My Beginnings

It all started about 25 years ago when my mother arrived in Vintage. She would clean houses and shops for whatever she could earn. She would work 12 to 14 hours a day just to make ends meet. It was one of these jobs where she met my father. My father was the son of one of her clients; he was taken by her shyness and work ethic. He began dating my mother and they fell in love. It was shortly after he proposed marriage that my mother revealed a secret that she had been hiding. She was a changeling. She promised my father to never reveal her true race and with that promise my mother became a passer. A passer is one who gives up their changeling identity and assumed the identity of another race.All was going well my father and mother, both worked at a winery and were making good money, they owned a nice cottage, and were well respected in the small village of Vintage. That was all put into jeopardy the day my mother became pregnant with me. Not knowing if I would be human or worse a changeling my parents created an intricate plan. My parent’s claims my mothers mother had taken ill and they had to go and take care of her, they sold the cottage and left the town of Vintage. Instead they moved to an isolated forest until I was born. To their demise I was born a changeling. Changeling children are unable to control their changing abilities until they are about two years old. So for two years my parents lived off the land and raised me to be a human child punishing me if a purposeful changed shaped. Just over two years after they left Vintage they returned with their two-year-old human baby and with the story that my grandmother had passed away. They returned back to their jobs at the vineyard, saved their money and bought a cottage. In their eyes all was as it was suppose to be.For years I grew up as a human child playing with the other human children. I knew I was different, but I was far too frightened to ever change shape for fear of my parent’s punishment and their constant reminder of all they had given up for me. So for years I lived in constant fear of my secret that could ruin my parent’s lives and so I never changed shape.When I turned fourteen the unthinkable happened, my mother became sick and died a few months later. I was very angry at the world for taking my mother. My father became withdrawn and reserved. My father and I began to lose a closeness we once possessed when my mother was still alive. I needed a way to still feel close to my mother and knowing that she was a shape changer I began experimenting with my abilities. This felt so natural and so right that I began taking on different personalities and going into public and interacting with people as someone else. This ability, that my mother had denied herself, made me feel closer to my mother and further from my father. I in fact began to resent my father for forcing my mother to deny her shape-changing heritage. For the next several years I honed my shape changing abilities and began to what to know more about my race. Knowing that my father didn’t know about shape-changers and would be greatly upset to know I had been shape-changing behind his back I chose to let my old life go and explore the world finding more out about my heritage and having the freedom to change shape whenever I wanted. So I headed to Passage the closest city I knew anything about.