Once upon a time, in a far-off land called Tantara, there was a young lad searching for adventure.

Many travels had he undergone in the past, but these escapades had started to seem dull, almost boring. Something new was needed.

Always being watched by his overseers, it was a challenge to ever get out of their sight long enough to find something new.

As the day continued to drag by in the land, the overseers saw fit to stop at the local shops in order to re-supply and refurbish their items for the long journey they had ahead.

It was during this stop that the young boy found his peace. Unknown to him at the time, the fire within him that longed to be sated was about to be just that.

Each shop was approached, ventured into, and then discarded as the boy’s overseers felt that only the necessities were needed.

“Come along now boy, it’s time to learn how to be practical!” the male overseer bellowed as he saw the boys fluttering glances at the wonders within the more-so artistic shops

But the boy didn’t want to be practical. He wanted to explore, to take a glimpse into some mystical world that would allow him a slight escape from the dreary every day life he had grown accustomed to under the overseer’s rule.

And then it happened

 Among all the shops in the land, there was a tiny shop tucked into all the hubbub in town that had almost gone unnoticed.

Tiny as it was, the boy was drawn to this place as if something inside of him knew just what he would find.

The moment his overseers weren’t paying attention the boy took his chance, knowing that if he did not, he would always wonder what could have been.

Quick as could be, he made his grand escape.

Upon entering the shop, the boy was startled at first, “Books?” he muttered to himself, “That’s it?” And he was right, for that was all the eye could see.

The shelves spanned every inch of the shop, to the boy it was almost overbearing. As he began to make an immediate dash back to his overseers as he was sure his gut had mistaken him a figured appeared in the corner of his eye.

Out of the vast shelves stepped an old man who, despite his eyes, was otherwise unremarkable. But those eyes, to the boy it looked as if he had seen countless travels and experienced more than one person ever could in a lifetime.

A smile was written upon the old mans face as he said, “Come to find an adventure young one? Well look no further, you’ve found the right place for that.”