In a land where stories that are woven in thread become life, Aura The Rover must learn to accept her fate as the New Spinner
In the Land of Telltale, the most important person is not the King, or Queen, or even a hero of some kind. Rather, the most important person in all the land is a little old gypsy woman sitting at a loom and weaving. But don't be deceived by her outward appearance, for great magic lies within the threads of her tapestries. She is The Spinner, the one person responsible for spinning all the myths, legends, and fairytales ever told. And after hundreds of years at the loom, the time has finally come to seek an apprentice.
Aura is a mischievous young rover – a nuisance, as some call her – with a knack for getting into trouble. Even without being the Rogue’s daughter, who could honestly trust a girl with such unnerving blue eyes? Surely she is a witch, or perhaps a sorceress. But Aura has never believed in such things…
Until one day her curiosity carries her too close to an old Gypsy woman’s cart.
(This is a piece started for nanowrimo 09. It’s not finished and still very rough. I am open to all critiques. Be honest: I’m tough. :D)