Uh, hello there. Hehe. My name’s Pandora, and, um, I’d like to introduce myself to you all.
I’m sixteen years old and I come from the streets of London. It was 1945 before I went to sleep. And when I woke up people had never heard of 1945, or London. In fact, I’m now trapped in this city called Mir, which is so behind the technological advancements made in 1945 that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep my sanity.
It’s nice to meet you.
I am quite new to this whole “Battle of the Beings” thing. But someone told me that I’m a Being, even if I’m not exactly enthusiastic about the silly war going in the shadows. That someone told me I should never tell anyone I’m a Being. Which I think is great advice, seeing as the King and Queen have created a death penalty for anyone practicing magic. Sadly, the vague definition of a Being is a person with magic in his or her veins. I am fairly sure that telekinesis qualifies as a type of magical ability.
I have drab, brown hair. Boring blue eyes. Pale skin. But you should see me when the servants have their way with me… oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I’m in the care of the royal family and they don’t know about me being magical? Yeah, well, there you go. Organising bookshelves is the easiest time of the day for me.
My writer, Nicola, wishes to take that line for future use. She’s writing down my adventures in Mir for me. Frankly, I think she should get a move on and keep writing, but she’s being too lazy.
She would like me to tell you that even just 20 days after the end of her NaNoWriMo story, she is itching to keep writing. I have no complaints about that – she’s so behind on my adventures!
I must say that Mir Cave was probably the msot beautiful place I’ve visited since I woke up in a world entirely different to London. I hope to get to know you other Beings a bit more, and perhaps even be friends, before you start trying to sneak in my chamber and slit my throat.
It’s been nice chatting to you! See you later!