Dear Lara, I'm writing to inform you that while you may not be a mermaid, I was in fact right about everything. No, seriously; everything. I know this is worrying news and - even in my eyes - unlikely, but being that I'm currently sat in a castle that is under attack from, dare I say it, some form of half dragon that got a tiny bit offended when I called it "sweet"... I don't think either of us is in any place to be questioning anything. If this letter reaches you then I'm either, a) dead, b) being sexually harassed by a half dragon (just don’t question it, okay. It's better that way), or c) having a make out session with a Demon whilst on the run from the forces of nature, quite literally. The thing is, Lara; life isn't what its lying ass has deluded as all into thinking. It's freaking wonky, Lara; and a little bit bonkers. I have a tattoo, my adoptive parents are dead, my adoptive sister is in love with a witch and my real parents? Let’s just say that we have different views on the subject of murder.... and cupcakes. Run for your life, Lara, because I was right about "them" and I've only got one more thing to say. I FREAKING TOLD YOU SO! But that’s unimportant now. What’s important is that you run. Run like you've never done before. Watch out for mirrors (no seriously, there was this thing and... yeah; it wasn't fun) I'm getting off track here and his royal highness is screaming at me to I quote, "stop writing a junked up letter and put on some bloody clothes because half-dragon-human babies are out of the question you crazy-ass ginger!", So yeah, I gota go. But just so you know, boarding school’s been a blast! You should try it. Love your ass, may the mushrooms be with you (seriously, they scare of the bird men), Keira x P.S – Bobbie from English? He's a Demon. And has one HELL of a crush on you. – No one believes Keira and her crazy antics. Little do they know; she’s right. "They" are coming and time is running out; quite literally.