“Time, the ever-rolling river, takes memory to a place she’s never been and warps even the truest tales to ghosts of themselves. Thus, it is with stories and legends. They ever grow and branch, even as their true origins fade, lost in the minds of the dead and from the tongues of the living. Who knows today who will be the hero of tomorrow or what strange event, small to us now will be the splinter in the heel of Fate.”
- Ibrenicus