Mnemosyne’s Point of View Selene, with her piercing blue eyes and a mischievous smile, looked at me with a hint of curiosity. Her lips curled into a sly smirk as she took in my chosen name. "Interesting choice of name," she remarked, her voice dripping with amusement. I raised an eyebrow at her. "You don't like it?" I asked, wondering if I had made a mistake in choosing my name. "It's nice," Selene admitted with a shrug. "Just not what I would have expected." “Frig for a last name? Were you asking for conflict?” Selene's voice was laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement. “Although, I must admit Alya is a stunning choice for your first name.” A small smile graced her lips as she spoke. I shrugged nonchalantly, hiding my pride in the names I had chosen. Frig, the Norse deity of f

