User:Sjv Sxn/If Only I Could Write/Story Time

== Ch.0  Story Time ==

It had been four weeks since I set out from our little riverside camp, under the mile wide boughs of an ancient World Tree. I had already been past two other World Trees far older and larger than the one at camp, which meant I had covered quite a large distance already. My hike through what now remained of the great Fiona Woods had barely been fruitful. The calm between the storms of war has never truly been very helpful in finding inspiration for new stories. The excitement and danger that battle brings is at an utterly different level when it comes to triggering ones creative abilities, be this in the way we fight, or the way we write. My dreams have run stale. Always the same, thoughts I have already published. I was in need of something fresh.

I decided that day to make camp early, setting up at edge of an old dried up lakebed. I must’ve been close to the fiery badlands of the north. As I was staring up at the sky, I glimpsed a streak of light fly by at a rather fast pace. At first I assumed it was just another small missile that would sometimes fly across the fire civilisation. But now I am positive I must have glimpsed the fabled angel of luck during one of his rare expeditions. For that evening, I turned lucky. I was foraging for some fruits when I saw him. He was about three times my size, but looking at him, I could tell he was a dreammate like me, but there was a far more majestic aura around him than any other dreammates I knew. My curiosity got the better of me and I went to introduce myself.

I could not believe my luck! He was none other than Mr. Aesop, one of the Meteoric Phoenixes. Not much is known about them, but they were the later generation of the idolised Phoenix race, and liked to keep to themselves. As we shared our fruity bounty, we talked about what we were doing. I told him about my dry spell of ideas, and recited some of my short stories. He himself revealed to be travelling around our world, learning more about how the different races managed between wars. His rather peaceful nature and the fact that he was a phoenix meant he didn’t receive much trouble from the other civilisations. I tried to prod more into his background, but all in vain. He certainly knew to retain his mystical demeanour. Then he said the words that made my day, “My dear Grimm, did you know? I love story telling! It is one of my favourite pastimes, making stories. How about I tell you a story that I have been working on? You can write it down if you like it.”

And then he began...

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