From the dungeons of dragons , they came a wordsmith ,with a pen blazing with creativity. Every word he wrote , left a trace's of radiance that sparkled through the mind of the reader.
The legend has it, that even time bowed and marvelled at every stroke of imprint that the wordsmith made.
As far as the east is from the west his creativity knew no boundaries ,his creativity travelled through beams of light and scotched the feet's of intellectual gladiators .
Indeed they say he was embodiment of the library of Alexandria in a human form .
How the story ends , it is just another lost chapter of the unrecorded history.