An Ever-Changing World MsBloom x Sheena-Tiger

[MsBloom]

Claire Anu Miller / Gemima Una Miller

Tuesday June 25 (Evening)

"Bored bored bored bored BORED. I'm so fucking bored," Claire Miller said to her twin Gemima.
"I just don't understand how people do it. Wake up, go about their daily routines, work, kids, shopping, eat, drink, fuck, sleep and then it's the same all over again the next day."
She threw her arms out and let out a scream.
"I'm going crazy here. I need something to distract me or I am going to explode with boredom."

Gemima Miller looked at her twin and nodded. She was perhaps less expressive about it but she too itched with restlessness. It had been almost a decade since they had last played their game and since then they had settled near Bucknall, a small rural village in Lincolnshire where they officially ran a rather exclusive nursing home for anyone who could afford it.

"There is always the girl who drives the books-on-wheels truck," she suggested which had her twin raise an eyebrow and nod.
"Yea," she said after a few seconds.
"So who do you want to be then?"
"You're better at being bad so I'll start as good."

And so it was decided. The life of Annuska Linden, a young woman who was originally from the Netherlands, and the world as she had known it up to that day was about to change forever.

The ancient twins Anu and Una were first noticed and put on record in the region that saw the rise of the first human attempt at civilisation but they were older still than Mesopotamia, much older. They had walked with the first modern humans, the first homo sapiens out of Africa but they were older still than those first migrating modern humans. No one knew how much older, not even they themselves were entirely certain anymore. They were in fact not even entirely certain they had been born on the planet called Earth, though it was all they remembered.

While they both looked very much like female homo sapiens they were not of that species at all, barely even related to them. What mostly separated them from homo sapiens (other than their seemingly endless lifespan and extremely slow ageing process, (they both still appeared to be in their early to mid twenties) was their ability to get inside a person's mind and alter their reality. That was the game they played whenever they got bored which was quite often a few times every century.

Wednesday June 26 (Morning)

It was just like any other summer's day in the east midlands. The sun was out but it wasn't hot, at least not uncomfortably hot, nor would it be at any time of the day. There was nothing seemingly extraordinary or unusual about it. If anything it was an extraordinarily and unusually normal day. Janine Smith, head librarian of Lincoln Library and initiator of the books-on-wheels service, greeted Annuska, one of the three girls she had hired for the summer to prove the need for mobile libraries in the villages. She handed the girl the list of specifically ordered books.
"There has been a request from Nightingale House for live readings in the afternoons. If you like to add that to your Wednesday routine. It is your last stop today and it would only be for an hour, and it would of course be added to your work hours. Think about it and if you decide to do it you can talk to the managers yourself while you are there this afternoon."

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

Characters

Annuska Linden

Full Name:	Annuska Linden
Age (looks):	~20
Height:	5'5'' / 165 cm
Hair:	blonde
Eyes:	blue
Other Details:	works the books-on-wheels for the Lincoln Library

This job was not the best paying jobs Annuska could have had applied for but it was the most fun she could have had imagined. Other options had included being a waitress or working at a local fast-food and they might have had paid better, especially during the times when tourists visited the region, but surely she would have been fighting a depression by now with only 20 years of age. Making sure she had the drivers licence she needed for this little job had been a bit of a hassle for sure but in the long run, it would be so worth it. The young blonde woman, whose family originated in the Netherlands, loved books and she loved to bring the joy of reading to other people as well. Thus the offer from miss Smith had been a godsend and Annuska had not regretted a single day since she had started. Sure, it was only a thing for the summer but it was not the first time she was doing this and it helped her to save up on much needed money for the rest of the year.

