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Briar had heard many, many legends about Prythian, and the Wall that separated the humans from the faeries that lived there. She had gleaned the local library for information and learned quite a bit. She had checked out a hefty book, and as soon as she had gotten home, Briar lifted the cover. The title was written in an elegant, scrawling hand:
"Prythian: Of Magic, Of Fae, and The Wall."
She turned her gaze to the first page, and read. The rest of the text was written in the same, albeit smaller, scrawling hand:
"Prythian. A land of magic, where seven High Lords, power given flesh, ruled over seven Courts..."
Briar nodded to herself. She knew the names of the seven Courts: Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Dawn, Day, and Night. She wondered what the Courts looked like, what the Fae who dwelled there looked like. She knew of the Wall, she lived near it, close enough that the tang of magic was familiar and constant. She knew of the two Fae distinctions from her books as well, the lesser fae, who came in countless shapes and sizes, and the High Fae, the immortal nobility that ruled over them. The High Fae, if the drawing in the book was anything to go by, looked human, save for their long, elegantly pointed ears, and their unnatural beauty. She nodded again, a plan already beginning to form in her mind.
"The Wall's a five-day trek from here..." Briar murmured, thinking of the things she'd need to pack. From what she had learned from her books, and from talking to people, the Wall was nigh impenetrable, but, there were holes, here and there. Holes that a human could enter Prythian by.
"So, it's settled." Briar thought, closing the book. She'd pack a bag with supplies to trek to the Wall, and enter Prythian via one of the holes. And then...she'd figure the rest out.
"One thing's for sure, though." She mused. "I'll need a weapon." She had a dagger, that would do. Briar felt a daring grin spread across her face. One thing she knew for sure, was that this was going to be an adventure.