Are you sure that you want to hear my story?
It's not a happy one. My story is one of loss, being lost, and rebirth. Where should I begin?
I know- I'll start at the beginning.
It all began with that day when I found that necklace...
Everyone had always told me that I was an attractive young woman, with my blue green eyes and strawberry blonde hair. I had inherited my father's height, standing at an impressive five foot, ten inches. I think that's what attracted my now ex-boyfriend, Christian, who is probably in his mid-eighties by now.
It had to have been a month before we broke up. We were out walking in the woods. The locals had called those woods "Adrian's Woods", due to the fact that the original owner's name was Adrian.
If I recall correctly, we were near the river that flowed smoothly through the forest. I spotted something shiny on the ground; from where I stood, it appeared to be a necklace. As I approached it, I found that I was correct.
Christian, at this point, was nearby looking for a way to get across the river. There wasn't a bridge anywhere in sight, so he went looking for a fallen tree or something to help us across.
I suddenly heard Christian call my name. He had apparently found a way across.
"Gwen! C'mon, I found a way!"
He had found a way across indeed. This fallen tree was magnificent. Not only that; it was also absolutely huge! Unusual for a tree around here, the trees were usually small in stature.
He was already across when I got there but decided to come back and meet me halfway; meeting me in the middle.
I wanted to show him the necklace that I had found, it was...exquisite for lack of a better word. So, I did. He totally agreed; I wanted to give it to him because at that time I was totally in love with him. I believed him to be my other half; my soul mate. I was young- I didn't know any better.
However, he refused to take it. Repeatedly, I told him that I really wanted him to have it. But he still wouldn't take it.
He told me, "Gwen, this is a very unique necklace. I want someone equally unique to have it. I am not that person. You are- so you should keep it."
Good thing too, because the next day, I found that I had made some...drastic changes. And there would be more to come.
Okay, so I lied. They weren't drastic at first. I had never been a very good singer but I still enjoyed it. The only people who I had ever sung in front of were my dad and Christian.
It was my turn to wash the dishes that day. My dad and I took turns washing them.
Ever since I was young, I sang along with the radio so it eventually became a habit of mine to sing along while doing chores; especially when I washed the dishes.
Now, remember, I had never been much of a singer. Luckily my dad and Christian put up with it.
However, when I opened my mouth and started singing that time, I knew that something was different but I didn't know what. That is, until I was finished washing the dishes and found Christian standing in the kitchen doorway.
He was just standing there, staring at me; entranced, I could tell. Although, at the time, I didn't know why.
Then I found out.
"Gwen, since when could you sing like that?"
I told him that I didn't know what he was talking about and that flattery would get him nowhere.
"No offense but I'm not trying to flatter you 'Wen. But it's completely true. I've never heard a more beautiful voice. Did you get voice lessons without me knowing or something?"
That is when I had an inkling that something weird was going on.