“This is it, King Koorgan,” the elderly director called out in a voice that trembled with age. He pointed to a picture in one of the old books he had pulled from the shelf. “This is what you are looking for. The mythical mushrooms said to be the first ones of their kind – those planted by the Goddess herself.”
Koorgan turned and stepped closer to the table. He stared down at the beautiful illustration on the page. Bordered in gold, the picture showed a place deep within the forest. Moonlight shone down through the massive trees onto the ground in a small clearing. In the center of the clearing was a group of mushrooms unlike any that he had ever seen before.
Amidst the mushrooms were the moving images of Koorgan’s ancestors. They looked no taller than Ruth. One of the figures wore an emb
