Lost, you wandered until you discovered you were not alone. At the same time you had been changed, molded by your experiences in Arcadia, and those who had been close to you no longer recognized you. It acted like you, looked like you, and everyone accepted it as you. If you returned contemporary to your abduction you found that nobody had noticed you missing, for the Fae had molded a Fetch in your form: a creature of sticks, leaves, bits of cloth, and a portion of your shadow. Time may have passed – hours, days, centuries even. Past the brambles and thorns of the Hedge, which scratched and tore at you, until you found yourself back in our world. You found the strength inside to run – and you ran hard and fast. Whatever the reason, they had a role for you and forced you into servitude, catering to their story.īut eventually enough was enough. Taken beyond the borderland of the Hedge, the labyrinth that exists just outside our world, the Faerie took you to their realm of Arcadia, a land that reshapes itself to their whims, allowing them to enact twisted stories and demented theatre. Regardless of the why, you were abducted. Was it your actions? Or something they could sense deep inside? Maybe they had been watching you for a while, or you caught their eye in passing. You may never be completely certain what drew them to you.
The path led you to a world of nightmare and wonder beyond your imagination. You were in the wrong part of town at the wrong time…
0 kommentar(er)
