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The wind is a teller of tales.

Late at night,

when the darkness settles upon your world

like a warm and comforting blanket,

the wind may come to tell you a story —

perhaps, like this one,

a tale of angry and desperate men,

of gentle and generous others,

of ferocious, fire-breathing dragons,

and of a war — like all wars —

that did not have to be.

Long, long ago,

there were two villages

on a single island

in the middle

of the Wide Water.