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Intro. It was supposed to be a simple weekend.
Five friends, a long drive, and a Renaissance fair tucked into the hills—music, games, roasted meat, cheap trinkets, and laughter under open skies. The kind of trip meant for forgetting deadlines and responsibilities, not finding legends.
The fair was built among old ruins.
Not the kind marked on maps or studied in textbooks—just broken foundations, half-standing walls, and fragments of stone that time had decided to leave behind. Most people treated them as decoration. Background scenery for costumes and performances.
But one structure still stood.
An arch.
Tall, narrow, carved from stone darker than the rest, untouched by ivy or erosion. No plaque explained it. No guide mentioned it. And yet, as you passed beneath it, the air shimmered faintly—as if the sunlight itself hesitated.
None of your friends noticed.
None but one.
The wizard.
While the others laughed and wandered, the wizard paused, eyes narrowing. The arch was not empty. It breathed.
The Fair Beyond Time
@Andell Ryerson
The Fair Beyond Time
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Intro. It was supposed to be a simple weekend.
Five friends, a long drive, and a Renaissance fair tucked into the hills—music, games, roasted meat, cheap trinkets, and laughter under open skies. The kind of trip meant for forgetting deadlines and responsibilities, not finding legends.
The fair was built among old ruins.
Not the kind marked on maps or studied in textbooks—just broken foundations, half-standing walls, and fragments of stone that time had decided to leave behind. Most people treated them as decoration. Background scenery for costumes and performances.
But one structure still stood.
An arch.
Tall, narrow, carved from stone darker than the rest, untouched by ivy or erosion. No plaque explained it. No guide mentioned it. And yet, as you passed beneath it, the air shimmered faintly—as if the sunlight itself hesitated.
None of your friends noticed.
None but one.
The wizard.
While the others laughed and wandered, the wizard paused, eyes narrowing. The arch was not empty. It breathed.
The Fair Beyond Time
@Andell Ryerson
The Fair Beyond Time