[some other time]
The winter was in full frosty and snow outside the window. The entire home shook slightly with every gust of wind. Three children cuddled close to a roaring fire to remain warm while a tall man wearing a blanket held a book. "I met this man once in my life, so I can tell you that these stories must be true to a degree. I had to dig for some weeks through the libraries before an elf friend of mine gave me a book about him. His name was the dimensional step Alabastor."
The two boys and a girl nudged each other to stay awake to hear the story. They looked forward to their fathers' stories every night. It was the thing they loved most, they heard plenty at school or out in the city. But hearing them from their father was more than they could ever want. The stories always felt more real and held hidden details that they felt more after learning.