As he slept, his mind conjured up vivid memories of his childhood, before fate gave him a crushing blow. Baldwin stood out among his friends from the age of eight due to his sharp intelligence and unquenchable hunger for knowledge. While other boys ran around in the fields and played pretend, Baldwin could frequently be found nestled away in a cozy nook of the castle, surrounded by rolling hills and lush forests, his nose buried in a book.
Despite his enthusiasm for learning, Baldwin was not a solitary youngster. He had a constant companion in his best pal, Roger. Roger was the polar opposite of Baldwin: mischievous, adventurous, and always eager to cause trouble.
One hot afternoon, as the sun's golden rays seeped through the limbs of an ancient oak tree, Baldwin and Roger became engrossed in the pages of a riveting story. The air was filled with the delicious aroma of lush flowers blooming at the base of the tree, adding to the enchanting mood of their temporary reading nook.
