The Finding of a Certain Pendant

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Hello. I am Arthur Kirkland... or at least one of them. Due to quiet a few of... persistent people, I have decided to write down my numerous adventures of skipping through different universes. But before all that, I must tell you about how this all started.....

[ Hello! This is the admin... So, I was bored and decided to write this. So all you people who've been bothering me, here it is! If you have any ideas for the other universes, I'll gladly look them over!  As a warning, nothing really interesting will happen yet. This is a sort of leading, prologue-ish chapter.]

The Finding of a Certain Pendant

It was a rather normal day for me. I was in my London house at the time, and it was quite considerable weather. The sun was shining, with a picturesque blue sky, with a few clouds. The fairies were flying around in my yard, up to their games, as the brownies played their pranks.

I was in my kitchen at the time, about to make some scones, for later. And to whoever is out there reading this, they are most certainly not as bad as all the stalkers/fans put them!

Anyways, I was putting my ingredients on my counter, to make sure I had enough.Rummaging through a pantry, I pulled out some flour, setting it on the counter. Hm... butter, check. Eggs, check. Flour, check. Sugar, check. Salt, check. Backing Soda and Cream of Tartar, check. Milk and che...wait, what? Oh for God's sake... the brownies must have taken it... again.

I whipped around, glaring, as a few peals of laughter floated from the cabinet. I swear, if the bloody little things weren't magic... I would have killed them a long time ago. Or at least banished them well away from my houses.

I sighed, shoving the eggs and butter back into the refrigerator. No point in letting them spoil if I was to buy more milk...

Walking out of the kitchen, I grabbed a coat from the back of a chair. It was a coat I had recently bought, a light brown tan shade. Putting on the coat, I headed to the door, slipping on a pair of shoes, and finally stepping outside. After turning to lock the door, I started out, walking down to the streets.

My house was slightly isolated, on a type of hill. I had chosen an isolated place for the fairies... Not that the bloody little things really showed any appreciation... I walked down the driveway, watching out for fairies. I had quite a few calls with almost running into and stepping on a few.. Those were incidents I most certainly do not want to repeat.

Finally reaching my gate, I stepped out, before turning to close it, before walking along the streets. It was a rather fine day out, so quite a few people were out and about.

Stopping to let a few children run past, I made my way into the market area. It was as busy as usual, if not more. People were rushing by, as shopkeepers yelled out there stores. I strolled along, hands behind my back.

That was when it happened.

"Mr. Kirkland. Or should I say....England." A voice whispered, from an alley way. "Won't you come this way?"

I froze solid. Nobody should have know that. In this town, I was strictly known as Arthur Kirkland. No human should know of the personification of all the nations, much less recognize me. Who was this?!

"Please, hurry up. C'mon, England." The voice spoke again, persistent.

Turning around quickly, I stepped into the alley. I was going to find out who this person was. Someone who knew about us could be potentially dangerous...That was how many of the elder nations, such as Ancient Greece had died.

"Alright, where are you?" I glared, looking around. "Show yourself!" I crossed my arms, warily. The alley was dimly lit, despite the bright sun.

"Over here...." I turned, to see a figure step out of the shadows. It was a smaller figure, wearing a black, hooded cloak. I couldn't see the person's face, but they appeared to be rather young...

"What do you want?" Warily, I crossed my arms. It didn't look like there would be any violence...but one could never know. 

"Oh, nothing much....but wouldn't you take this pendant off my hands?" The figure held up something that gleamed silver, in the faint light.

Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that. "...What? Why?"

"Because. I'm tired of being the cursed Keeper. And seeing as you like the magic and supernatural in this universe, I assume you can take over the job." The figure sighed.

"Keeper? This Universe? What the...?" I stared openly. Either this person was insane...or some serious strong magic.

"Agh. Well, my time's up here. Catch." The figure sighed, tossing me the bronze item.

"Huh? What?" Out of reflex, I caught it. Now that I could see it better, it looked to be a pendant of sorts. It was shaped like a type of Celtic cross, made of silver metal. "This is.." I looked to the figure.

"Well, ta-ta!" The figure waved dismissively, starting to fade away.

"Wait-" I started, then stopped. The person was gone. I sighed, looking at the Celtic Cross. Whether I liked it or not, I was certainly stuck with the thing.

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