Annuska scanned the list of books handed to her, few surprises were among them. Most names on the list were books, or at least the general direction of the books, she had recommended from her own experience. "Nightingale House?" she looked up, thinking hard. The name was not unknown to her but she barely had time and energy to actually look around the villages she visited. Her work was bringing her to 7 locations, each far enough away that she had no real chance to visit them outside work and visiting the 1st of 2 in a day in the early morning and having to be at the 2nd in the early afternoon still meant she had to take the time to bring the car back to the library with everything it did entail. But word and advertisement did travel around and the twins who were the owner of the Nightingale House were not an unknown. "That is the nursing home, isn't it? The one of the Miller twins?" Annuska asked. She was sure that was the answer. While the twins must have been only a few years older than her, they managed this exclusive nursing home. The young woman did not see herself ever being able to afford to live in such a place, if she ever made it to such an age in the first place.

"I am more than happy to add it to my route" the young woman informed her employer. "Could you please inform them that I will be coming around once I am finished? Have they informed you about possible reading material? They are not mentioned anywhere on the list with any suggestions. I would not want to bore any of the listeners." the blonde seemed genuinely interested about the idea. She did not see herself as some kind of story teller or a possible candidate to read books for an audio format but she did not think anyone was expecting that level of her. Just some fun and diversion from the usual dull afternoons filled with the same kind of activities each and every day. The difficult part would be, picking out a good book, if they had not told Janine Smith any details. They likely did not want to hear old stories they might have read during their school days but the most hip and coming authors would be unlikely as well in Annuska's opinion. She could be totally wrong of course but might have to pick one of the books she herself already knew well enough so she could pick a passage to read that would be entertaining. Or maybe, since miss Smith had said "readings" the twins hoped to make it a regular thing where Annuska could read a whole book over a lengthy time. This was genuinely exciting for the young woman.

With everything discussed and cleared up shortly after, Annuska got herself busy with the list of books. Being a regular at the library, even without the job, it was not difficult for her to locate every single one and add them to the inventory of her car. Just in time to get on the road she finished everything and could start the engine. Her 1st destination for the day was a small village not far away. On the empty road, despite its not perfect state, she was there in less than an hour. Kingthorpe was the name of the small settlement, a bit smaller than Bucknall, the 2nd village and home to the Nightingale House, but no less beautiful. Janine Smith had organized with the authorities a nice spot on the local marketplace during their official market times. Some days it was not easy to work here with the market criers having an especially good day advertising their goods but in general it was a good time. The ordered books were picked up, others were given back while a good number was either in her inventory or noted down for the coming week. Her lunch was uneventful though with a great view over the local landscape and Annuska could start early on her way over to Bucknall. She would be on time without any worry. The Miller-twins would have their reading session.​

 

[MsBloom]

Claire Anu Miller / Gemima Una Miller

Wednesday June 26 (Afternoon)

Wednesday morning had been like any other Wednesday morning at Nightingale House. The staff had served breakfast to the residents who had then done an hour of light gymnastics or gone for walks around the estate. Lunch had been cold cuts with potato salad and assorted greens.

Claire and Gemima had been visible around the house and estate most of the day, both seemingly in a good mood and seeming to be excited about something. After lunch they had gathered the residents and told them that they had requested an hour of reading by the Books-on-Wheels girl every Wednesday afternoon. This news was met with nods and generally approving noises by the residents. Many of them had a hard time reading, even with their glasses, and thus they were left with audio books, and in some rare cases podcasts. But as Admiral James Cornell, one of the residents who had been there the longest, had said: "It's just not the same as having someone read to you."

There had then been a quiet quarrel about what book should be read during these Wednesday afternoons until the twins, almost with one voice, had put the argument to rest by explaining that they already had chosen a book, an often overlooked, almost forgotten classic, but they wouldn't reveal its title or author. It was to be a surprise and a debate broke out among the residents about which book it might be and that debate still went on when the Books-on-Wheels truck pulled up in the drive way an hour later. Though none of the residents had even been close to guessing the book. This was probably entirely because the book was one that before that morning had not existed, and yet, somehow it had been the last title on Annuska's list of pre-ordered books. Somehow it had been sitting there on the correct shelf at Lincoln library in pristine condition, bound on burgundy leather. The Book of Tales Long Forgotten and Some Not Yet Told; was its title and the author was given as Anuuna, no last (or first name) it was as the case was with those stories from ancient Greece, Homer had no last name, (or if it was his last name, if indeed Homer was even a he). The same was true with Virgil, (though he was Roman rather than Greek), Sophocles, Euripides and more. They were all known to the world by just the one name.

