Have you ever wondered what it’s like to simultaneously lose absolute control of your life, yet have more control than ever? What it’s like to be forcefully kidnapped from your home, albeit bleak home, and then dragged into war after war after war?
It sounds kind of bothersome doesn’t it? Well, it is, but at the same time it’s not.
At this point you’re probably wondering what I’m talking about, and I suppose I am slightly insane, and rambling, but it’s for a good reason.
My name used to be Emma, I was a completely normal girl, unassuming, non-magical, living in Norway. Going day by day reading fan fictions, stories, anything I could get my hands on to live through a character instead of being bored on good ol’ earth.
Then suddenly I wasn’t Emma anymore. There was no truck, lightning, there was no godly being, no deity.
It was battles, wars, love, life, happiness, sadness, rage, agony. Not exactly in that order.
I’m not even sure anyone will ever read these journals, as where I am right now is slightly inaccessible, but I suppose only time will tell.
So where do we begin? I suppose like any other tale, at the beginning.
Haven't read the story yet, but, 5 years old daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw a few years before Harry Potrer???
It will be explained xD, I figured a lot of people would scratch their head at that one.