The Passer: Prologue

''The life of a Passer. It consists of forsaking your past and who you are because you fear yourself and the people around you. That is the life I live.''    – Lia

Lia: I’m tired of it.

Lia scans her bedroom she has known all her life. She can hear her mother moving around in the other room, shifting on her makeshift bed. She can feel the dirt underneath her bare feet. And, she can taste the bitter air inside her underground hideout. Lia turns to her cracked mirror and her lips try to force a small smile.

The life of a changeling is hard. Most live as thieves or disguise themselves as another race and most actually enjoy it, but Lia has never felt that luxury. She runs her hands through her dirty white hair. As a changeling she can make herself look however she wants, but her mother has always told her to take pride in who she is.

But little does her mother know that she plans on escaping this hole they live in and finding a new life. There has to be a better life than this. Lia grabs her bright yellow cloak and pulls it over her body. Then, once her mother is fast asleep, she sets out into the night.