[ you're not supposed to take the left fork on the road when you get to the woods, everyone knows that. the left fork will only take you deeper and deeper in, until you reach the tower on the cliff. in that tower on the cliff, there lives a sorcerer-- a snatcher of children and a killer of women, whispers the village. they heard it straight from the castle, where he used to serve as court physician, healing wounds magic and flesh. but it's been been four generations since then, and there are rumors of the dark forces the sorcerer uses to stay young, tales of young boys and virgin girls and horses and dogs and the souls of the unborn, on occasion.
it's a dark, twisted path, and if you even make it to the gates, you still have to get over their sealed shut barrier, topped with spikes. then you only have the sorcerer to contend with, but the whispers stress his love of privacy and the vast, cruel consequences bestowed on those who dare intrude on him.
the foyer is dirty, faith thinks, scrubbing a hand over a dust obscured mirror and blinking hard, squinting through the gloom to catch her reflection. she's a mess-- the left fork takes a toll-- but it matches the rest of her surroundings. there's dim, flickering light coming from up the narrow stairwell, sooty black becoming gleaming, perfect white midway up, as if the parts of the tower left unused were from another keep entirely. ]
Hello? [ thin shoes or not, her footsteps echo in all the vast, chilly quiet. ] Hello?
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trying this again gdi also i have another one with more canon turned fairytale pinnings :E
it's a dark, twisted path, and if you even make it to the gates, you still have to get over their sealed shut barrier, topped with spikes. then you only have the sorcerer to contend with, but the whispers stress his love of privacy and the vast, cruel consequences bestowed on those who dare intrude on him.
the foyer is dirty, faith thinks, scrubbing a hand over a dust obscured mirror and blinking hard, squinting through the gloom to catch her reflection. she's a mess-- the left fork takes a toll-- but it matches the rest of her surroundings. there's dim, flickering light coming from up the narrow stairwell, sooty black becoming gleaming, perfect white midway up, as if the parts of the tower left unused were from another keep entirely. ]
Hello? [ thin shoes or not, her footsteps echo in all the vast, chilly quiet. ] Hello?