AN open letter to my characters because they are conspiring in silence not to reveal their story to me.

 They pretend to be compliant but they are really as stubborn and disobedient as wilful children.

‘That’s because we have our own wills’, they cry.

‘But what is your story?’ I ask. ‘Why am I telling it? You are all such interesting people and I want to hang out with you but what is it that happened in your world?’

What secret is the Ecclesian forest hiding?

What lies in the underworld of the city of Rhaegaard? And sunny Castle Calaren high above the vibrant harbour town and bright ocean, what lies in the caverns in the cliffs?

Marius, Star Blanket Weaver, where does your heart lie? Are you bound to the solitary life of a Weaver, working at night amongst the stars? Are you loyal to Lady Ingrid as your leader or do you admire her for other reasons? Do you know her secret? Would your feelings for her change if you did?

Lady Ingrid, from security guard in the city to leader of the Chapter House. How did that happen?

And evil Chief Onotu, does the Star Assembly know you murdered your brother to become leader? What is it about the Prophecy that frightens you into threatening Andra’s life?

The words of the ancient prophecy concern you. Are they about you? When they speak of stars falling is it your Star Assembly it refers to? You made the stars fall on the night of the airship crash when fire rained down on the Chapter House. Could that be what is meant? Could your striving be for nothing? You are constantly humiliated by the good guys and yet you continue to pursue their downfall. Or is it because they show you up at each encounter that your hatred goes on?

And what of our heroine, Andra? Young and impulsive trying to find her way in a world full of people who are not what they seem, all telling her what she should do. Who are you going to listen to?

Your Fire Lizard, Bronte, who is so often your conscience, your Master Weaver, Marius or the Lady Ingrid, your guardian who saved you, or even the young, handsome and flirtatious Prince Tobias or his quieter younger brother, Darien. Where does your heart end up?

Do you embrace your destiny as daughter of the Prophecy or do you resist it? 

Come on all of you, what happens next? Is what you have told me so far, right?

Is there another point of view I need to take?

Yield to my pen, as you would yield to Onotu’s sword. Weave your story, Weaver’s Apprentice, let the threads reveal it.

Self contained Lady Ingrid, be uncontained, spill your story, share with me.

And so my characters I ask that you let me tell your stories; let your world fill my blank pages.

Sincerely,

The Author.