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Peter, it's cute that you think it's a secret, but really, it isn't.

[Edit]: My brother is a complete and utter prat.

Judgment, Death and the Tower.

I'm putting my cards away for a while. The same three haunt my readings like a bad omen and I no longer wish to look upon them and think of the darkness that is coming.

I am going to take a break. Anyone seeking a reading will not be able to find me. Anyone that is merely seeking my company will.

So...this glorified type writer is rather interesting. I thought it was only best that I make a proper introduction...since the first was rather erratic and I was a bit on edge about the conditions in which I arrived here.

I'm Lucy Pevensie though. I was born in 1932 but...here I am in 2008 and only seventeen. It is rather crazy if you ask me.

Oh...and this might sound like an odd request but should anyone see a Faun or a swashbuckling mouse could you please let me know?

Well. This isn't Narnia. Or home. Or anything remotely familiar. And I don't think I drank that much at last night's party.

In other words: This could be a bit problematic, then.

Well, this can't be good...

Peter? Susan? Luce? ...Anyone remotely helpful?