"I am Elira. I need two swords because I have two hands. It also means I can decapitate at least two people at once. I would advise you to have four." I bluntly stated. I had little patience for people I did not know, and was unlikely to meet again. Who do you claim to be child?" It cringed as I called it child. A steely look was cast out over all of the beings that appeared to be here.
"Who do you think you are!" It asked me, well more stated at me.
I repeated "I am Elira." I still said cold as stone. Nobody apeared to answer to my statement Obviously they wern't aware of me. I could relax and ditch the outershell.
I tried again. This time with emotion in my voice.
"Please, I am Elira and I need to know where I am. I can't contact my authour or anything." They all took steps back. Great now they think I have a split personality.
Eventually a woman who appeared normal stood forwards.
"Apparently this is the hideout for misfit charachters."
"I am NOT misfit! I have a story, I have three infact!"
"When was the last time your authour wrote you?"
I sighed, "Quite a while. She hasn't forgotten about me but I guess I don't have a place then." I had realised I wasn't going anywhere. Its just when my Bently had started to run I thought something was begining at least. "So where are you all from then?"
I looked around as they all seemed a little reluctant to answer.