It's part of this place, see? The Walkers stalking us, hunting our name. It's not u or me. There's us, n our home n its people. There's the Hedge n our neighbours beyond. N Worlds beyond that, in this time n in others. It's all a warp n weft of the fabric that flows from Sanctuary's loom. So no, not ur fault. We all face the same challenge, tho it's different 4 each.
Rogue's story is tied 2 the Grave Walkers, who r tied to our Briarwood. Spookin' is his business. 'S y the Ole Man let's him stay. - A
Nuther story that, eh? - Runt
;-) True that. But we've heard the talk, u n I. N me guts churning. Not a good time a year to be a lone hunter. - A
U'll b lone till u finds him... - R
True. But Over Hedge is not strange 2 me. I've friends. N when I'm gone Beauty'll need 1, eh? N that's u, k? Oh, n eh. She sleeps soon. So I'm chargin u, keep watch. - A
In a small corner of Sanctuary are worlds and times that exist, out of sync or in, all being tiny glimpses of a greater tapestry. One such place, the land of the Fae, has a castle, of sorts, that is totally surrounded by a brambled wood. So we begin, in the Worlds of Sanctuary, with the Faelan Stories. And what better, when being introduced to the weird and wonderful, than starting with something slightly familiar. Here we have the sometimes Sleeping Beauty. Ps: It's a story so oldest posts 1st.
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