It's hard to decide where it all began, really. That's the funny thing about us...it doesn't matter at what age, when you absorb something, it stays. A character always remains with you if you find pleasure in it. My first guide to through the Mists of fantasy was named Peter. Peter Pan. Of course, he has led many people through, but not many people stayed. I dwelt there, every chance I got. But eventually, I got too old. Right before my 14th birthday, while I was visiting, Pan decided I was now "growing up", which is against the rules, so he kicked me out of Neverland. Of course, this angered me the tiniest bit (I nearly destroyed a small part of the Indian Village), but eventually, I got over it. Oh, I still visit Neverland, but as the island no longer accepts me, I find myself in the charming company of pirates. Hook has a bit of a penchant for drowning and keel-hauling people, by the way. Nasty business. But it was strange, being without a Fantasy home. But then, only a few days before my birthday, I saw a movie called Labyrinth. Drawn in, I decided that I would explore a new realm, and met the Goblin King. We didn't have a good first impression. But eventually, we came to an agreement...he would stop sending me extremely disturbing dreams and just rule his bloody kingdom. In return, I would stop putting ideas in his innocent young goblins' minds. It's not my fault, I just taught them a few tricks... but what he failed to mention was his annoying habit of placing himself in your head, and staying there.
I have a small place cleared in my mind for that time between boredom and daydreaming, and he moved in. Then it got worse. He opened his bloody mouth and now comments on EVERYTHING! He pesters me and pesters me...and started calling me Scribe, for whatever reason. Then suddenly, an idea popped up...and Iwrote it down. And the git said I was finally doing my job...so I got the general gist of it after that. I write stories; he stops complaining. Hypothetically, anyway. Of course, so called constructive criticism never hurt anyone. So he says. Actually, sometimes it's interesting to hear his "comments" on my daily life. That, and after he moved in, others soon followed...Not just denizens of his kingdom, either. The Phantom of the Opera is here, as is Graverobber and the (dis)honorable CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. It's crowded. HELP ME! Then their female counterparts moved in...and we can't forget the Doctor and his TARDIS...and all those Harry Potter characters...But of course, His Royal Highness takes second to no other. So it's mostly gonna be all about him. If he can stop fighting with all the others...and flirting with one in particular...(no, not you Harkness. Shut up, you flirt. I mean Sarah. Who needs a clue...really hard upside the head.) Anyway, at least my life is interesting. Hectic, but interesting. May the gods and whoever else takes it upon themselves to listen to the lament of my pitiful soul preserve what lttle sanity I have left. I'm gonna need it to keep the goblins out of my brothers' room... Lucky for me I have my trusty assistants, Quill, Skeetch, Hop and Skip. I'm not kidding about the last two names, either. I blame the King. Of course, I blame a lot of these things on him lately...That's what he gets for wreaking so much havoc at first. Not my fault I retaliate against authority sometimes. Anyway, that's the first installment. I only hope I survive the flames sure to come...OOH, Skip brought marshmellows! Ok, bring on the heat, we're ready for you!