Angol
My story begins with two young boys Joe and Dylan, who live in the same street. They share a magical wonderland with friends in the forest across the road at the end of the suburb. It has been their playground for generations. Their older brothers built a fort there and they protect it with their lives. Every day after school they venture to the fort to play, battle and hang out with friends. The fort is old and beaten but kept together with love and a few nails. It sits in a clearing just inside the forest. On one side the houses of suburbia with all the bells and whistles, lawns being mowed, cars zooming past and dads coming home from work and on the other side. A wall of giants. Trees of all shapes and sizes guarding the entrance to the untouched beauty across the street. The beloved forest with its trees lining the roadside and towering up over the housed that surround it. There in the middle of suburbia, an enchanted thick untouched forest. A thing of beauty. Taking up enough land to make eight suburban blocks. It has grown since the dawn of time like a living entity. It has magic that attracts the kids and in return the children made pledges to protect it at all costs.
