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Once upon a time a gentle magician who was loved by the villages, lived in a tall tower that overlooked the ocean. He cared for a splendid garden that was often visited by the children who lived nearby. The peacefullness of the willow trees and the bright dancing flowers could lighten anyones heart. All but until one day...

The magician had fallen in love with a beautiful raven haired girl and he courted her with every magic he could find. She was a seamstress and would often play with the children, sewing them dolls and other toys which he would then enchant. She returned his love tenfold and they arranged to marry on a bright spring morning. That day was to become most tragic. During his preparations something went dangerously wrong. A fragmented spell tore the soul from his ravenhaired girl and placed it into a silver needle that she had been using to sew her dress with. In his dispair he shut himself into his tower, never to be seen again by the village folk.

His now dark tower became seperated from any near-by village by a dense forest. A high wall encircled the area, overgrown with ivy and weeds and preventing others from bothering him. He never came outside and the darkness was so thick that spring never visited that dreary place. Winter took hold in the garden, killing off the trees and freezing the magicians heart even more. Every moment of his waking day he mourned the loss that was caused by the hands he now despised.

The magician woke up one day to the voice of pipes playing a jaunty tune that made the senses itch to join in. One of the walls has given under the weight of a branch and, there on top of the rubble, a little girl sat, dark hair glinting silver in the sun. The golden rays of the bright orb in the sky warmed his heart and the lively music mealted the ice that surrounded his soul. A smile grew on his face and a chuckle sounded from his lips as the years of torment seemed to shed from his face like water. Slowly, one by one, the voice of the pipes were joined by the voices of children as they came over the high wall and soon winter mealted into spring, the garden comming to life once more.

This lightened the magician's heart and he began to play with the children, making toys and dolls for them like his beloved used to. As the years went by the magician grew old and he knew it was time for him to follow the path to his beloved. He called to the raven haired girl who he was most fond of and with a quiet wisper, "Go to the highest room in the tower. There you will find a silver box. Inside is the needle and thread that can sew the spirits into the Porro so that they may live. Please continue the legacy that honours my love and so that she may depart with me."

And this is how Stuffed with Fluff was born

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