by Death by Mirrors » Fri Mar 09, 2018 12:09 pm
A stranger dressed mostly in black leaves the cobble stone path to walk among the flowers. Standing still for a moment to smell the roses. Then listens to the chirping, the whispers... obviously mesmerized by the surroundings of this magical little cottage. They should've been warned though, even fairy tales can hold danger. It would not be the first quest that comes to a sudden halt when our hero-to-be finds themselves suddenly entangled by climbing roses. Is it a trap? A curse? But even as thorny vines clench his thighs, the stranger won't flee, and neither does he try to fight. Some more time passes, and finally the tendrils start to reveal their beauty in full bloom.
No. This is not the end of a quest. It is just the beginning.