She hadn't chosen this life. She hadn't chosen to be the next head of the Naga clan, and she sure as hell hadn't chosen to the prophesised first female head who was destined to lead the clan to their former glory. She was doing just fine as an upcoming part time inventor, full time archaeologist, foraging through ancient Aztec temples, and uncovering hidden Roman treasure on her beloved Edward, the clockwork motorbike she built from scratch and specially adapted to accompany her on her adventures. It didn't matter that she was still only in her first year at Redbridge University, or that the Royal Society of Archaeology were attempting to blacklist her and get their hands on her inventions (they were still desperately trying to buy Edward from her), she loved what she was doing.