Writing a textbook

Once, upon a time, a brave man lived in a small village with only his son. His son was his pride and joy. However, his son was very rebellious. Often the boy would get lost in the woods and his father would have to go off and find him. But one time, the boy didn't come home and his father couldn't find him, and even though the father spent weeks looking for his son there was no one else in those woods. Although his hope grew brittle with time, the father would not abandon it entirely. He knew that there was more to the woods than met the eye. The forest was rich with secrecy, with magic. In his heart, he knew his son was close, but he would not find him by mortal means. The brave man gathered all of his courage and prepared for a long journey, for he knew he would have to return to the wilderness and seek an audience with the Minister of magic.

Setting off in search for his beloved son, the brave man wondered the forest. He searched for days before weariness settled into his bones, turning his limbs to lead. He slept sparsely, never more than a few hours at a time in fear a creature would be upon him before he awoke. Through this, the brave man had yet to give up hope. Even when faced with a Centaur, whose sole belief was that that man did not belong in the forest, his thoughts lay only on his son. The days droned on and his hope to be reunited never drifted; there were times he would hear a voice calling him, but it never belonged to who he was searching for. The man was tired, hungry and wished for something, anything, to know if his son was alive. Was his son long gone? Was his search fruitless?

For the first time since his son went missing, the brave man began to question himself. He would have given up all hope, if it wasn't for the...