And even though the book had not existed before it appeared on her list of pre-ordered books it was one that Annuska would vaguely remember having heard of as an almost mythical book which was sometimes, if not often, mentioned in the same contexts as other mythical, (presumed lost or possibly entirely fictional) books as The Necronomicon, and like The Necronomicon it contained tales of those who came before and those who walked alongside the human species, those who were hidden from history, whose names had fallen into oblivion, who had sunken into myths and legends long forgotten.

As the truck pulled up outside Claire came to meet Annuska with a broad smile on her face.
"I sincerely hope that you bring good news," she said hopefully.
Of course she already knew that Annuska would accept the request for giving an hour long reading every Wednesday afternoon because that was how the game she and her twin had set in motion the evening before was going to start.

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

Characters

Annuska Linden

Full Name:	Annuska Linden
Age (looks):	~20
Height:	5'5'' / 165 cm
Hair:	blonde
Eyes:	blue
Other Details:	works the books-on-wheels for the Lincoln Library

The young woman barely had time to step out of the car and lock the door when she was approached by one of the twins. Having them appear in media every now and then had helped to recognize the woman talking to her. But she had no clue if it was Claire or Gemima. Even if the media would have had better pictures of them, they were twins and Annuska was clearly not one of their parents who would have the best shot at telling them apart. Sure, there were many cases were twins developed a distinct difference but unless it was something like different hairstyles it was unlikely to show for many more years when the nature and jobs and whatnot would take a toll on the bodies. These thoughts and ideas did not take into consideration that someone might be several steps above what a human was but how could someone like a simple human ever know the truth?

"Good news? Oh I would most certainly say so." Annuska smiled as she answered Claire's question and walked around the mobile library. "Give me just a moment miss Miller! I have placed it somewhere around here this morning..." the young human looked through the section she reserved for requested and returned books and indeed was quick to locate it. "Aaaaand... here it is, as requested." Annuska came back around the car, holding the book up. "It is a very curious title. I could not find anything else from the author... it is in such a pristine condition as if no one ever had read it and you could say that there was nothing to find about it in terms of reviews and such. Not that I mind, all the more fun to read it to the residents"​

 

[MsBloom]

Claire Anu Miller / Gemima Una Miller

Wednesday June 26 (Afternoon)

Claire nodded at the good news that Annuska brought as if she might have expected them but not known them before the blonde young woman's arrival. She also tried not to smile at the thought of her description of the book as being in pristine condition as if no one had read it before (which no one had) and how the reason she ha found no further information about it or its author being that it had not even existed before that morning when she collected it from its shelf in the library. She did wonder briefly though what Annuska's reaction would have been if she had been told at that very moment that the book she was holding in he hands was a lock that would bind her to the twins for as long as it amused them. She would probably have laughed it off as some bizarre, and not very polite or entertaining, joke.

Instead she gave Annuska a warm and welcoming smile and invited her inside where the residents of Nightingale House was already gathered in the common room. It was a large room (at least the size of a tennis court) with pale red (but not quite pink) walls that had a darker red line running across them at about 150 centimeters from the floor. The floor was covered in a soft, emerald green, wall to wall carpet that looked almost like neatly cut grass. From the ceiling hung four large crystal chandeliers that looked quite antique in style but in pristine condition, as if they had been made in the last few years rather than centuries ago (as the style suggested). At the far end from the large double doors of polished Black Oak there was a pool table where two of the residents were in the process of finishing a match, Philomena George (an elderly but seemingly quite vital lady with stark red hair (obviously not natural), a slim figure who stood at least 173 centimeters off the ground) who was obviously wiping the table with her opponent Charles Markham (a much less vital and not quite as elderly gentleman with dishevelled bright white hair and a large moustache of a style that had perhaps been popular in the Victorian era).

