The Dark Force found it impossible. How could a young man, with whom he'd had no prior contact, possibly know his own story? It was unbelievable. Thus, he grew increasingly interested in the story this young man was about to tell. What story is this boy going to tell, and why is he dithering so much, only to narrate an irrelevant tale?
"I come from a mountain, once a barren wilderness. The people on our mountain survived by chopping wood and hunting," Igor finally began his story.
Kadi had never heard this story about Igor, so he was quite intrigued.
"We all thought we would live this way, chopping wood, hunting, and watching the sunrise and sunset every day."
"These inconsequential things are difficult to make into a story," the Dark Force, drawn into Igor's narrative, commented.
"That's not necessarily true. Every story starts from the mundane; even wood chopping and hunting can lead to various peculiarities."
"HUMPH!" Dark Force scoffed.
