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(Y/N POV)

"So what you're trying to tell us..." Mr Church furrowed his eyebrows, clearly perplexed. "...Is that you are both from the distant future. The 20th Century."
"21st." I corrected him. "None of this even seems real to us, it was like a dream."
"And so you are not witches?"
"No, we're not witches."

Emily sat back into the sofa sipping a readily prepared cup of tea in her nightgown. Hugh was on my other side but had already finished his tea before it had gotten cold. It was though Emily was barely able to function at all and was deeply lost in her own thoughts. I couldn't fault her for it; this was a big mystery to all of us. There must have been someone who had done this to us... but who?

In this moment, however, I trusted for Mr and Mrs Church to know. Once we were back in New York, people may recognise us, which could prove harmless, but word could also spread like wildfire. And when there's word, there's rumours. And these rumours are turned to the newspapers for confirmation. We were going to be tracked like a hawk's prey, so we were in dire need of some allies... which was difficult to accomplish at ages thirteen and eleven.

"And a- an enchanted ring sent you both here...?" The stern voice that I recalled that he seemed to once have had vanished.
"Yes."
"...Then who did it? Why here?" He pondered my questions from earlier.
"We don't know. Our grandma, she... She told us stories about a ring, a ring that would bring us happiness a- and restore our family's honour."
"By getting ourselves killed..." Emily murmured, her hands clutched around the cup.
"No... No, that night when I was killed, I... I saved a young boy... It's only possible that he was one of our ancestors. If it had not been for me, he'd have been crushed... I saved the future of my family..."

"Shit..." Mr Church threw his head into his hands in disbelief.
"Who would ever think of doing such a thing to young children?" Mrs Church questioned in a state of as much awe as her husband.
"Whatever sent us here in the first place sent us back..." - I shook my head - "Why? If everything is perfect now, then-"
"Maybe there is another family that needs saving." Hugh suggested. Everyone present turned their attention to him, even Mr Church, who glanced upwards slightly. "If you were sent here predominantly to save your family, in which you did, then you could have only been sent back to fufill the needs of another."

"The only other family I know is the Hamil-"

The Hamiltons.

I knew the musical well, as any other fan would know it. Even if you weren't a fan and had merely heard of it, it was likely that you knew how Hamilton ended. It finalised with Alexander's fatal duel with Aaron Burr, in which he was killed by Mr Church's own pistol. Not only that, but his son Philip died only three years earlier at the hand of George Eacker. I could prevent all of the terrible things in Alexander's life from happening, in anyone's life.

Hamilton wouldn't exist.

All because of me.

"...We have to get back to New York." I concluded.
"So Miss," - Mr Church arose to his feet - "if you're from the 21st Century, then you must know what happens to all of us."
"Unfortunately not all of you." I confessed. "But I know what happens to the Hamiltons."
"The Hamiltons?" Mrs Church asked; her voice trembled. "What could possibly happen to the Hamiltons?"

I ran it over in my head. If I told these people and Alexander's and Philip's inevitable deaths, I did not know what could happen. Of course, I would be saving their lives, but nobody knew how time worked. I was determined to prevent their deaths from happening, or any disastrous scenario that may come their way, but I could not unveil precise details. Besides, doing that may stir suspicion in the community, should they find out. I did not want to endanger my sister- she had nothing to do with any of this.

"A lot of things could happen to the Hamiltons..." I glanced to Emily; she was stunned with fear. I took her freezing mug away and took both of her hands. "Everything is going to be alright, okay? I promise you."
"I don't want to go back there, Y/N, not there." she implored. "Not there, I- I just want to go home. I want to go see mum, I don't w- want to be here, Y- Y/N-"
"Sshh..." I wrapped my arms around her. There were no tears, just a haunting look of anxiety. "Everything will be fine, Emily, okay? All that matters is that we are both here, together. I'm not going anywhere. I won't leave you, Emily."

She instantaneously burst into a fit of tears, burying her face into my shoulder. "I sent Mr Hamilton a letter that day in January." informed Mrs Church. "He is likely to have heard the news from other sources, nevertheless. I could not even envisage the look on his face when he sees you two children."
I nodded. "I can't imagine the look on Eliz- Mrs Hamilton's face when she sees us. We lied to her... For so long, we lied about everything."
"My sister will understand, I assure you."

"If I may, Mrs Church," Hugh interrupted the conversation, "if it is no trouble, it would be an honour of mine to transport these young ladies to New York."
"That is kindly of you, Sir, h-"
"New York was my home for many years, Ma'am. With little time left on this mortal earth, I should hope to see my shop one last time before my departure."
Her hand on Mr Church's back (who was now sitting down, though still rather tense), Mrs Church nodded and sighed. "Very well. Though we shall pay for the transport.

These girls need to reach safety as swiftly as they can."

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Is it just me or are these chapter releases getting longer and longer?

Ahaha my lack of motivation is taking over-

Oh, and here's an image that I wasn't aware existed until today.

This is an illustration of Alexander Hamilton trying to stop a patriotic mob from entering King's College in 1775.