Oye! That Bowyer musta know'd n didn't say sheite. Hey! OW! Ya little Shyster. Stop with the arrows n let me in! I'll b throwin' u out on yer ear when we's done! Eh! A me daughter that! Lemme in! Eeoww!
Fine then! U best keep her safe ya little freaker! I gots no time 4 this sheite. Still gonna out u when alls calm, hear?! N no small bits a Fae blood or what ever it is u have in ur veins will save u, hear??!! Ur people don't wants ya, n neither do I!!
- Ogre
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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