Going where I'm supposed 2 Ole Man. - Arrow
No. Ur my Bowyer. N as such I have the talk. Otherwise u can get ur ass over the Hedge n stay there. - Old Man
Huh. Was about 2 fetch ur Ghost Buster back. U think my time's worth ur food n hearth? Or should I just stay gone. - A
Always a smart ass. Gotta have ur way. Whatever. U think ur brain's up 2 it? Haul his ass back. Bout time ur were useful. Eh! Don't slam the door!! - OM
Huh. Freakin' Ogre... - SB
Wot?! Any one talkin' 2 u?! - OM
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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