Around the room there were also several tables of varying sizes for other games such as Chess, Backgammon and Bridge, among other more modern ones. Along the walls were a variety of armchairs and sofas with small coffee tables where the guests could simply sit comfortably and browse the news papers or one of the many magazines (on all manner of topics) that were available. This was also where most of the residents were having their afternoon coffee when Annuska arrived behind Claire who then introduced her.

Gemima was standing just inside the door, out of view from any who entered unless they turned their head to look. Her arms were crossed over her chest and in her black slacks and pearl white blouse with the top three buttons undone, her bright red hair flowing down her shoulders she looked both seductive and imperious. (This was also one of the easiest ways to tell the twins apart; while Claire often dressed in a more masculine way, almost always wearing a tie with her starched white shirts, dark suit pants and on occasion a double breasted vest, Gemima was more feminine in her presentation, often wearing half way unbuttoned blouses without actually showing much (or anything) of her modestly sized breasts. Unlike Claire, who usually wore flats, Gemima usually wore shoes with a high heel which when the two stood side by side made her at least two inches taller than Claire.

The twins exchanged glances as Gemima stepped out from the blind spot from which she had been watching the room. She too then smiled at Annuska and welcomed her to Nightingale House and thanked her for indulging their request. By then the residents had all gathered, either in the sofas or armchairs or around the tables. Gemima pulled up a small armchair and offered Annuska to have a seat in it while Claire finally presented the residents with both title and author of the chosen book, which seemed to delight them all as if it was indeed a long forgotten classic that they had all read as children and half forgotten about since.

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

Characters

Annuska Linden

Full Name:	Annuska Linden
Age (looks):	~20
Height:	5'5'' / 165 cm
Hair:	blonde
Eyes:	blue
Other Details:	works the books-on-wheels for the Lincoln Library

Annuska was very happy to follow the twin into the actual building. Without her, she would likely have had some issues finding her way around to the place where everything should happen, with her on center stage. The actual interior was incredible, very much high society, made for the rich that could afford the extra mile when it came to luxury living conditions not only in their prime years. But even so, she encountered things she would expect, to some extend. Not exactly a table for playing pool, even less one that was in use, but all kind of games most people would associate with the older generation. But she was not here to ponder about the rules of tabletop games, neither old nor new, but maybe on another time when she came over reading? Maybe she would connect with some residents and could lighten their days by taking part in a game, in addition to the reading.

The young blonde smiled and was genuinely happy when the second twin was greeting her. It seemed that both dressed differently and something in the back of her mind told her, that the pictures in the media were showing them wearing different clothes as well. Not that she was able to remember which one was which, she had never been that interested in the topic to actually memorize the details. A pair of young women doing so much for the elderly simply was bound to make the rounds through the media but Claire and Gemima simply were no Celebrities like for example Angelina Jolie were almost everyone had at least some kind of image.

Putting all the distracting thoughts aside, Annuska turned to her audience and made a bow into their direction, holding the book in both hands in front of her lap. "I am very happy to meet everyone here and even more happy that I am allowed to read for everyone. This is my first time doing this kind of thing, so please either come directly to me afterwards or tell one of the Miss Millers if you think I could improve something." she said before sitting down in the provided chair. The armchair was giving her a cozy feeling, a fireplace and large fluffy fur was missing in her mental image but it was already quite some fun. Slowly she opened the book, the treasure made from wood, leather and paper. There was a list of titles, chapters maybe, with page numbers, but she skipped them right to the introduction before any of the actual stories. "These tales we are about to tell you are all true. We swear upon our hearts and immortal souls that they truly and honestly happened. They are tales who have since long passed from history into myths and legends, some even further into oblivion than that. Some of them happened before the time of recorded history, in times when humans still lived in caves as hunters and gatherers, times when they still shared the Earth with their cousins, The Neanderthals, The Denisovans and others as well. But they are no less true because of this. Who we are? Oh No. The time for that has not yet come."

