A tale of courage and awakening

The tale is strictly based on two-legged beings.

Stepping into the unknown, she clumsily started walking uphill,
Her bare feet dirtying-up with the muddy, slippery grounds below.
And each time, the ground got more watery. She was ankle-deep by now.

Her dress and hair were wet, because it had rained where she came from, and they still had not dried.
Blame the gloomy, cloudy atmosphere of this new place.

She finally got to the end of the hill, and she was looking downwards, at the valley, when she suddenly realized she hadn't brought the inviting-card with herself.

These people, they are quite superfluous, so the card was definitely a must.

She, with a saddened look on her face, turned around, and started running downhill.
She fell, and an old, little man came to her rescue.

She told the story to the man, and the man offered her some help.
He gave her a torn-up map, really ancient, and he said that, if she helped him find the treasure the map revealed,
he would lend her his card. He was invited to this banquet, and yet, he wasn't the banquet-kind-of-man.

She agreed, and so the quest started.

She went to the lake, but the birds had already set off.
Nevertheless, the enchanting, luring sounds awaited her by the woods.
She followed, but there was nothing there.

According to the map, the following step was to meet a troubador (supposedly delivering some sermon) at the mound located near the woods.
She found him, and the troubador adviced her to go to a pit located inside the woods, in the
most dangerous part of it.
She was up to the challenge, and as she left, she decided to ask the man one more question,
and as she returned, to her surprise, the man was substituted by an old, dusty scarecrow, about to break.

She realized everything was a hoax, and this little man was up to something.

She did not know what to do, but her intuition guided her through the woods, and she finally got to the core of it.
She saw the pit, and the little man standing by it.
The little man morphed into a wizard.


The man coldly explained.

But, she wasn't focused. She had just noticed something shine on the far left area of the pit.
She ran, and she grabbed a pair of goggles laying on some rocks.
She put on the goggles, and she boggled as she saw the reality of the place.
She also saw who this fake-wizard really was.

Overwhelmed, she quickly grabbed the sword and the armour and she quickly dumped them into the pit, abolishing every trace of meanness that lingered in the place.
The -as from now to be called- "wizard"
weakly tackled her (as if he lacked of any form of magical power), and yet, she overcame him, by furiously raging against him, and frantically throwing him into the pit.

She ran towards the town, looking forward to showing people what this place was all about.

The expectations would syncopate with the misfortunes of the mistress.