One a the ways they gets u is eye ball to eye ball after the thorn's got 'em, but b4 they pass. Tricky work, that. Gettin' them down when they's like that.
N u'll find, when a Walker has ur name, as u go about ur days ur fears will ride u, for no reason. Well, it's the Walkers. They know how to prod them. N they tap into u n feed off ur crazy that comes of it. That energy gives them substance. It gives them life. N with ur name they don't dies the same any more. So they get further in the Briar this time. N they's motivated now, eh? Cuz now they know what's on the other side of the Barrier.
Food...
U...
- SB
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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