The text was some odd introduction and she was thinking about it while slowly turning the page. It was like some foreword from an author but something was feeling odd about it. Stories about things that happened before history was recorded? How could anyone know them? Neanderthals were a word Annuska knew, Denisovans on the other hand not, but who would expect something like that from someone not having the history of mankind ingrained to their memories? But there was no time to wreck her brain about these things as there was an actual story to read to an audience. "This our first tale is a tale you might have heard of before, a tale of kings and knights, but most importantly of a wizard from Cymru and of the sorceress who loved him passionately and of his student, the enchantress whom he fell madly in love with, who in the end betrayed and murdered him." the blonde woman read on. Something was already striking her as familiar but to find out more, she had to continue reading, and that she did. Paragraph after paragraph was leaving her lips, retelling the legend of King Arthur. That things were not perfectly fitting the historical facts was of no issue for Annuska, being raised in a world were things like Disney's cartoon film of young Arthur and Merlin or the TV Series Gargoyles were common among many other variations.​

 

[MsBloom]

Claire Anu Miller / Gemima Una Miller

Wednesday June 26 (Afternoon)

Gemima remained where she had been when Annuska had arrived in the activities lounge and Claire sat down in a chair on the other side of the door. Both focused on Annuska and an attentive observer might perhaps notice a subtle smile spreading across both faces and an exchange of expectant glances between the twins. They both knew that as soon as the blonde girl began reading the introduction to the book she would open the door to another world, the very same world in which the tale she would then tell unfolded, or at least had unfolded once upon a long time ago.

The tale was one of a mythological Britain, ruled by an equally mythological king, a Britain where dragons roamed the high mountains, where giants walked freely at the foothills of those very same mountains, where witches had no relation to the devil, (as latter day tales would have people believe) but were enchantresses and sorceresses drawing their magic from nature. It was a Britain were Fae-folk still lived openly in the woods, the hills, under the hills, still roamed as freely as they had since before the dawn of civilisation.

The tale was a very different version of the Arthurian legend such as it is commonly known to most people alive in the first quarter of the 21st century. It focused not on Arthur but on the wizard Myrrdin, (more commonly known as Merlin) and the two women who both loved him with a passion greater than any known before, or after, a passion that would make the love between Orpheus and Eurydice pale in comparison.

The first was a sorceress, half-sister to Myrrdin but also the youngest of three sisters known as Morrìgna. She was known to the world as Morgana LeFay (which many preferred to think was of Frankish origin but essentially meant Morgana The Fae. Her real name, as mention alongside her sisters Babd and Macha was Anu. She was, just like her sisters and half brother as old as time, or at least older than any man or woman could remember. She was a tall woman with startling red hair that flowed down her shoulders but she was often mistaken for a man due to the way she usually presented herself as a warrior queen in command of an army of phantoms that would rise from the very ground at her order and slay all and any she pointed her sword at.

The other woman was also of Fae descent, a woodland faerie, not entirely dissimilar to what people today would know as an Elf of the Woodland Realm, and a powerful enchantress who could communicate with nature and invoke its power. She could speak to a tree and make it use its roots to entangle and snare a foe, or use the thorns of a bush as projectiles. She could also make things grow where nothing could grow before her touch. She was taken as apprentice by the wizard Myrrdin who taught her to control and expand her magical powers.

Among the many names by which she was known, Viviane, Nivene, Nenyve (and many more) she preferred Nimuë and like Morgana LeFay she too was a tall woman with startling red hair that flowed down her shoulders but unlike her rival for Myrrdin's affection she was rarely mistaken for a man as she never presented herself in a way that might cause any confusion regarding her being a woman.

