling made me more uncomfortable as I made my long journey through the deserted woods. The path here was fresh, and still had many obstacles but what choice had I? My mother was sick, and my father dead. I needed to care for the four other children.

A noise, and then the glisten and whistle of a dagger caught my attention. A man I knew to be Thomas Whales Jr. came out of the bushes, his dagger inches from my face. 

"Leave me alone." I said confidently, although I felt none of it.

"Marry me, and I won't kill you." I knew somehow he wasn't bluffing, but I couldn't help what escaped my lips.

"Never! My heart belongs to another!"

"Erich can offer you nothing! He is but a poor colonist!But even I can see you cannot be stirred from your blind emotional decision,So be it!" The dagger plunged deep into her throat, and as she dropped into a lifeless heap, Thomas kissed her bloody lips. "May you forever walk these woods, wondering why you didn't accept my proposal."

 

I laid there for quite some time, waiting for my life to end. I didn't realize I had left my body until I saw the medicine vial smashed to bits where Thomas had smashed it. I wanted to cry because now surely my poor mother would die as would the rest of the children. I hoped Emilia knew enough for her thirteen years to care for the triplets. Oh how I wished I had said yes. Erich would've understood, he would've come for me. I floated above my body until the wind stopped and the sun rose. I heard a carriage behind me, but I knew they could only see my blood mangled body. The eldest daughter of Macon Moore's was dead, murdered in cold blood and left in the middle of the farm hand's road. Her family slowly fading with her. They would never know who killed her, some would suspect but could never convict because he was a British officer. She was just the former blacksmith's daughter. She was dead at eighteen years carrying a child inside her. A child that would never see the light of day or meet its father Erich Goodman.


I sat there while they wrestled with the idea of what to do with me. We had no police here or doctor's to figure out what happened. But most were smart enough to know it had been a dagger to the throat. I float aimlessly through the forest until I reached my cabin and saw Erich there nursing my mother. He had not found out about my fate just yet. I saw Emilia looking out the window, it was if she could see me, but no one else could. She tugged on Erich and she whispered something and his eyes grew wide and overcame with tears. Sad tears for the loss of me I supposed. He handed Emilia my mother's hand and he rushed down the path towards my body.

I followed him, it was as if I was attached to him. When he reached the gruesome scene he yelled out, and fell to his knees. I had just recently told him I was with child, and he knew his family was gone now. The girl he loved and an infant not yet born. Poor Erich, he screamed at the poor men trying to figure out what had happened,

"Who did it! Who killed my Veronica?"

"We do not know my son." his father said stepping forward. Erich ran into his father's arms, something unheard of in this town, and he cried. He cried for me and our unborn child. Both dead. He could not see me, could not hear me. But I rested my slender transparent hand on his shoulder and whispered 'I love you' in his ear. His cries of sadness and pain dulled and he stopped shaking with grief.

"I love you Veronica. I love you babe unborn."

"I know you loved her son, but you must move on."

"No, I will find who killed her and my child first and then I shall. But I cannot guarantee anything father."

"Father Goodman, a word?" the devil himself spoke, I looked at my killer Thomas Whales and cried out in anger, the wind picked up and leaves whipped at his face and only his. Erich looked at him and then the space beside him.

"Ronica?" he whispered my nickname, "Did TJ kill you?"

I wanted to scream yes, instead the wind picked up and pebbles flew towards 'TJ'.

"Thank you Ronica, you have helped me." 

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