Bindi-the-skunk

It was a calm and quiet night in the old woods of Japan. A figure ran across the trees, clad in a dark cloak. It stopped for a second, holding up a map."Is this the right one?" it asked, voice collected and feminine. She pulled out a scroll and looked it over, reading, "Here, the Fictorian strides."She had thought it was just a description of old maps, like the phrase "Here there be dragons" to describe places that hadn't been explored. But what was a 'Fictorian'? That was the question that had begun her journey. No one in the village had answers. Not even the wisest sages could. So, she went off on her own to figure out what.Right next to...