The tale contained many erotic passages between either Myrrdin and Morgana or Myrrdin and Nimuë but also between Morgana and the king of the Britons, Arthur Pendragon and between Nimuë and the very same king both of them trying to use him to gain favours from Myrrdin. But the tale also contained epic battles in which Morgana aided Arthur in slaying a dragon, in which Nimuë guided him to the secret lair of a siren hiding deep in a lake. All in all it was a magnificent combination of action, sex and drama, and the hours flew by faster than Annuska might notice and by the time she stopped reading it was already time for supper and the sun had begun to hang low over the landscape outside Nightingale House.

There was a moment of pregnant silence after Annuska closed the book before an applause broke out among the residents who were all clearly excited by the event.
"I do hope you will do us the honour of reading for us again next week," Claire said as she guided Annuska to the door.

Once the young blonde stepped over the threshold, leaving Nightingale House behind her she would first notice that her Books-on-Wheels truck was gone and in its stead was a one horse carriage with only two wheels. If she turned to ask Claire about it she would find that there was not a single trace of either the young redhead or of Nightingale House. A rider in a dark hooded cloak would however approach along the road on a pale brown, almost a yellowy beige, horse.

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

Characters

Annuska Linden

Full Name:	Annuska Linden
Age (looks):	~20
Height:	5'5'' / 165 cm
Hair:	blonde
Eyes:	blue
Other Details:	works the books-on-wheels for the Lincoln Library

The young woman was having a lot of fun reading the story. She was taking mental note of some more obvious differences compared to the knowledge she had absorbed in her short live. Things taught in school about history. Mentions of names and places in books, some historic others plain fiction. Or even anything from shows in TV or movies. Not that it did amount to much. Arthur, Merlin and Morgana were the most prominent. Fae and elves were things of legends mentioned here and there but most knowledge she had was rather modern, modeled after Tolkien's stories to some extend. Nothing was properly holding up to what she was actually reading though.

Time passed quickly for Annuska and she only stopped when her stomach was giving it's first loud signs of some need for attention. Only then she took note of her surroundings and how dark it had gotten outside the windows and she closed the book. The following applause was making her blush more than the intimate scenes she had read for her audience. She did not for herself though, that she did not care as much for the men in those scenes but had continued on with her reading, not making any comments. Slowly she rose from the chair, bowing towards the audience with a smile. "Thank you all for listening to me, the story is not at an end and we shall continue next time." she said, genuinely looking forward to another session.

The young blonde walked with Claire, still holding the book close to herself. "Oh yes, I would be very happy to be here next week for another session. We barely scratched the surface of what this book holds. I think we could be halfway through with the first story, we can not stop there. You have heard the residents, they loved it as well." she promised to Claire while shaking the others hand to say goodbye. Once everything was said and done, she stepped through the door, feeling a warm sensation coming from her arms and chest as if the book was getting hot for a moment. The feeling confused her, making her look down to the book for a moment before looking back up once more only to stop in her tracks.

There had been a garden of some kind, surrounded by a small wall with fence on top and a street leading to wards the building. But that was all gone along with her small truck. Confused she turned around, not having heard the door close behind her, thinking that Claire must be still there, seeing the same Annuska saw but to her utter confusion the whole building was gone. As she hugged the book even more, the blonde blinked some more as she looked down. Instead of hugging the book closer to herself, she found hugging only herself, the book gone like the everything else.

The only living thing, that horse in front of the wagon where her truck should be aside, was that cloaked figure riding along the lonely road. Not a well maintained road made with tar and whatnot but dirt, maybe mud... just earth. Well traveled as it looked but a far cry from anything she would have expected or where she was driving her truck. Unsure what happened, slightly frightened and most of all confused Annuska started to wave her arms to ensure she was getting the attention of the stranger. "Hello! You there! I am kinda lost and need some help!" she yelled into the direction, hoping the stranger was someone friendly. There was no way she knew which direction would be the next settlement and her experience with animals could be boiled down to petting cats and dogs and maybe riding a pony quite some years ago... led by someone a few times in a circle.​

