The Ancient Scroll of Windriding

"Sir, do you think stories are real or not?" A man narrowed his eyes as he asked the little child before him. The man merely smiled and replied, "You silly boy. Why ask such questions instead of studying your lessons?" The child lowered his head and said nothing. Then he muttered a few words and bowed to the man. "Please forgive me, sir." The man remained silent, but the child began to cry. "I dreamed that the Seven Heavens will be destroyed in seven days... that you will die... and that the orchids of Yuxiao Tian will wither..." The man smiled without a word. This child was his student and his disciple. The man gently tapped the child's brow with his fingertip, and the child fell into a deep sleep. The man said nothing. After a long while, he murmured to himself, "To me, dreams are always illusions. To you, they are real. This is a calamity you cannot escape... Still, a breeze will eventually come along to finish telling this story."