The Legends We Create
I have lived here all my life, in a small village high up in the mountains of an unknown land, accept if you count legends, yes, this is one of those places you hear about in myth’s legends and fairytales, once upon a time in a far faraway land there was… you know the stories I’m talking about.
This town is special, weird and still, boring. The magic that once filled the village has almost completely disappeared. Yet there are still some clues as to what has happened here, the legends that you know that started here, in my village.
My family was strongly connected to most of them and for some strange reason, a force keeps us in the village, my grandmother tells me it is because there is still a legend we have to create.
A mere week later a stranger entered town, a mysterious young man that appears everywhere I go and asks me strange questions though he won’t answer any of mine, could this stranger be a part of the legend my family spoke about? Who is he? Or more specifically, what is he?