Lucen decided to use his old world's fairy tales for the play. He decided to use the story of the Brave Little Tailor and The Youth Who Went Forth to Learn What Fear Was.
Both had a certain rhythm that could carry through a performance, engaging children with laughter and suspense while offering adults clever insights to ponder.
He didn't need to use the memory-enhancing drug this time. The stories were already etched into his mind, each scene as vivid as a painting.
He could picture the tiny tailor standing atop a hill of giants' fallen foes, a smug grin on his face, daring the impossible.
He could see the youth tiptoeing through haunted castles and graveyards, skeletons rising and doors creaking ominously, yet never so much as flinching.
The mental images almost played like a film before him, every line of dialogue and every twist of fate already memorized from childhood wonder and countless retellings.
