The Allure Of Fairy Tales

John told me another of his stories yesterday. Seems like all the booze we shared had loosened his lips and fueled his imagination. I didn't mind... the night was humid and ripe for mystery. He leaned in, hushing as if sharing a secret... I felt his breath on my ear. My head was buzzing from the ale, but I made sure to listen closely. Once upon a time, there was a valiant knight who was brought to ruin by the curse of the Flame. Despite his downfall, the knight sought not revenge, but repentance. Determined to atone, he wandered the edge of Embervale to reach the old Sky Port, his only path towards finding forgiveness beyond. Yet, when the harbor of winds broke down, so did his spirit. His only chance at redemption was whisked away. Devastated, he kneeled atop a mountain and gazed at the Port from afar, waiting... until he faded. The knight wants something he can never have. I understand his heartache all too well... hanging onto a promise, a whisper of hope... I still feel John's words on my skin. It's just a fairy tale, I tell myself... but its sweet allure brings me back to him every time.