Seems like Fallen Heavens won't be updating for some time so I made this filler.
Robin is one of the principles workers. Someone also asked for cannon characters so I added a bit in the end.


I sat on the outside the window of some poor pupil that was now on the principles naughty list.
The girl inside twirled and giggled throwing herself onto the bed. She placed a book on the desk, a large red book that had been stolen from the principles private library. Inside was every story known to Anderson heights. There was Alice in wonderland and Cinderella all the way too the three billy goat gruffs.
The girl switched of the light and rolled herself up under the covers. I continued to sit there for exactly 11 minutes before I opened the window and slid inside, my hunting boots soundless against the floor. My uniform didn't even swish. I picked up the large book and placed a small white envelope with a large red seal on it. It was a letter from the principle to the girl. I had no idea what it contained, that wasn't my job. I walked back to the window, climbed out and made my leave. The girl would be in hell tomorrow.

After delivering the book to my boss I made my way home. There I looked into the mirror.
I had spiky long hair about 10cm in each direction. I had two long spikes coming out of left and right that resembled dog ears in a way only a bit too droopy.
I was wearing a emerald green skirt along wih the rest of my uniform, long white socks and my hunter boots, I looked a right mess. My shirt wrinkled and blood on my tie. I should clean this...
I walked into my room and slipped into pjs and put my hood back on. It's a weird piece. It was sleeveless and went down to my knees and the hood was still took big. Then again that was Grandmas style.

I put the washing on and went to do homework.
I sat at a large oak desk with a matching chair. I picked up my pen and books and set too work.
'Ask one of your readers a question. What was the answer.'
I breathed deaply and concentrated
'Who are you?"
"I am Natalia, personification of Belarus."
"Really? Why is someone so old reading my story?"
"This story is over a hundred years old. It cannot be yours."
Robin felt the reader close the book, the conversation ended there, she could no longer talk to the 'Natalia' plus she had done his before. The was a 4 year old once that said she was a unicorn. For all she knew Natalia was some wanna be.

I wrote my answer carefully, maths was easy and so was business studies.
However I wonder who that girl really was...


TROL A LOL- I'm uploading the next one as you read!