A found piece.
Long ago, when the earth was wild, there were two kings:
The King of the Wood and The Wicker King.
They were brothers, and their kingdoms lay side by side, shuttered away behind a wall.
The two kings were fair and just, mischievous and fond of sport. They were generous, brave and well loved by their people. It was a golden age, where the fruit hung ever-ripe from the trees and milk animals grew fat and plenty.
Every year in midsummer, when the second sun was highest in the sky, there was a Great Hunt. All the eligible men and women joined together to go out into the wildlands to capture a great beast out of the dark for the midsummer feast.
The darkness seethed and roiled outside the country wall. It was a wild hungry thing of sorcery that had been banished by The Champion and the capital council in the days of old, five hundred seasons past. It was held back from swallowing them all by the country’s greatest boon, a living stone: The Rapturous Blue.
The Rapturous Blue was kept in the center of the country between both kingdoms, balanced on a golden stand. It shone brilliantly and the country thrived beneath the protection of its light.
There was nothing in the darkness beyond the gates, but woods, waste, beasts and the most fearsome thing of all:The Cloven King.
Ruler of the far reaches, and user of accursed magic that rotted and scorched his lands as thoroughly as it had his own flesh.
But, now wasn’t the time for such thoughts.
It was midsummer. The day was bright and the grass was green…
They set off to the sound of horns, the two kings at the front of the party.
It was a glorious hunt. The archeresses were swift and the swordsmen strong. They returned to the golden halls of the council meeting place, arms laden, carts groaning with bounty.
The hunting party crossed the threshold of the golden gates and the revelry began anew. Cooks and wives streamed out to greet the warriors and take their bounty off to the kitchens for preparation. When the din finally fell to a lull, The Wicker King turned to clasp his brother in pride and saw that he was not there.
The people searched the hunting party for The King of The Wood, but he was not among them. They sent search parties back out into the dark. In spite of their efforts, they found nothing…
For those of you who are wondering what that art is related to.