STORYBOOK

AN OLD THORNWYLDE TALE

Long after the events of that fateful autumn, the people of old Thornwylde town still whisper the legend of THEO.

The details are hazy. Some claim it was a mother’s grief. Others swear it was something older... and far less human.

As memories faded, facts gave way to folklore — recited at campfires and retold at bedtime, to keep wayward children (and foolhardy grownups) from wandering too deep into the woods.

What follows is one such account.

Passed down. Twisted by time.
Preserved, perhaps… to warn.

Or to remember.