When people told themselves their past with stories,
Explained their present with stories,
Foretold the future with stories,
The best place by the fire was kept for...
The Storyteller.
...
In the quiet evening, the StoryTeller looks into the fire place as his fellow canine rest on his raggedy rug. In his trance, the elder found himself increasingly troubled when, suddenly, the flames showed a peculiar image. Within, a fairy man with wild hair of gold appears. Gazing at the Teller in a stoic manner. Upon this mysterious apparition, the StoryTeller jumped. Awaking the dog as a result.
"What's wrong?", asked the alarmed Pundle-pointer.
The big-eared man was about to answer when he had looked back at the fire. Only to see that the vision had vanished.
"Are you alright?", the dog asked once more. This time, he was met with an answer.
"Y-Yes.", his owner stammered, "I must've been seeing things."
"You've been doing that a lot, lately."
"I know...", The StoryTeller solemnly sighed.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes."
The dog looked at his friend in disbelief. A stare that the elder can no longer ignore.
"Ok...no.", he gets up from his chair to go to the nearby window. "My dear friend...have I ever told you about the Goblin King?"
"What does that have to do with you?"
The reflective StoryTeller looked up at the dark sky with a tear in view.
"Everything."