See, Runt, us who gets the thorn prick, our bodies n minds don't grow in sync with the rest of the worlds. Sanctuary gives no haste to our growth. Our minds branching even slower than our trunks n limbs. Part of that's the Thorn and part is this place. The Bramblewood wot makes up the Hedge filters Time as it flows thru. Not steady, soes u can measure. It bobs n weaves, weaving us in its fabric as it passes...
- Arrow
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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