I don’t like this at all, I don’t like this at all, I don’t like this at all, I don’t like this at all, I don’t like this at all, I don’t like this at all, I don’t like this at all, I don’t like this at all, I don’t like this at all... The Dragon of Fear took a deep breath and a peculiar smell made him forget his panic attack... Sausages? It smelled like food. Eggs? Someone nearby was cooking. Burritos?

Mmmm -- the Princess inhaled. -- Can you smell that, Dragon?

Delicious.

Someone must be cooking nearby. I think the smell is coming from that direction.

The Dragon didn’t think twice and walked right in front of the Princess.

It looks like hunger is stronger than fear.

When one is hungry, Princess, one is capable of anything... even writing a book.

The Princess followed the Dragon, who followed the scent of the food. They finally arrived at a clearing in the forest and there she was, a small woman cooking in a tiny pot.

Hello -- said the Dragon, more with his grumbling stomach than with his mouth.

Hello, good morning -- answered the little woman with wings. -- I am a fairy. I can’t get anything right in this story! Anyway: “answered the fairy”.

We’re really hungry -- said the Dragon, getting straight to the point. Well, you are just in time -- answered the fairy... who I’m sure has a name... -- My name is Pia.

A Writer never ceases to be amazed.

Would you like to eat? -- asked Pia.

Sure!

But you don’t have that much food in your pot.

Don’t worry about that, Princess. I bet there’s enough for all of us.

There is enough to feed an army of dragons -- said Pia.

Really?

There is only one way to find out, right? -- And as she said this, she took out two bowls, two spoons, and served some soup for the Princess and the Dragon. They happily finished their soup and asked for seconds. Pia filled their bowls again, and they happily ate seconds and asked for thirds... Pia smiled and filled their bowls again... after four bowls they were full.

That was delicious! How can there be so much soup in such a small pot?

It’s a magic pot -- answered Pia. -- It’s my job to feed anyone who passes through here.

Really? Why? Who are you?

I am The Fairy of Remembrance -- said Pia, covering her pot. -- I’m the protector of The Cave of the Past.

Oh, so... where’s the cave?

Here -- answered Pia naturally.

Here?

Yes. This is the entrance to The Cave of the Past.

I don’t see anything.

No, you can’t -- said Pia. -- Because only those who want to remember can see it.

Remember... what?