ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs, sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs, ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ. ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅɪᴀ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ; ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟ sᴛʀᴀᴡ.
They thought the fight was over.
ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ sᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀɪsᴇs ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ʟᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ.
They were wrong.
ᴛʜɪs ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ғɪʀsᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟᴀsᴛ.
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Elizabeth Cutter | Primeval
FanfictionEight years after the disappearance of her mother, Elizabeth and her father Nick discover anomalies: portals in time that link between eras throughout all of history. Everything they thought they knew is questioned and a bumpy road lies ahead. Fri...
