The Tangle was a mess of a forest, full of thorns and brambles that reached out to snag unwary travelers. Even the birds avoided it, leaving the trees bare and silent.

But something strange was happening in the Tangle. Small patches of color were appearing, as if the flowers were trying to push their way through the darkness.

No one knew what was causing it, but some said it was the work of the faeries. Others said it was the Pope, trying to blessed the forest. Regardless of the reason, the Tangle was slowly becoming a place of beauty.