FEAR NOT! I am the storyteller!
I'm here only to spread word and bring to light. This is only a story, but please, open your eyes and come along because this story takes us on an adventure.
It will take us on a path that was carved right here where we sit.
It might be familiar to you. Perhaps you too have crossed this path, travelled the same roads, accepted the quest.
The story begins somewhere under the grey mist of North Yorkshire, tucked quietly away in one of the oldest and smallest cathedral cities in England, there is a house upon a hill.
Perhaps a house, but if you imagine... a fort, a tower, a castle...
Inside the house, the Stellings rumble awake. Ever early, ever collecting and ever making.
Five little Stellings raised in flowers and hand-me-downs.
Surrounded by toys and objects, curiosities within the magpie's nest.
There she is, the third child, sandwiched in the middle.
A girl who believed in magic and witchcraft, making potions and casting spells.
A girl who imagined fairies and wrote stories, who sat in her wardrobe until her bedroom transformed into her own little world.
In this world, she is the Queen.
*tumpets* *MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN OF JAYLAND*
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