Prolgue
"Mama! Mama! Would you please tell me a story? A small boy with strawberry blonde hair begged his mother as he crawled into bed wearing pajamas with a dinosaur print and a plush brown dog nestled under his arm.
"A story! So, buddy, what kind of story would you like tonight?" As she tucked him in and took a seat in the antique oak rocking chair next to the bed, the mother chuckled. She smiles softly and observes her son's slow blinks of his deep blue eyes as her fingers idly trace the carved knot work in the chair's arms.
"One with numerous adventures…" He mumbles sleepily.
"You want countless adventures?" She gives him a soft kiss on the forehead and coos once more before whispering, "I think I have just the one…"
"It began long ago in a kingdom hidden deep in the mountains, my great, great grandmother used to tell me about this legend of her people, about the great seer and her abilities…"
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