This is my first attempt at writing so please bear with me. I know this chapter is extremely short but I'll try to make the next one longer. Also, English is not my first language so forgive me for any spelling mistakes. Reviews will be greatly appreciated.

Life inside the loop was always very peaceful. Like every day the children were spending their day in the garden, while Miss Peregrine was making her daily lookout.

Claire, Bronwyn and the twins were having a tea party. Emma and Horace were reading and Olive and Enoch were working on his dolls.

''Would you like some more tea ?'', Claire asked Bronwyn, trying to be as regal as possible.'' Yes please, I would be delighted.'' Bronwyn chuckled, barely containing laughter.

She held out her cup but before Claire had the chance to pour the tea a shot rang out. The garden fell in dreadful silence. Nobody moved, nobody talked. The second and the third shot moved everybody into action. The younger children ran to Olive, Enoch, Horace and Emma, seeking shelter and answers. Even Millard and Hugh who were till then playing football joined the group.

''What was that?''

''Where did the shoots come from?''

''What's happening?''

The older children were bombarded with questions directed at was about to try to answer his sibling's questions when a dot in the sky caught his attention.

''Enoch…what's wrong?'' questioned Emma, sensing his shock. Everybody was looking at him questioningly until he uttered, horrified ''Miss Peregrin.'' The children's heads snapped towards the shape in the sky and saw their bellowed headmistress. She appeared to be having trouble flying and was approaching the ground at an alarming speed.

Above the treetops, she started to change from her bird to her human form. Unable to do anything her charges watched as her unconscious form fell from the sky. Time seemed to slow down as they watched their ymbryne come closer and closer to the ground. At the last second, Enoch leapt and caught her before she hit the ground.

Screams echoed around the garden. All the children gathered around the pair desperately urging and begging their mother figure to open her eyes.