So little Miz Sleeping Beauty, aka me, is AWOL, roving outside the brambled walls of the castle 2day. My girl Arrow makes a damn fine bow. I'm just not the best archer. Lost an arrow, twice (man can that twist a girls socks!) Finally went back to where I'd shot from n let an arrow fly. Looked around where it landed n sure enough within 3 ft was the lost arrow! Found the 2nd one the same way. My groupings r getting better, n that's shooting south paw, which I don't usually do! SB is doing the "I'm so AWESOME!!" dance. Oops! Did I say that out loud? Pride b4 a fall, eh? Better watch my step with the all the really creepy flora around here... See. U gotta understand. All that prickly brush n vine-age we live behind? That's all a reflection of the Ogre's mind, and it's how he raised me. You get pretty tripped up and diced up before you get real good at handling and manoeuvring around barriers, especially the sharp kind that really hurt. Thorns r thorns, eh? They will catch you. You can't be on guard all the time.
- 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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