A long time ago in the far away world of Woeland, lived Little Ed, a boy with the warmest heart that shone golden when he was happy and a smile as cute as was ever seen in all of Woeland. Now this Woeland was not like our world, it was magical. Everyone in Woeland had a doll in their possession and this doll was supposed to be representation of who they were; made by each person themselves when they grew up.
Why was Woeland magical you ask? Because these dolls in Woeland were of all types and varieties, defying any logic known to the men of our world, some were dark, some shone bright, some weakly made dolls crumbled in an instant only to reappear in perfect shape in an entirely different instance, and the dolls of some very vicious people was said to be able to change shape, size and hue as easily as the dryads changed trees. The magic of the dolls and the abilities of the people carrying them, made Woeland the most magical place there ever was. But little Ed had no doll of his own, because he was just a boy, not a grown up man yet. But he always dreamed of dolls, and wanted a special one.
Why was Woeland magical you ask? Because these dolls in Woeland were of all types and varieties, defying any logic known to the men of our world, some were dark, some shone bright, some weakly made dolls crumbled in an instant only to reappear in perfect shape in an entirely different instance, and the dolls of some very vicious people was said to be able to change shape, size and hue as easily as the dryads changed trees. The magic of the dolls and the abilities of the people carrying them, made Woeland the most magical place there ever was. But little Ed had no doll of his own, because he was just a boy, not a grown up man yet. But he always dreamed of dolls, and wanted a special one.
