Do I own the mummy? No, I don't, but what I do own is a set of skills, but I don't know if writing is one of them. Why don't we wait and see? Please enjoy this story!
Chapter 1
Jonathan and Evelyn,
I know you two are angry at me, but I had to leave. The atmosphere back home was stifling. I needed freedom. I wanted to do something adventurous.
Though, I gather the youngest of us isn't too pleased with me joining the Great War. You two would be pleased to know that I am being looked after. The pilot of the plane that I co-pilot makes sure that my secret remains a secret. Winston thinks it's a riot that I'm able to hide as well as I do.
This war is starting to lag, and it seems as though there's no end in sight. Even when it does end, I don't know what I'll do after. I can't come home, not for a while. I'm sorry if that upsets you two, but please know that I need some time to myself to think. I need to figure out who I am.
With lots of love,
Rose Carnahan
15, January, 1918