Hello, this is my first post other than the introduction. I chose to share this first, because I don't really have any feelings towards it. It's an introduction to a fantasy story, I dunno. Leave feedback if you want, don't really think I'll use this anyways. Just wanted to share something. It's set in world where a place called "The Grotto" serves as a divide between fantasy and reality.
A pervasive intuition had told him not to come here, not to delve into the cavernous arteries of the earth. The whispers lead him, guided the increasing morbidity of his desires, the lore behind "The Grotto", the ancient cesspool of earth's hidden children, the many abortions of nature's womb, whose deformations, and repulsiveness had forsaken them to hide again within the belly of their mother, and feed off the other eggs within her body.It was not a man who had entered into the hollow depths of earthen intestines, but a child, a mere boy whose eight years of existence had not earned him yet the sensibilities of rationality. His mind was fleeting still, and the passionate curiosity within his blood held his limbs limber and adventurous. A hero meant to live in a world of fantasy, or a fantasy meant to die in the world of heroes. Above the entrance a proverb carved in runes by either a fool or a wise man reads "Outside there are forces in this world that determine ninety-five, maybe ninety-eight percent of our lives, but this, this is wild country."