My trip through the pothole had led me here, a place filled with oddities and magic. Or it seemed like magic at least.

I stood on a strip of grey moss flanked by flowers which resembled street lamps. Tall rock formations which eerily reminded me of buildings towered over me, casting long shadows as the unseen sun set.

The strange man, Fuss, had vanished when I had begun to tear up out of fear and confusion. I wiped my dripping nose on my sleeve and shuffled forward along the 'road'. As day turned to night, the flowers began to glow, just like street lamps. And the rocks were lit up as well, patches appearing like windows.

I almost felt like I was home. That is, until I looked up and saw every single star there was to be seen - strange constellations I didn't recognize - and realized that the lights of this 'city' could not drown out the stars like my own could.

There was a strange far off cry. I froze. Panic rose in my throat. I felt eyes watching me.

"Who's there?" I cried out, my voice cracking.

"Whoooooo's theeeere?" Someone sang back, high and melodic.

"Come out where I can see you!" I bellowed, finding my courage.

"Come out, come out, where I, I, I can seeee you!" The disembodied voice was almost taunting me.

My curiosity and rage succumbed to my fear and I found myself running down the strip of grey moss. Had I slowed down, I would have seen the 'street lamps' lift their heads and peer at me with gleaming eyes.

Up ahead, the road suddenly ended. A mahogany writing desk sat there, a forest behind it. The forest was far more interesting than the desk, but I was too frightened to look beyond it.

Perched upon this desk was a rather large raven.

"Hello hello!" He cried, bobbing his head in greeting.

I jumped back with a start, a yell escaping my mouth.

"Well don't shout!" The raven scolded.

"Who are you?" I blurted out the question before I could swallow my words.

"The Raven," He replied, blinking his black eyes as though he were bored with all this talk.

"Don't you have a name?"

He laughed aloud, "Of course! But you thought of me as 'The Raven' the moment you set eyes on me, therefore, I am the Raven,"

This made no logical sense to me whatsoever. But I accepted it and decided to ask the next thing bothering me.

"Why is there a writing desk?"

A loud voice cut off the Raven before he could speak,

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

This new voice was loud and deep and the ground shook when it spoke.

A great lumbering figure materialized out of the dark. I saw that he was a rather large rhinoceros standing on his hind legs, a ball cap on backwards upon his head.

"Because they can both carry a note!" The Raven and the Rhinoceros said in unison, falling into a fit of laughter as they did so.

I shook my head and walked around them, heading into the strange dark forest beyond. I could not waste my time with talking animals and ridiculous jokes. I had to find my way out of this place!

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Percible Parkinson
Age: 15
Description: Blue eyes, blonde hair.
Personality: Curious about everything and anything, but withdrawn and shy around new people.
Other: Percible hates his name. Recently, he has been training for his school's spelling bee. He has a wonderful way with words. But because of his shyness, he is extremely nervous.
VICTORIAGLASS

Name} Mistress
Age} Undefined
Appearance} Female: Long, wavy, black hair: 5'10": Golden eyes: Bright with youth and has no sign of aging whatsoever
Personality} Very open about everything. Quite clumsy and is usually not sure what's going on outside of her own little world. A bit self absorbed but loves meeting new people. Fond of cake. And last of all, very mad.
Other} Lives in a cottage that's painted all different colors. Has two "maids" but they don't dress like maids or look like maids. Instead they look like children. There's always someone visiting her house no matter what. Has a twin sister who lives not too far away from her but it's deeper into the forest.
LLMAY

Fuss
Age: 96
Description: Grey eyes, a few strands of combed over white hair and a moustache. Rather short (just under 4 foot) and pudgy.
Personality: Very fussy and rather bossy. Has OCD and everything has to go perfectly and in order everyday. Will not talk to strangers or those wearing purple. Very arrogant and believes he is better than everyone except his employers and nobility.
Other: Is a scout for the king, checking out other worlds. Percible sees him and follows him back to his own world. Always carries his map with him that shows puddles in case he steps in one. He lives in what resembles a chamber pot (named Fusspot), located just down the road from the kings court.
TREETERNAL

Name: Rowden
Age: undefined
Description: A wolflike creature with gray medium length shaggy hair. Rowden has scarlet colored eyes, but his eyes are just like a humans eyes. Being mostly wolf, he walks on all fours and has a long blue tonge that hangs out of his mouth most of the time because it is so long he cant keep it in.
Personality: He is a friendly guy, but can be spaced out and mysterious when necessary. He has the special ability to disapper when he wants to which often leads to cut off sentences.
Trait: He has five magic hairs on his body that change color according to his mood. There is nno way he can control them since they were put on him as a curse. He also has a huge smile.
DOODLER123


Name: Carey (name means 'dark one; literally. I googled it ;) )
Hair: Black/ long, wavy
Eyes: Black
Skin: Pale
Appearance: Carey is tall and langly, much like a ladder.
Other: Carey's favorite sport is baseball. She lives in a tall house and gets everywhere by ladders. She has nicknamed the servants 'snakes'.
LIQUIDDIAMONDTEARS

updated Oct 2 '11 by VictoriaGlass