Finn found himself standing at a gate.
It was a stone archway with worn cobblestones and weathered wood reinforced with iron rods. Beyond it, a medieval town sprawled out, with thatched roofs, timber-framed buildings and narrow streets that he could see little kids weaving through as they played.
Brambleton, he knew somehow. The town was called Brambleton.
Confusion set in as he glanced around.
Wasn't I supposed to face something I was scared of? Some nightmare scenario to test my mental discipline?
This just looked like... a town. During what appeared to be some kind of festival, based on the colorful banners hanging from windows and the general air of anticipation from the people around him.
Then he noticed something odd.
The people here were... shorter? Or rather, he was taller. Significantly taller. Not absurdly so, but enough that he immediately noticed the difference in his perspective.
Finn glanced down at his hands.
Wrong…
