Many great tales are told, and have been told for as long as man has walked the world. Some seem unreal and magical, yet still claim some truth. Folklore and myth last down the generations, but they change and are perverted until all that remain are fantastic tales hardly to be believed. But where do these tales have there beginnings? They do not sprout from the earth for man to harvest. But then do men make them up?

Perhaps all answers are lost. Yet a lost thing may be found. Mayhap the answers lie hidden somewhere within the world, waiting to be discovered. Where then shall we find such knowledge? Most wisdom is often set down in word, and in the end collected into one place, such as books of lore.

Will then all answers be found within such books? Perchance all the histories of these tales lie within the confines of but a single book. And what then shall that book look like? Should it be a grand book encrusted with jewels and edged of gold? Or mayhap it will be nothing more than a dusty brown book.