Braxburry Woods
This story is dedicated to all those furrs who just need a hug or a smile.
Mical Ursal Is not my character: This fursona belongs to his owner who graciously let me borrow him for this part of the story
I hope to start working on the story and posting on or two chapters a month
ENJOY~<3
PrologueDream great DreamsBut be warnedAll dreams come to an endSuch are the laws of this wood With a nod, a large blue Dragontaur placed down his hammer and chisel to look over his handywork. A large, stone plaque rested before him, carefully placed at the entry way to a large wooded area. He sighed as he stood, his four legs aching from sitting all that time. A small magenta dragon called out from the treetops. "Master Ursal, the spell is ready to be cast," he shouted in a small squeaky voice. "Alright, spread the powder around the woods," he replied. "Make sure to cover every part of the paremeter." The smaller dragon nodded and took to the sky with a sachel around his neck. The Dragontaur picked up a large book from the stone next to him. "Then let the spell begin."