Hello, this is a new, hopefully better fan fiction.
Warning- this is concerned with religion if you take offence to other believes, other then Christianity, you might want to stop,( your you can read and tell me what you think) but if you do decide to read on and you disagree and/or find any of my religious points offensive you can flame all you want, but I'm not going to change it.
Disclaimer- I do not own anything your recognize from the labyrinth.
Also please Note that the earth will be referred to as 'her'
I would also like to ask if any would be interested in being a beta-reader for my story.
Anyway here it gose.
~ Prolog ~
It was something out of legend, something reincarnated from a past age, an age that was full of heroes, great deeds, and magic. The moon caste sliver shadows that contracted magnificently against the dark grass. The tall trees stood in a majestic pose, and held a regal air, one that they had not held in many a year and welcomed back. The whole of the land welcomed the night, this night. It was a remembrance of things gone. It was a taste of power they once held, when the gods of old still inhabited the forest, glades, and streams of the world. When people still believed in the power of the earth. There were still gods, spirits of forest and stream, but they seldom visited here. They preferred the isolated forests of the hinterlands, far from man.
Warning- this is concerned with religion if you take offence to other believes, other then Christianity, you might want to stop,( your you can read and tell me what you think) but if you do decide to read on and you disagree and/or find any of my religious points offensive you can flame all you want, but I'm not going to change it.
Disclaimer- I do not own anything your recognize from the labyrinth.
Also please Note that the earth will be referred to as 'her'
I would also like to ask if any would be interested in being a beta-reader for my story.
Anyway here it gose.
~ Prolog ~
It was something out of legend, something reincarnated from a past age, an age that was full of heroes, great deeds, and magic. The moon caste sliver shadows that contracted magnificently against the dark grass. The tall trees stood in a majestic pose, and held a regal air, one that they had not held in many a year and welcomed back. The whole of the land welcomed the night, this night. It was a remembrance of things gone. It was a taste of power they once held, when the gods of old still inhabited the forest, glades, and streams of the world. When people still believed in the power of the earth. There were still gods, spirits of forest and stream, but they seldom visited here. They preferred the isolated forests of the hinterlands, far from man.