Once upon a time, on an island cradled by the wind and the sea, a young woman with hair red as molten lava told a story to two children sitting at her feet.
"…and so the Hero drove his sword into the heart of the Demon King, freeing the world from his darkness," said the woman, her voice shifting between an epic whisper and a dramatic roar.
The boy, with green eyes full of wonder, interrupted. "Is it true that the Demon King, with his last breath, summoned a dragon and fled riding it across the night sky?"
The girl beside him snorted with disdain. "What nonsense! Dragons don't exist. That's just fairy tales."
