welcome to the very beginning. well, not the real beginning but you get my point. this is a story about my daughter, p'soria kl'ian.
i, am queen n'anrii. my husband, the king, isn't here at the moment, he's off celebrating the birth of our precious daughter with the
people. plortüya is a wonderful place to be, of course, it's hard for humans to reach since we're a planet ourselves.
let me give you some insight, plortüya is the fourth planet in our solar system, it's a mix of red and orange with some peach you
could say. explaining it in earth words is a bit hard to do. our home planet is about 97 000 light years from your milky way. that's
why humans don't know about it yet, except you and whomever you share this with because you humans blabber all the same.
today is january 2nd, a day after p'soria was born into the royal family. i will do my best to raise and care for her but i don't think
i have everything to keep her calm. she's always watching television about earth, cartoons, humans dancing across a screen
and singing, it's all dreadful to me but she enjoys it so i turn it on and leave the room so i don't lose my sanity. when she was born
i knew there was greatness in her, there has to be, if she's anything like her mother that is.
i can hear her turning in her crib, i must go and feed her. i shall continue my writing another time.
gehen bonne mirupafshim.
( good bye. )
The queen placed the book down on her table as she turned to the large crib near the window next to her bed. Crouching down as she picked up the small woman while smiling gently as he held onto her