I still remember the mornings in my grandmother’s old house, always cold mornings, my grandmother will set in courtyard just before the sunrise, i wake up before the sun and join her, it was the 80s so there is not much to do, i was a shy kid and always preferred to be alone, playing with others wasn’t something i like to do much, beside; i’m the only kid who wake up at this time.
My mother will join us soon, there is coffee which i never touched and they never offered it to me, then we have a breakfast after the sun rise, never before it, days are slow and people are not in a hurry, it was always bread baked over charcoal with honey and cheese, the day start to warm up, it was always a beautiful day, or that’s what i remember.
My mother and grandmother will talk about everything, they tell stories after stories, and each story lead to another, usually tragic stories about real people, sometimes it’s gossip about women in the town! and there will be stories about witches, magic, jinn, ghouls, flying wizards and all kind of scary mythical creatures, they scared me with these stories yet i can’t have enough of them, even when i see nightmares in my sleep.
Stories always enchanted us, since the ancient times we gathered around, stayed awhile and listened, now people read and watch stories and in some games they can live the stories, but i feel that we should never forget the old ways, we should from time to time set and listen to storytellers.
In WoW my absolute favorite character is not a hero who sacrificed everything, he is a historian of sort, Cho Lorewalker.
Cho told us stories, i loved them first time i heard them, i loved them more every time i hear them again, from time to time i visit Cho to hear him again.
I wish Blizzard will keep him working as a historian for his people, so he travel outside Pandaria to collect stories and tell them.