On a beautiful mountain sits a beautiful city; and on the mountain's peak, sits a beautiful mansion. The mansion is occupied by an old and rich couple who are known to tell amazing stories, both true and fiction. All the kids of the city would make the climb to their abode to hear their stories; of wonder, of tragedy, of heroes, and villains. On one faithful day, at the time where the old man was ready to tell yet another tale, a kid looked over to a book.
"So, kids, what story do you want me to tell you about?"
"Oh! Oh! How about the one where the hero slays the dragon!"
"Or about the great and mysterious traveling merchant!"
"Or about the mad scientist!"
The kids were mentioning very popular tales. These tales are all fictional, as is most of his stories. And then a lonely kid at the back raised his hand.
"Oh! You there boy, at the back! What story do you want to be told?"
"How about the green one on your book shelf..."
To the kids, he looked out of place, but for the old man, his face showed happiness, and for the first time in a long time, excitement. The book in question blended in to the rest of the shelf, making the majority of people only glance; But it was said that this book gets the attention of people who are special. As soon as the book was mentioned, the old man's wife, many adults, and all the maids, stood attention; their interest can be easily seen.
"Ah yes, this book. Pandora's Adventure, the story told, no lore unsung. You have a good eye young one, for this book is contains a tale to beat all other tales that I have told you. What's more amazing is, this is one of the very few tales that are not fiction."
The kids were happy and excited and intently listened at the old man. The story told there was bland, and truly boring; making many of the kids tired from the first page alone. The story was quick and unfulfilling that some of the kids were furious.
"I thought the story was cool gramps! This is such a letdown..."
"The story was quickly made and wrongly written... but this was not true."
The kids suddenly perked up.
"The true story lies in only a few people, and one of those people is me. So, my children, do you want to know the true story? The true adventure?"
The kids obviously rejoiced and agreed to the old man, as he used his magic to add mist to the air and the mist created an image.
The story; long forgotten, long untold, has just begun.