Living a
sequestered life in magical village named, Albion Falls.
Sophia's only
friend, a fairy named Rosalba, provides a welcome source of comfort and
support.
It is a lie.
Rosalba is not what she appears to be.
Rosalba's sinister
intention to devour Sophia's soul becomes the focus of her parents. Sophia's
family and the local villagers try to protect this young woman.
Unknown to Sophia,
destiny calls for her to become the Princess of the skin-walkers. A way of life
shared secretly by all who surround her.
The announcement of
Sophia's plan to leave Albion Falls brings the crisis to a head, as Sophia must
fight for her life against the evil witch who deceived all for many years.
CHAPTER
ONE: WHY?
Why would anyone in
twenty-twelve want to write a memoir they could never publish? It would seem
almost vain in comparison to Facebook, Twitter or any popular social network,
also known as online diaries.
However, my life is
not like most. If I had known, I know, right? How many of us go through life
wondering about those “what ifs,” or what would have happened if we had said or
thought of a snappier comeback?
Regrets? Sure, we all
have them. Some are made from honest mistakes, and others, such as the “what
ifs”—there is no avoiding them. Such is life, my life.
Mom used to say,
“Sophia, you can’t change the past, so stop looking back.”
I have often wondered
who she was trying to kid?
I mean, even when I
try not to think about the past, it still haunts me.
All I have to do is
close my eyes and fall asleep. In little to no time, it is back. Of course, it
is under a different name. Some people call them nightmares, others call them
bad dreams, but me, I call them reality.
Instead of writing a
memoir filled with dates and quick points of boring ‘Dear Diary’ crap, I decided
to share the whole story with you, from the very beginning. It is something I
wish my mother had done for me.
This story will
explain be the reason for my death, well, if I die that is. There is a slim
chance I will finish telling you this story before I—well, only one in three of
our kind survive giving birth.
Maybe an online diary
would have been a better way to share my story, but if I have learned anything
in my little time on earth, it is that secrets are secrets for a reason.
So little ones, if you
are reading, this and I am no longer around to read it to you, I want you to
know that my nightmare was also my dream come true.
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