Arthur of the Forest
A/N: All explanations of the mythology will be in the description. ~~~~
At the edge of the world, not the physical world, but the one that sits at the very fringes of the imagination, one that shows itself to a select few, one that teases the human brain with fantastic images and colors, is a forest. It's a special forest, the gateway to this other world, the Faerie world, that most can only dream of. There's only one way in: by invitation.
They say the call to enter the forest is a strange one. It's something that whispers directions in your ear to call you to the edge. There are lights that nudge you to the brink, tempting followers with beautiful lies and shimmers. But those whispers can never push you to take that last step. Only those that crave the other world can see it, join it, make the final step. It's a leap of faith: crossing over into the other world is to step into a void that one cannot see. For Alfred F. Jones, a bored ma
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