Along the trails of a hidden village there was something seemingly different in the air. The butterflies were dancing along the soft currents of the morning mist whilst birds were singing in the far off distance. Out in the far reaches of the lands there was heard a clattering of horses pulling carts. One of the carts seemed a bit heavy on one side. It leaned and with each movement of the wheel it churned out a clanking in which the likes had never been heard in these lands before. There was chanting and tambourines that could be heard for miles as the carts grew ever closer. There appeared to be some sort of mist surrounding the carts and the horses breath was dampening the air with each breath they took. A crow was flying overhead Squawking loudly. Animals scurried about as if they were running for their lives. Not the same as if they were hunted but rather as if fear had enveloped them.
You see, Long long ago Magic both light and dark were in these lands.
Man had found this place. Word had spread across all realms of a place where someone wandering could come or go just as quickly as they had arrived. Was the magic still here? Why were the gypsies headed in this direction? Were they coming to settle? Or, was it something more dark and sinister. --------Written by Gwen Gudkov
You see, Long long ago Magic both light and dark were in these lands.
Man had found this place. Word had spread across all realms of a place where someone wandering could come or go just as quickly as they had arrived. Was the magic still here? Why were the gypsies headed in this direction? Were they coming to settle? Or, was it something more dark and sinister. --------Written by Gwen Gudkov