I dream of Polar night

When Osprey had been younger, she had told her stories in one very piece, but then she had noticed that most people lost interest, if the story got too long and complicated. Some even fell asleep, which, of course, wasn't very pleasant for the aspiring story-teller, but it had given her a very valuable lesson. In order for people to believe the story, they had to be made part of it. If they had to think about the next significant action of a character, they also had to listen carefully. So far it had always worked and people - even those, who said that they were unimaginative bunch - were excited to help out.

Needless to say that Charon's excitement for helping out and for being "right" every single time, made Osprey happy too. The story was doing what it was supposed to do - entertain, keep on edge, make people imagine and catch a glimpse of a different, sometimes more cheerful and colorful world. "Ok, hit by lightening," Osprey repeated out loud, while memorizing the rest of the details the little fellow had given her in one take. "You probably haven't seen the lightening in action, but believe me - it's very strong. It's capable to take down trees and crack rocks. This was, what happened to the poor Drake. He got cracks and splinters and, when he fell down, he was totally disassembled. It means that his head was lying in one place, while he could see his legs stuck in a tree and his rump lying elsewhere. Horrible," she shuddered at the very thought.

"The good thing was that the magic that held Drake together didn't cease to exist. He was still aware of everything that happened, but he couldn't do much about it. So he lied there alone in the forest and felt miserable and unhappy, because there was no one there to help him.

However - lucky for him - as you correctly guessed - a bear passed by. And not just any bear, but one of the crafting kind. They are very rare species of bears that besides eating, sleeping and occasionally attacking wolves to steal their food can make things out of rocks, wood, sand, mud - you name it. This bear noticed Drake and knew that something was not right with Drake. Because troll heads don't just lie around in the forest. He approached our hero and asked - What happened to you? And Drake began to cry and explained his miserable fate.

The bear sat down, thought and then decided that he could help. First he got Drake's pair of legs and arms down from the tree, where they had been stuck, he picked up Drake's head and then rump and went to the crafting bear village," another pause, another expectant look at Charon. "How do you think the bears put Drake back together?"