Once upon a time, there was a town next to a forest in the Holy Roman Empire plagued by elves. The prince of the land happened to meet a young man in this forest. The young man tried to warn him of their sinister ways. The prince decided he and the man were friends.
Once upon a time, there was a town next to a forest in the Holy Roman Empire plagued by elves. The prince of the land happened to meet a young man in this forest. The young man tried to warn him of their sinister ways. The prince decided he and the man were friends.
But there is no longer a town next to a forest in the Holy Roman Empire plagued by elves. Perhaps there never was. Perhaps the prince never went to the forest in search for the meaning behind his mother’s final words on her death bed. Perhaps he never went to the town in his father’s pressure to find a wife. Perhaps the prince and the man never were friends to begin with.
All that can really be said to be true was that there was more to the man’s story than what he told the prince, and there is no longer a town next to a forest in the Holy Roman Empire plagued by elves.