 

[MsBloom]

Morgana Anu LeFay

The cloaked rider slowed down from a short gallop to a brisk walk before it stopped in front of Annuska and though the hood hid most of the face the young confused blonde would feel the piercing gaze from the shadows inside the hood. It was as if the rider was evaluating the stranger.
"Yes you certainly seem to be," the rider then said with a deep but almost certainly female voice.
"Greetings fair Annuska of Frisia I am Morgana LeFay," the rider said and pulled back the hood to reveal her face and flowing red hair, but also her armour and the sword hanging at her right side.
She then reached down from the horse and took Annuska by the arm pulling her up onto the horse.
"We have little time to waste. My brother is expecting you in Skegness, we have at least two hours to ride and less than that of light remaining."

Having barely waited for Annuska to straddle the horse and grab hold of her cloak Morgan spurred her horse onwards and soon they were at full gallop towards the coast with the sun starting to sink behind them. Not once did they stop or even slow down until Annuska would see the outline of a Roman watchtower against the deepening dark blue sky.

With haste she entered the gate and an unusually short woman with long pointy ears, carrying a small crossbow on her back and a quiver of bolts at her hip, quickly closed it behind them.
"Come," she said and went into the tower.
"Master Myrrdin awaits. He has expected you for quite some time already.

Inside on the ground floor there was little more than a basic kitchen, a narrow wooden stair case leading to the top floor, which was used for sleeping. The unusually short woman opened a small hatch in the floor to the right of the door to reveal a ladder leading to a cellar.
Morgana nodded and gently pushed Annuska in front of herself towards the ladder.
"Quickly," she said.

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

Characters

Annuska Linden

Full Name:	Annuska Linden
Age (looks):	~20
Height:	5'5'' / 165 cm
Hair:	blonde
Eyes:	blue
Other Details:	works the books-on-wheels for the Lincoln Library

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World 1

Morgana Anu LeFay

Introduced/Known Name:	Morgana LeFay
Age (looks):	~25?
Hair:	red
Other Details:	wears armor and sword

Annuska gave a weak smile in response. Was it so easy to guess that she was lost? The smile was quickly vanishing though the moment she had processed what came next. That definitely was her name the woman had just said. The blonde was not sure what that Frisia was about, she was definitely born and raised in Great Britain after all. The beautiful woman on the horse pulled her up onto the horse with a lot of ease as the young woman from modern times was neither putting up a fight and was dressed in rather light fabric compared to the heavy metal of the rider.

"Who is expecting me where?" she asked in response while wrapping her arms quickly around the rider in fear she might fall back to the ground in full gallop otherwise. Maybe the redhead was not listening or hearing or simply otherwise to concentrated to answer the question of the woman she had pulled on her horse. But whatever the reason there was no answer while the landscape was rushing past them. There should be buildings on the side of the way, at least for a bit followed by fields and proper streets. There was something like a street, if one was very generous but other than that nothing did remind Annuska of the modern civilization or the villages and small towns of the region that should be there.

The watchtower, which was looking perfectly authentic, as far as her limited knowledge let her judge it, and in pristine condition. Morgana continued to be a whirlwind for the overwhelmed Annuska, leading her around. Annuska recognized the short woman with pointy ears though like with everything Morgana did so far, Annuska was left with no time to actually ask anything or more importantly, think things through to come to some kind of logical conclusion to base questions on. Instead she followed the mostly physical order nand started to climb down. "Could someone at least explain what is happening? Where am I? Who are you people... and where is everything?"​

 

[MsBloom]

Morgana Anu LeFay - - - Myrrdin Wylt

The underground room was much larger than what one might have expected by the size of the roman watchtower. The walls were covered in bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes of varying ages and condition. In a sense it looked just like a library, except all the books were really old and few of them would have still been in existence, at least not officially, on the morning when Annuska left Lincoln Library to make her usual books-on-wheels rounds and end the day with a reading at Nightingale House. Most would probably not even have been heard of for centuries, and if they had their titles and authors would have been spoken in hushed tones in dimly lit rooms.

