Changeling Novel Excerpt
Project Title: Changeling Novel Excerpt
Project Type: Project Planning & Brainstorming for Content Development
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Concept
The basis of the plot involves a missing/dead mother of a royal family who was hiding a supernatural secret. Her daughter now faces the same changes within herself. This excerpt comes from a letter that the mother writes to her daughter.
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Excerpt
I used to be normal—just a simple girl, living in a simple time, in a simple world. I had a doting husband, two gleeful children, and a house that glowed when the sun hit off of its alabaster exterior. I was a proper girl in the public eye who always followed the rules. I say ‘girl’ because girls have light, happy thoughts and few worries. I became a woman shortly after it happened. My thoughts became dark, my memories distant. I can vividly remember the faces of my husband, my son, my daughter, and the gruesome, deformed creatures that came after. The rest, the laughs and tears, are no more than vague memories—the remnants of details in a dream that one cannot quite grasp.
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This is the story of my life, not told from the beginning and not quite reaching the end. It is not an easy event to recount. Regardless, I am telling this to you so that you will know what happened to me, and what will happen to you. If you are reading this, then I am dead. Do not be afraid, my child! I have not left you alone…at least, that is my hope. This is a difficult time and one wrong move could prove to be fatal. Things will come to light that you will not fully understand—things you were never meant to know. If you are reading this, and I pray that you are not, then the changes have already begun in you. By Grace! Let me have at least this much! Should you be spared my fate, my soul will be able to rest peacefully in the Pit.
Alas, if you truly are reading this forsaken note, then that has not been the case. I never was a creature of much luck. For you to have received this correspondence, proves that my companion has seen the changes in you and delivered my last words as your final breath of hope. Should he still be alive and well enough to manage this letter’s delivery, be certain to seek him out. He will not make his presence known to you, for that would be far too perilous a task. You will have to find him of your own volition. In all you do, remember this: trust is something easily turned against you. My companion will protect you; others—all others—are not to be trusted, no matter how much you might love them. I have learned this throughout my years—time and time again. It is a cruel lesson, from a calloused teacher. Listen to me and do not repeat my mistakes. My dear daughter, I will not fail you, though it may seem as though I already have.