Passed down from generations of mothers and fathers under the Jaenzi Empire's rule is a story of love and of two stones. It goes like this: Once there was a woman named Carmina who lived in a village near a mountain pass, far from the view of the Emperor’s palace. Carmina was regarded as the smartest, kindest, most talented, and most beautiful woman in all the lands. Wherever she walked, flowers bloomed. Whenever she spoke, the sun shone brighter. It was as though nature hims

Ingrained into the minds of the children of Fosteun is the story of a caterpillar who wished to fly. It goes like this: Once there was a caterpillar who wished to touch the sky. He sat on the branches of trees day and night, yearning for the clouds and stars above. "If only I had wings," he'd cry out. "Then I could touch the sky." One day, a butterfly with beautiful wings came and sat beside the caterpillar. "Little caterpillar," she said. "Why is it you cry so?" The caterpil