On the Eloria Plane's main continent, in a burgeoning city rebuilt atop ruins and brimming with vitality.
A boy named Chuck was engaged in a fierce argument with his companions.
"Wizards are real! My grandfather's father saw one with his own eyes!" Chuck's face flushed red as he loudly defended himself against the several children taller than him.
"Oh, give it up, Chuck!" one child said with a disdainful curl of his lip. "You're being ridiculously childish! Wizards? Adults just made them up to scare disobedient children!"
Another chimed in, "Exactly! If there really were wizards who could fly and breathe fire, would we still need the city guard uncles to protect us?"
But Chuck firmly believed that his grandfather would never lie to him.
In that distant past—supposedly more than a hundred years ago, during the dark age of war and chaos—his grandfather's father had still been a young soldier. He must have seen those godlike wizards descending from the heavens with his own eyes!
Arguments between children often lacked logic and reason.
In the end, they inevitably concluded with shoving, increasingly heated bickering, and even a full-blown brawl.
"Stop! You little bastards!"
Fortunately, a patrolling squad of city guards quickly discovered the dispute.
At first, they stood aside with their arms folded, watching the commotion with great interest. Only after they had seen enough did one city guard, who appeared to be the captain, approach with a stern face and use his authoritative voice to put an end to the chaotic scuffle.
Because the other side outnumbered him, Chuck returned home bruised and battered after losing the fight, earning a round of pained complaints from his mother.
Yet strangely, there was not the slightest trace of dejection on Chuck's face despite having lost the fight.
Deep in his