AN: So I have been feeling serious Downton withdrawal lately, especially considering that the new season will be starting soon in the UK and not here in America. I'm tired of all of the Edith/Anthony stories. I don't particularly like him and frankly, it's time to move on. I started writing this story in May and have finally written enough chapters to feel comfortable posting once a week without falling behind because I, personally, hate when authors don't post for very long periods of time and this will hopefully leave me enough room to be ahead and have great chapters. They are semi-edited but if you find any mistakes just let me know. No flames please. I hope you enjoy something a little different and a little AU.

Prologue

On her walk to school, Ellie was contemplating yesterday's lunch with her grandmother. Thursday lunches with her grandma Sylvia were Ellie's favorite part of the week. Not only was she released from that mandatory prison the government calls school, but she got to spend at least an hour listening to her mammaw's stories about family members living and long deceased.

This week, Sylvia told Ellie's favorite story: the one about how her great grandmother Edith found her true love. It was a tragic, romantic story with a bittersweet ending.

Most youth weren't interested in tales about people long gone but Ellie always found them important. If one thing made Ellie scared, it was the idea that one day, a couple generations from now, no one would remember her. The only people that ever get remembered centuries after their death did something amazing in their lifetimes.

As she walked, Ellie was so lost in her recollections that she failed to see or hear it coming. One minute she was casually crossing the street, thinking about her great grandmother, the one who grew up in England on a large estate called Downton Abbey and almost lost her family in the process of defying all of society's convention. The next, everything was black.