It has been awhile since I have written anything. For this, I am sorry. I have been in a foul mood as of late. And thus, begins my decent into a spiral of loathsome and dark tales. The following is an excerpt (really its the beginning) of a short fairy tale I am working on. I hope you enjoy. ~ dreamersrapture
Once upon a time, there was an enchanted land disconnected from our own world. It had the ordinary things one might expect of an enchanted land, magical creatures, talking trees, sorcerers and elves. But, these were of a fearsome sort. Different from the lands of the bedtime fairy tale, this was a world of dark enchantments. It was called Darkarrow.
The beasts that roamed Darkarrow were evil in nature. Faeries would flit from forest to sea spreading misery on everything they happened by. Centuars would roam somber through the Forest of Stench, miserable, and fight anything that crossed their path. The Goblins were perhaps some of the worst and trickiest creatures. If one stumbled into their traps they would rot there, or if one was lucky enough to be found, they would be cooked for dinner. (This was better than starving to death and then rotting.) The other beasts were more foul and horrid, therefore, shall not be mentioned.