Arrow? Wot squeak was in the grass last nite 'sides me? - Runt
Mice. We topped their nest. - Arrow
So dry grass had 2 go back? Bunch a noise makers. Huh. House ones gets chased out. - R
Yup. But that's my house. The field is theirs. - A
So? Waz a Grave Walker anyway?? - R
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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