Author's Note: This story was inspired by the following lines. I acknowledge that if Gwendolyn had actually written this letter, a large number of the words would have been misspelled. For the sake of my sanity and yours, I spelled everything correctly. More may follow this if you're interested-please let me know. I have a few other scenes I'd like to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or setting, I'm just borrowing them from the lovely Diana Wynne Jones.
"You didn't see the heart-wringing letter I wrote."
"She gave me the impression you had drowned with your parents."
Dear Mr. Chrestomanci,
My name is Gwendolyn Chant. I live in Wolvercote, alone in this world after the tragedy last year which claimed the lives of both of my parents. I've tried desperately to polish my talents, but with no mentor to guide me, I'm left to anguish in my desolate state, trying to learn as best I can. I know my mother and father would have wanted better for my brother and I—they would have wanted me to be taken care of by someone who can guide me. I know that under your guidance I could truly blossom into a woman that would make my parents proud. I know it may seem strange to hear from my family after such a long silence, but I'm turning to you, because you're my only chance for salvation from this lonely world I've been deserted in.
Yours in dire distress,
Gwendolyn Chant
Author's Note: The next prompt I'd like to work on is:
"You're some sort of cousin of ours, didn't you know?"
(If you're interested in reading more DWJ fiction by me, please review and let me know!)