There is an old legend about a place deep in the forest. A place where the darkness gives way to the light. A paradise among the gloom. A safe house for the freaks and the twisted monsters. The world is largely populated by humans who have built vast cities and large towns. While this isn't true everywhere, most fantastical creatures aren't allowed in cities on their own. Most places don't even have laws protecting these folk. The worst offenders are the people of the walled city. Between that and the auction houses, it's difficult to be anything but human in this world. Hunters will make living even more unsafe for these folk. They either hunt for sport or to capture. These humans will never know what silently looms over them.
The forest seems to make no noise at all. No bird dares to sing, and the crickets keep their thoughts to themselves. The trees refuse to wave their leaves, and the babbling brook hushes it's mouth. There have been stories about the guardian of these woods. Nothing leaves alive, nothing is disturbed, and nothing is taken. There are also some tales coming from the rotting bits of civilization, where creatures are likely to scoot by like animals, scrounging and desperately begging for even a scrap of safety. In hushed tones, the beaten down and the broken will sing about a place in the middle of death and doom where freedom exists. Where they don't have to be scared. These tales are spoken by those soon to be put to the blade or by those who were never seen again. One has to wonder, though. Can someone be free and also safe?
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CloudHill Academy
FantasyIn a world where mythical races exist and hunters kill them, there is a place, a sanctuary of sorts for all peoples running from the senseless violence. Will this promised land remain and will they have to lurk in the shadows forever?