At the opposite end of the room, on the other side of a large wooden table filled with bottles, filled to varying degrees of all kinds of liquids, most of which gave of a pungent scent, scattered among them were parchment rolls and maps, stood a tall man with long black hair. He was elegantly dressed in all black and at first he appeared to not have noticed Annuska coming down the ladder and for a long time the only sound was that of a thick black liquid bubbling over a small fire.

"Why certainly milady," said the tall dark haired man as he turned to face Annuska as if suddenly aware of her presence.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Myrrdin Wylt of Cymru, or Cambria as you might also know it. The rather impatient and fiery red-haired woman behind you is my half sister Anu of the Morrìgna. You are currently in my temporary home in Albion, or Anglia as you might know it, more precisely in my study. The woman of small stature with pointy ears upstairs is one of the fae folk and her name is Rhiannon. Your arrival has been expected for quite some time now and even I began to wonder if the prophecy of your arrival was not just a myth, a tale fallen into legend through the passage of time."
At this point the man took out a book from one of the shelves and opened it to the right page as if the page had some how been bookmarked, or opened to that specific page so many times it naturally fell open to that page.
"From across the sea, the low countries of the Frisii, a young woman will come and the daughter of her daughter's daughter will bear the mark of the chosen one."
He closed the book and looked at Annuska.
"We have been waiting for you for centuries now," he explained and bowed lightly.
"As for your question about where everything is I am afraid I do not understand it. Everything is exactly where it is supposed to be, including yourself."

 

[Sheena-Tiger]

Characters

Annuska Linden

Full Name:	Annuska Linden
Age (looks):	~20
Height:	5'5'' / 165 cm
Hair:	blonde
Eyes:	blue
Other Details:	works the books-on-wheels for the Lincoln Library

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Morgana Anu LeFay

Introduced/Known Name:	Morgana LeFay
Age (looks):	~25?
Hair:	red
Other Details:	wears armor and sword half-sister of Myrrdin Wylt also known as Anu of the Morrìgna

Myrrdin Wylt

Introduced/Known Name:	Myrrdin Wylt of Cymru/Cambria
Age:	unknown (22-30?)
Hair:	black
Other Details:	half-brother of Anu of the Morrìgna

It was evident how agitated the young woman was. She loved books and was standing in what looked like a treasure trove of old literature but was completely ignoring all of them. Instead she was focused on the handsome guy in front of her and what he had to say. The name 'Myrrdin' was not ringing any bell at the moment, her mind still overloaded with what was happening around her, still unable to properly connect some very important dots. Maybe at some point things would more properly click into places. Every other day, the name of 'Morgana le Fay' would have instantly made her think of the Arthurian legend. And Myrrdin had been a prominent feature in the story she had read not long ago, mentioning him rather often as he was an essential part of the whole legend.

With a motion of her hand she mentally pushed away, for a moment, the mention of them having waited for her as a part of a legend. Her mind was working well enough though to process some of the given information. If she left out the odd, or simply very old, naming of things it was somewhat accurately covering the history or origin of her family. According to her memories it was her great-great-grandmother that had left her home to settle down in Great Britain, after she married a sailor. How much truth was in that knowledge was for anyone to guess. This was far to accurate to be a coincidence, could it? And what mark was the guy talking about? "What do you mean? Waiting for centuries? I can barely track my ancestors past my grandparents with the help of the internet and you do not even have electricity in this study of yours. Not to speak of having it centuries ago..." she shook her head, sending her ponytail flying left and right.

"And things are not where they should be. My truck was gone and was replaced by a horse... and the whole village was not there anymore or even the building I had stepped out from... and what kind of mark are you talking about? I have nothing special on me." the young woman was throwing her hands up in the air. From the point of view of someone living in this time most of what she said might be gibberish, but then, so was everything for her.​