Here is my NaNo work. Rough of course, but I'm exciting about it because 1) I'm writing something new and 2) because I'm planning on making a series of this idea. Tell me what you think.
You’ve
been deceived. I know my reputation precedes me, but all that’s been told, and
all that you’ve heard is nothing more than a superfluity of fabrications meant
to destroy me. They wish to extinguish any remaining embers of the fire that
burns within me so that I may give up my quest. How? Through their words they’ve transformed
me from a kind and caring, albeit sometimes mischievous creature, into a
monster. But truly, I’m not so much different from you.
The
stories you’ve heard about me leading weary travelers astray, switching babies
at birth, or eating souls are simply untrue, though I admit I’m always up for a
good prank. Harmless tricks are instinctive to my kind, but I don’t slink down
alleyways and sewers, eavesdropping on the desperate and dejected to find a
suitable victim for my next ruse. Alleyways frighten me and I will not slog
through shit for even the funniest of pranks.
My
skin is not red; I do not carry a pitchfork, have a tail dangling from my ass,
nor possess horns— though my ears are a tad pointy. I have no talons, claws, or any other animal
like features including wings, though I’m able to render some for you if you
wish to fly.
Those
who’ve tarnished my character have much to gain, but I have everything to lose.
And their motivations stem from nothing more than man’s need for possessions
and power. They turned me into a monstrosity
to keep kith and kin chasing after me. When they began, they had no idea how
long this hunt would last, how many fathers would pass the legend that is me down
to their sons. Now centuries later, though the families of Strauss and Dietrich
still know my origins, though not in its entirety and not in truth, the rest of
the world does not. For the others deceived by the lies of those families, my
name is now equated to a folklore tale of terror, a boogey man, a nightmare.
My
goal now, is to end, once and for all, the avaricious pursuits of the Houses of
Strauss and Dietrich, untether myself from the one thing that keeps me
vulnerable to the greed of all man and subsequent captivity, and locate the
girl from the prophecies.
But
mostly my wish is to clear the name of Stilzchen,
and to find my happily ever after.