Once, long ago, there lived a king whose greatest desire was to see and capture a specimen of his kingdom's chief fantastic creatures. Therefore, he called the great wizard Ildor to advise him on how to fulfill his greatest desire. Ildor told the kind to send his three sons to each capture a creature of the kingdom's three races of magical beasts. the family sent their eldest son, Harbid, to search for the mighty dragon; his youngest son, Calidor, to find the intelligent griffin; and his only daughter, Fymere, to capture the graceful unicorn. The three chosen ones left the next morning. Harbid, clad in steel and armed with a great spear, mounted his black steed and set off towards the stony plateaus. Calidor rode his high-pass steed into the mountains, wearing a hide and carrying a scimitar. Fymere set off into the woods, barefoot and dewy in her simple skirt, and holding a small knife. The species watched them go next to the cages it had prepared for the beasts. Harbid reached the highlands the next day. The black hooves of his steed clattered loudly on the sooty rock. On the horizon, a bulge of rock moved and became a dragon. Harbid stopped his mount and called to the beast. “It's Prince Harbid! I have come to bring you into audience with my father, the king. The dragon rose, its red scales glowing as it lumbered forward. The stones trembled as he approached. Harbids' horse screamed, rearing. Then, from within his mind, the prince heard the dragon's high, melodious voice. “Have you come to challenge me?” Harbid raised the visor of his helmet. “No, powerful. My king wishes to see you." But the dragon was... in the middle of the card... or the girl, and her noble heart. Yet all three agreed that something must be done about the greedy king. It was so that the next day, the king was greeted not by his three sons, but by three fearsome legends. They had come to bring him a message, he saw it written in the bottomless eyes of the unicorn, he felt it from the intelligent beak of the griffin from the dragon. And they said: “Now you have seen us, human. For your stupid will you have paid the price of your three children. Your race is always wanton and greedy, we know this now. From this moment on we will live for you only in the imagination. And you will always pine for us, but you will never see us again. We will live, for you, only in fairy tales and songs." Thus the beasts of magic and fantasy departed from our vision.