She picked up one book after another and wistfully caressed each leather-bound cover. Here she would be the beautiful merchant girl, there she would be the damsel rescued from the clutches of a dragon. And there, there she would be the princess who finds true love by kissing a frog…

She paused. That particular story sounded feasible enough.

They grew older, and their drum struck softer; the pillar of fire burned thinner. The end of their legacy was soon approaching.

And so, they came up with a solution. A way to immortalize their circle, and pass it down for generations to come.

Clad in golden robes, a young man floated among the stars. Reclined with his arms behind his head, he scrutinized a large ivory sphere, polished and pristine, some distance away.

A young girl found a note from her best friend written on a dry leaf and slipped in through the crack in her window.

Nemy, I have something to show you. Meet me at my family’s farm after sunset. -Mara