There was a time when Ödön (pronounce: ɜ:ð ɜ:n) was still a little pig and knew nothing of our world. The little fella's day were mostly calm, doing nothing special, just watching the beach and the tides and the riptides. A friend lived under the deep blue, who Ödön only referred to as "father" or "old one". Sometimes the young one even looked at the high blue deep and looked at all the fishes who could fly. How the kiddo wanted to fly, just as high as those fishes, but this dream was unreachable, but being a daydreamer did nothing wrong, right? 

Where the tot spent the days was a one of a kind place: there were small stones, some soft grass and if you looked over the ocean, you could see tall, strong mountains, hills, with lands that most likely no one touch before. Behind Ödön there was the forest, with trees standing next to each other, making it so dark that father never recommended to anyone to go in there, especially to children. On the top of everything was a big, round star, that was called the Sun, which was now behind the mountains.

"I wonder what could I find over there." The cub asked the old one who was rising up from the seas. He had pale blue skin and a big dark coat covering even his face. This man was no stranger to answer any question that came up in the kids mind.

"If you mean the mountains, and the Sun, why don't you see it yourself? You are big enough now."

Ödön raised that one big head and looked at the father. A strange feeling, it was nothing more, but said "go". However the sprout has lived here, next to this great friend, never saw anything else, just the water. "Do you think that I could fly someday?"

The man took a seat next to his friend and looked to the same horizon. This felt a big conversation, that could change the kid's life. "There are still a lot to see, know and make, and who know, maybe The Creator only, you could be one son of mine, who will actually fly, up there." He pointed to the sky and made the little one's eyes sparkle with joy and hope. He could never dare to lie to anyone, especially not his close acquaintances. He was a wise man who learnt from The books. So the young listened to the elderly and went far away.

Days, if not weeks passed by slowly, but eventfully, and Ödön did not take rest. The time shown new creatures; plants and animals and other ones. There were things that could speak, but the kid did not understand a thing they spoke.

One of the encounters made the pig cross ways with a tall, skinny creature, that resembled the old man in some ways. This one had white pale skin, big red eye and beautiful, long, wavy hair, and also had a big hat on the top of his head. This man could understand the small one, however at first he spoke a strange tongue. He was a polite joker, he said his name, which was Numara. He said this meant "count, earl" in his own language.

"Would you like to join my journey, where we'll make the wild tame, and the tame wild? I'm going behind the mountains." Asked the child and hoped in a positive answer.

"Some people say, happiness awaits us there, honey and milk. I was never happy, so I'm in."

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