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I read for a time, a story of a knight who outwits an three-headed ogre. It was obviously an invented tale, unlike some of the others which had a sense of truth about them. Many, however, rested in the border between obviously true and obviously invented. Much like my adventures in the cavern and the forest. Were those real, or were they only the wanderings of a battered mind? What message did they hold?
I ached for my harp, for the music that would help me probe the mystery. All I had were the words that echoed in my mind.
Walk the path before you, the Dragon commanded.
Sing from your heart, advised the Prince of the Forest.
And the fate of the world rode on my actions.
