You'll probably wonder why I needed it so badly. The truth is that without it, the story just doesn't feel quite like the one I wanted to write.
(This is for my middle grade: The Seven Tales of Trinket)
A Story Begins
My father was a teller of tales. It runs in the blood I think, for never have I loved anything so much as a story.
Except for my mother, of course.
I loved her well.
Her death was the worst thing I’d ever known. Worse even than when my father left and never came back, for I was so small I scarcely knew him.But it was my mother’s last breaths that begin this story, for each story must have a beginning. That is the first thing a storyteller must learn.
It goes on a bit longer, but you get the idea.