Meidori didn't believe in legends;
not in the gentle creatures that lived high up in the trees, nor in the ferocious ground-people who were said to dwell in the forgotten mines of Alvorha. Meidori stayed clear of any such conversations when they blossomed under the village children, like they often did. See, the village was located deep in the heart of the forest, at the foot of the great mountain Pandora.

But it was a small village, and not the type filled with interesting treasures and adventures. It was never summer nor winter. The leaves of the trees were never green nor brown: always a mixture, little blots of both colors splashed together as if painted by the precise hands of...