So the first chapter is up. After a lot of rewrites and me putting it off to the side I finally started it. Now a present for all of you who have been crazy enough to wait for this.
Stacey sat on her bed. She still couldn't believe it. Who would attack an old woman for no reason? She picked up the envelope her grandmother had left for her on the table.
Dear Stacey,
I've been thinking a lot lately about thing I never told you. My life wasn't always simple and I don't mean the lifestyle your grandfather used to personify. Even that life seems easy in comparison. I know this makes no since now but it will. I had hoped that you would manage to live a life away from all of it and I still hold out hope that your fight won't be like ours. I hope you will be able to always see the light because so many times we were lost in darkness. Once we had an advisor and I'm sure she will help you but W.I we probably won't be able to help. I wish I could tell you myself. I don't think I'll have the chance.
Tears slipped from Stacey's eyes. Why was this happening? Had her grandmother known she was going to be attacked? She flipped the paper over thankful there was more than that cryptic paragraph.
Now over the years I made sure the next generation would have all the information they would need. I didn't know who would take our place so I hid the book. You are the Heir to the Heart only you can find the book and what is inside of it. In time you will learn your duties and responsibilities as a Guardian. For now I know you will do your best and that your best will save lives.
I wish I could tell you that everything will be alright or that will see each other again. I don't know and I'm not willing to lie to you. You'll have your grandfather though, and many, many friends to help you on your path. I hope that they serve you as well as they did me in my time. I love you, sweetheart. You will be great.
Until we meet again,
Wilhelmina Vandom-Olsen
That night she fell asleep on a wet pillow, the letter clutched in her hand. She had no clue what any of it meant but it was her grandmother's last words. She would never let them go.