Fiction

In a valley, which rests at the bottom of a modest mountain, there was a village.  It wasn't a place of magic.  It didn't spawn legacies of heroes.  It was not the seat of a great crime empire.  It didn't even have vast mines or wealth.  It was wholly unremarkable in every way.  The people who lived there didn't think this, but ask anyone else and they'll tell you its not important.  That is if they've ever heard of it.

The people who lived in this village however, knew that it was a place of magic.  That heroes did live among them.  And it was a wealthy place.  Their children born every year, who grew up battling monsters, showed the adults the magic of their imaginations.  The miller who single handed saved the village from starving by sharing his grain was one of their heroes.  Or the silversmith who made the beautiful rings for handfastings at no profit to himself, just because he loved love.  Their village was filled with people who knew and cared for each other.

One day, a child was born who was unlike any other child.  His parents were just like the other villagers, and they loved their boy.  They were no better off or worse than any other.  He did not possess amazing gifts, could not conjure fire or float things with his mind.  He was different, because he was bored.  The monsters and villains the other children summoned for play did nothing to amuse him.  So he grew up mostly alone, occasionally trying to play with the other children, but to naught.  His parents figured that he was either a little simple or he would grow out of it. 

The time of apprenticeship came and the boy could not decide what he wanted to learn.  It was traditional for children to apprentice with their fathers, but some had in the past taken other paths.  At a young age, the boy confessed to his father that he though the profession of a miller, which his father was, was boring, and his father wouldn't subject his son to that.  He didn't have the temperament to stay in one place for very long, so most of the other apprenticeships were out as well.  In fact, it only left the trappers, and they all said he was to loud to be any good.

Luckily, the boys family had a feeling something like this was going to happen.  So, with much reluctance and shame, they gave the boy, still young though old enough to start out on his own, some money they had saved, a good pair of boots, and directions to the city.  They hopped the sites and sounds would keep him entertained even as he found work.  So they found him a teamster who was driving part of the way there, placed him on the wagon, and said goodbye.