Uncover The Ancient Text
Out in the far reaches of the kingdom, cast in shadow, a figure rose forth from the thick forest bramble. His name: Sir Positive. Now, Sir Positive was no knight in gleaming armour. He had no sword nor steed. He was like you or I. He had not a beacon to guide his way through the darkness. No eternal flame to light his path. What he did have… was a smile.
I’m sure you’re asking yourself what this story has to do with the matter at hand. But I am just the narrator, and my sole duty is to tell this tale as old as time. Of a character cast in doubt, and a bold ambition. For though Sir Positive trailed alone, he thought always of his purpose. He left not to escape, but to one day return.
Back home Sir Positive had watched as the noble people of his birthplace had been left to perish by the powerful courts and kings of the so-called “promise land”. The once great realms of the kingdom’s nether had fallen into a permanent shadow, and an eternal winter… People who once lived together had been forced apart by the cold and overgrow, unable to see through the mist and thistle of the darkening forest.
And so now we come back to our tale. Sir Positive had travelled over lands long and mountains high, valleys low-slung and deserts dry. He trudged through marshes wet and swamps a-slimy, oceans cold and rivers briny. He went on foot with his smile shining bright, until he saw a castle in the pale moonlight. He approached with cunning and scaled the wall, then he descended into the royal hall.
With the forest cleared and the darkness dimmed, the people came out once again. It mattered little that the realms were not protected by the shadow of the castle walls, as outside the shadow the communities could shine. Now connected once more, the people began to do amazing things. They helped each other, they thrived, isolation was relinquished and bonds were formed.
