Sylph
Take me to Wonderland
Myths, Fairy Tales, and Legends are powerful things, their magic seeping into the nooks and crannies of everyday life.
But what most people don't know is that there is a place where these powerful forces exist. The residents call it the 'Land of Twilight', a place that can only be entered from the Land of Reality at the time of twilight. This is the place that all of the magical tales come from. It is much like our world, how it was back then. Tiny villages, castles, dragons, and more are here. It is truly paradise.
Or was. The Wicked Witch of the Enchanted Forest has taken it upon herself to warp the Land of Twilight into the place that she thinks it should be. Her dark magic is spreading over the land, corrupting the residents and turning the magic into her own dark breed. She wants things back to the way they should be - Grimm's Tales.
She has amassed powerful forces, and it is up to those who are not corrupted to destroy her and her army. The question is, will they be able to stop her in time…
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A dark figure moves through a shadowed room, their robes dragging on the floor behind them as sleeping figures stir from the figure's presence. The figure than rests in a wooden chair with a high back, their hand tipped with long finger nails curling around a nearby crystal ball. The figure then whispers a soft mutter of odd words that cause the orb light up with a eerie purple glow.
The figure reaches out a hand to one of her pets, stroking the creature under his chin, a slight smirk on their pale face. The figured cooed softly with their feminine voice to her pets laying around her feet.
"Let's see what the world is doing today, my pets..."
The woman passes her hand over the crystal ball and gazes into it's depths, over looking the vast forest that was her home domain. She chuckled as she watched small children slip into the woods for search of food, waving to her larger two pets to leave her side and venture outside in search for these foolish children. How she loved watching her wolves work when it comes to foolish mortals that decide not to take the proper path in her woods.
If she ever finds the white witch that blessed that path for safe travel for the mortals, she'll string her up by her intestines outside of her forest as a message for the other mortals.
She continues to gaze over her forest and land when a shadow falls over her view. The shadow ion her crystal ball takes the form of a cloaked being holding a fair sized staff, their hand reached out ahead of them in a gesture of grabbing something. The figure than speaks under his shadowed hood.
"You reign ends soon."
The woman lets out a annoyed hiss as the shadow fades from her view. She curls her fingers, nails biting into her palm as a murderous glint appears in her red eyes.
"Some one is challenging me, my pets...Let's see if we can discourage him on his way"
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A tall figure steps away from a mirror, a soft smile on his face. He waves a hand at the mirror, the image of the forest disappearing from the surface. The figure walks to his simple table and studies the objects left laying on the surface. On the table laid a simple-looking dagger and sheath, a pouch filled with coins, a flask filled with water, a sack with food within, and another pouch filled with vials and smaller pouches of power. The figures gathers the objects and pulls his cloak tighter around himself, moving toward the door of his simple house with his staff in hand.
He walked to the middle of the clear where his home resided and sat himself down on a stump, resting the staff across his lap. He looked up to the sky and noted the time. He lifts his hand to the heavens and mutters a few word, light pouring from his hand and forming a symbol in the sky.
In the sky over head was that of a fox curled with a long dragon in a loving embrace of power. This was the cloaked man's symbol and the beckon that should bring the others he has called to help aid him in his venture to break the curse the Witch has weaved over the land of Twilight.
His last message to the ones that will help him was in their dreams. He told them where to meet him and what watch for when the time has come for them to assemble. He could only hope that they have not forgotten what they must do.
The cloaked man then sits back on his stump and awaits the first arrival.