It was almost pitch-black in the old cabin the only light source the flames in the fireplace.
Outside the rain spattered against the windows, thunder and lightning piercing through the darkness of the night.
In an old chair in front of the fireplace sat an old, frail man. His beard was halfway down his thin body but his green eyes still burned with a youthful spirit to them.
You always felt slightly uncomfortable whenever you came to visit the old man. And why wouldn't you?
He was old, smelled old and talked on and on about old things like all old people do.
Not to mention his cabin. It too was very old, barely staying up whenever a medium-sized wind blew across.
The walls were littered with old books, old paintings and old papers with barely legible handwriting.
On the floor laid an old smelly rug that probably didn't start out dirt brown with an almost unrecognizable pattern.
The old man chuckled from the relative comfort of his chair and turned his head to look at you.
"Terrible thing getting old…" The old man said in his wheezy voice. "You lose your hair, and all the visitors just stare at your house like it's a museum."
You suddenly snapped out of your thoughts and blushed, trying to stutter up some excuse.
"Don't bother." The old man chuckled "I know that you must be bored out of your mind. So how about a little tale from my… well slightly younger years?"
You merely shrugged your shoulders. Thinking that it at least must be more fun than just sitting around you muttered a hasty yes and took a seat next to him in front of the fire.
The old man smirked and leaned back in his chair, glancing into the fire next to him.
"Now then… This story takes place a good fifteen years ago, back in the still early days of this great region of ours… A story about a young boy and his darling and their adventure that eventually changed this entire region…"