INTRODUCTION
You've heard the story of the sparkling vampire and the magical land inside of a wardrobe. You've heard the fables of trolls under the bridge and of pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. You've probably heard a thousand make believe and drastically stretched tales of magic and wonder.
You've read about dystopian worlds and fairy-tale castles. You've probably dreamed of what it would be like to live in such a world.
The journey you're about to embark on is slightly different to all that. There's romance -of course, no great story is complete without it- there's questions to be answered, friendships formed and broken, journeys to be had and... well you'll find out soon enough anyways.
There's one last thing. This is not my story.
It is not my story, yet I will be telling it to you
It is not my secrets that will be uncovered, yet I will be the one sharing them in due time.
It is not my life, nor could it have ever been. It is not my business, yet I am quite curious- and quite frankly, it is mundane and uneventful (mostly) here- so I must acquire my entertainment elsewhere.
Oh, and entertaining it was. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time, holding my breath, eagerly awaiting the next move.
Yes. This is not my story- but it is the story of someone I know and love- it is the story that set us all free- it set me free.
And to think, it all started because a young blonde craved an adventure.
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Wanderess
Fantasy"She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon seeking peace." No truer lyrics have ever been sung... ********* White. White walls. White floors and ceilings. Pristine, crisp suits and long, pin straight hair. Everywhere Fayre looked, it was like...
