The Gothic tree whom we shall call Timmy, No not the same Timmy you might have heard of before. This Timmy was a giant Gothic tree who could sense unholy things, light and of course dark magic, Fore it was dark magic which had transformed Timmy from a frolicking boy into a tree oh so many many years ago. as some of the locals approached the tree swayed in the breeze. the Jelly fish closed in showing different shades of colors which was to the locals a warning not to get to close. Timmy strained to lean down carving some words in the grassy area.
the words were barely legible but in essence they seemed to say look to the East, for the Gypsies had set up their encampment there and were setting up something. At that point Timmy straightened up into the sky once more his leaves seemingly a bit more weathered than before. The locals turned to the East and started to cautiously walk that way. Through the dismal swamps, thickets and other barriers they traveled until reaching some building which the night before had not stood. and there they found everything from fortune tellers to wares, some of which were glowing and beautiful, while others seemed to be possessed by something not of this world
-Written by Gwen Gudkov
Official Storyteller for Hidden Sanctuary Events