Beyond the Veil of True

Previously

…He landed softly on the familiar cobblestones of Woolly Hollow, the scent of sheep and damp wool filling his nostrils. The portal vanished as if it had never been, leaving behind only the bewildered bleating of his flock and a profound silence. Bartholomew looked at his hooves, then stood up, adjusting his spectacles. He had done it. He had had his adventure. He looked at his flock, their faces still etched with confusion, and knew that he was forever changed. He was still Bartholomew, the sheep who stood tall, but now, he was also Bartholomew, the sheep who had seen beyond the veil of true, and had brought back a story, and a laugh, that was truly his own.