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PROPERTY OF ALBION - READ ON PAIN OF DEATH!
Dear Diary,
I suppose I should start from the beginning, after all most stories have to start somewhere, don't they?
I can vividly remember those days, like it was yesterday I was but a child, running barefoot through the lush, green, vibrant forests of my mother's country, my country,
So when that cheeky smile popped out at me, adorned with those golden locks and beckoned at me with Rome's strange tongue, although I admit it sounded just right for him , I got that strange feeling I wouldn't forget him.
Dubris, Europa, 700s
Dear Diary,
I learnt Goldilock's name! He's called Gallia or something, but when I asked Alba about it, all he said was:
"Albion, that boy is nawt but trouble for ye." ( One day I'll show that stupid Celtic jerk who's the actual trouble around here! )
Anyways, a boy that pretty ugly can't be much harm, right?
Europa, 900s
Dear Diary,
Ignore EVERYTHING I said in my last entry. That stupid frog and his posse of possums (that Iberian demonspawn and that little white witch have been nothing but a pain in Londinium!)
I really should've listened to Alba, because those jerks go out of their to harass me! Little old me! (Though I do admit I did spill pond water and frogs on them, but they deserved it!)
They better watch out, because I won't give them an easy death when I become the greatest empire ever!
Britannia, 1100s
Dear Diary,
Is something wrong with me?
I get weird feelings in my stomach whenever I see stupid frog-face, for some weird reasons...
Leading theories:
- A result of the Hundred Years War????
- Uhhh... hormones???
- FRANCY-PANTS CAST A SPELL ON ME!!!!
- or..
- 1066.
Must consult Cymru and Alba for this one. Will update you later.
