It started with a scream, not that either me, or my sister, Lara, could have known the human year. Where we come from, and where we lived, time, and dimensional space, have no direct purpose. Our home, the Veil, falls between universes, think of it as the buffer between multiple universes. A place where magic thrives, and that keeps worlds from colliding. Back to the point however...the scream, was our mothers dying scream, and it still haunts my mind to this day. My father had finally managed to partially mind control at least one of us, guess who his lucky toy was. He used me, controlling my motor functions, the carry out the assassination of our mother, and her whole counsel. Why? Well let's briefly cover the role of the Veil. The Veil, is the home center for magic, and the guardians of the multiverse. My mother, and father, had married as the guardians of the 1P and 2P universes, as a means of protecting both planes of existence. However my fathers reasons were different, he had bigger plans in mind. My Father's plan was to eliminate all dimensions, and make them as he saw fit. His plan, was to destroy the human personifications of the countries, therefore eliminating the entirety of humanity, and then repopulate with the multiverse with creatures of many kinds. Due to the fact that he had killed our mother, Lara, my twin sister, had chosen to hide in his universe, where as he took me, and brainwashed me. He wore away at my sanity, causing me to lose the innocence I had before. Eventually, I began to believe in his vision. Humans were the scum of the earth, and they either needed leaders with true power, or to be eliminated altogether. Years passed, his brain washing staying strong on my conscience, as it stuck, I moved up in the ranks of his occult. With others, I began to aid in mass genocide, of humans, and beings of magic. We acted like monsters, in the most pure sense. We acted as cannibals, eating the entrails of the dead, and tortured those who we felt like. So many -all of those innocent, lost in an instant...because I didn't, couldn't fight my dads brain washing, and torture. I lost control of myself! Damn ME! I'm a monster -anyway. I don't think anyone will read this, but this story needs to be told before I leave. So to regather myself, as years ticked by, and -I advanced, I was eventually sent on my first solo-mission. My father had entrusted me with a kill mission, and it was to kill the 1P personification of England, Arthur Kirkland. My plan was to wait for him to be at his weakest, and then kill him. It was WWII, and I had become fluent in almost every language, and I had taken the time to learn every law, social norm, and every stereotype for every country. Then I could blend in with my surroundings successfully. Not only that, but I hadn't had to wait very long for him to hit his weakest, in less than a week, the Blitz started. I had been tracking all of Arthur's movements for the past few days, and when the bombings started, Arthur collapsed in agony, he was coughing up blood and smoke. That day the bombs were especially close, and I could tell that he had blacked out from the pain. I hate to say, I smiled at his pain, and that as I approached, I chuckled at his weakness. However, as I drew closer, memories, of my mother, her death, everything that had been stripped from me entered my head. Any humanity I had before, flooded back into my head. "ARTHUR!," I heard an American voice cry out,"BRITAIN! WHERE ARE YOU BRO!?"
That moment pulled me back to who I used to be. It reminded me of who I wanted to be again. And although I couldn't take back anything I had done, I could stop here, and now. Then I noticed a bomb, falling too near us for comfort, it would blow us to pieces. I quickly formed a shield, but it hadn't formed completely, and so the shield shattered right in front of my eyes, and I blacked out from the impact and pain. When I awoke, with bandages, and from what I could tell, a hospital bed, and no one seemed to be around to stop me, I left. As far as I know, it's been over 70 years since then. My father has been trying to kill me since that day, and Lara and I, will occasionally come back to the Veil to see each other. We're sisters after all, even if we literally live in 2 different worlds, and live polar opposite lives. She's told me, that she had a similar experience during the Blitz, and lost a good portion of her hearing saving Arthur's 2p, Oliver Kirkland. She told me she nearly lost herself too. Just because we are our own 1P/2p counterparts, doesn't mean we don't notice if one side or the other is hurt. Any who, this is the last thing to be said, I haven't forgiven myself for what I've done...I just can't. I hate myself, I hate what I've done, and so to atone..., I've been trying to replace my mothers role as guardian. Not that I could ever hold a candle to her, but I am trying, and I hope to succeed. I guess that's it. If you've read this, it means your one step closer to me, and The Veil. I warn you though, I wouldn't get to close, I don't want you to get hurt!
Signed,
Jane Luna of The Veil