Prologue:
I was calling my best friend, Maria, to see if she could come over. We had been planning a story and I wanted to get started. "Great! We can get together at 1:30." I said, before hanging up. Once I did, I headed over to my computer and started playing Heta-Oni. But, as soon as it came up, I was hit on the head. "Aah!"
You will find who you are…back in time. A voice said. It was so familiar. I just couldn't place it. It had an accent, but what was it?
What? What did he mean, 'find who you are…?' I know who I am. I am Margaruite Ciel, I go by Mitchie, and I am a brunette, brown eyed girl. I am descended from keiser Wilhelm the First, and I take great pride in my German and Prussian heritage. I am Italian, French, British, and a whole lot of other things that I honestly have no clue what they are. My best friends are Maria Jessica, Stephan, and Cole. Ugh, I feel so tired now. What's that sticky feeling on my head? Blood? Ugh, great. So this is what dying feels like.
I heard the creepy music of Heta-Oni, when I was laying on the ground. Mein Gott (AN: Mitchie knows German, so that's why she'll speak German now and again. She said: My God.) I forgot to mute the music... I thought, attempting to get up from my bloody puddle. Once I sat up, however, I laid back down. It wasn't the headache that was coming on. It was the blood. I am terrified of seeing blood. That's why I only do archery. You don't see the victim's blood unless you're close.
As soon as I laid back, a weird voice was chanting something. Now that was definitely British. I've seen enough British TV to recognize that accent anywhere. I closed my eyes, as a deep sleep came over me. Then, I felt as if I was falling.
Maria, sorry I won't be awake for when you come. When you do, wake me. I don't care how, just wake me up. I thought, as I was slipping into unconsciousness. She would be so mad at me when she sees I'm asleep, with my little duck I named Gilbird next to me.