Oh shut it, Bowyer. Wot u want? A medal or a chest 2 pin it to? Giving the great sacrifice on behalf of us all. Saint r u? Like ur mother? Huh. Don't need ur sheite. Got enough a me own, yah?
Waz this about Rogue hunting a lone Walker? Freakin' Hippie, better get his ass back here. It's the Thinning. Wot I pay him 4 if not 2 b @ the Borders @ Hallows?? N where u think ur going?? - Ole Man
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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