The pages of her books were etched with tales of gallant warriors and terrifying beasts -- tales of mysterious magic. My brother and I loved hearing those tales when we were children.
Time passed and I had become an adult. I decided to pay her a visit again. She looked the same as always. The village children listened intently as she recited those tales.
That day, a devilish sprite kidnapped a young village boy. Having deciding to head after the boy, she gave me these words... "I will call upon the strength of the heroes from your favorite tales. I am certain they will aid you well."