So the Hedge is made of all kinds a brambles, eh? Each one sourced in the hard thoughts a the Ole Man's mind. Each babe born inside the Bramblewood is pricked with a special thorn. 1 that sets us apart from the Worlds. In here, our time runs different. - Arrow
Wot thorn?? - Runt
Hah! 1 story @ a time, eh?
So, people outside don't know wot it's like in here. They all think it's something they don't got. - 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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