Lithia
You can't save a damsel if she loves her distress
Just wondering if this is of interest to anyone?
Welcome to The Whisper Wood where nothing is quite what it seems. Nestled in a seaside forest is the coastal village of Whisper, a village of shifters. They are ruled by a powerful and well-loved queen as well as her son and heir to the kingdom. This world is not modern day but once in every thousand years it crosses paths with ours. Usually on this night nothing happens but if conditions are perfect it is possible for someone to cross over into this world.
Late one night a small group of friends were partying on a boat. One of them had the bright idea to take the small inflatable raft to an island they could see not too far off. As they got closer the mist became really thick, so thick they could no longer see a thing. The next morning they awoke in the sand, the sun warming their faces and their small boat nowhere to be seen. They had nothing except the clothes on their backs and the items in their pockets.
They were unaware, watching them from the tree line were the Queen’s guards. The guards were waiting and observing them, their strange clothes made them nervous and they were prepared, weapons at the ready.
I should add that I was planning on having the shifters change into real animals and not mythical creatures.
Welcome to The Whisper Wood where nothing is quite what it seems. Nestled in a seaside forest is the coastal village of Whisper, a village of shifters. They are ruled by a powerful and well-loved queen as well as her son and heir to the kingdom. This world is not modern day but once in every thousand years it crosses paths with ours. Usually on this night nothing happens but if conditions are perfect it is possible for someone to cross over into this world.
Late one night a small group of friends were partying on a boat. One of them had the bright idea to take the small inflatable raft to an island they could see not too far off. As they got closer the mist became really thick, so thick they could no longer see a thing. The next morning they awoke in the sand, the sun warming their faces and their small boat nowhere to be seen. They had nothing except the clothes on their backs and the items in their pockets.
They were unaware, watching them from the tree line were the Queen’s guards. The guards were waiting and observing them, their strange clothes made them nervous and they were prepared, weapons at the ready.
I should add that I was planning on having the shifters change into real animals and not mythical creatures.
