For Alvin Moffet, the quintessence of life as it should be was contained in a row of leather-bound volumes in the library's rare book room. Alvin worked one floor below, in the reference bureau, but spent his free time upstairs savoring “La Morte D'Arthur” or perhaps “Orlando Furioso”. When an avalanche of students kept him on the desk (almost always during the weeks of final exams) he did so with a cheap edition of "The One and Next King" and his own luminous dreams. And while he admired the vision expressed in the first two books, in his heart Alvin felt the true spirit of classic travel. One noon coincided with a pearly sphere that floated next to the "Song of Rolando".

- Alvin Mofftet? – asked the sphere sharply - Alvin Bergen Moffet?

Distracted, Alvin nodded reluctantly.
The gurgling sphere - Excellent! I have traveled far to find it.

At this point, Alvin fully realized whoever was addressing him was, by all accounts, an alien entity. He jumped in fright and screamed in his confusion.
- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE!?
The sphere seemed to understand and replied that it was none other than the Guardian of Zaorg come to seek Alvin's help in a matter of extreme urgency.

"And what could I do?" Alvin said.
-Help the wonderful world of Izfan, which is currently in great danger- answered the sphere to a very confused Alvin who had never heard of the existence of said place in his life. But before I could ask the sphere added in a tone that showed embarrassment- I will build a visual simulation of Izfan, adjusted to your senses. Observe then and quickly.

Around Alvin, the somewhat similar landscape of Ifzan took shape. There were great bogs and forests, there were soft-flowing meadows, and beyond that a glittering castle.
A lone knight ventured from the gate, riding cautiously toward a monstrous dragon-like creature that left the landscape in ruins and desolation. From a high tower a woman with raven-black hair and striking beauty cried passionately for her hero to have courage as he urged his mount toward the dragon.
The scene suddenly disappeared.
- As your eyes could observe- continued the sphere- Ifzan is besieged by those disgusting invaders, our champions are powerless before the advance of their waves. Only a brave outsider can be an equal in the face of the unnatural plague.

- Do you need me?
- Sure- The sphere seemed to read Alvin's thoughts at the end- Don't worry, your terrestrial physique, which you consider inadequate, will be rectified accordingly if you decide to accompany me. Will you now accept this matchless challenge?

That's all I've ever read, dreamed, hoped for, Alvin thought, not daring to breathe. It was decided.
-Where should I sign?
"Your word is proof enough of your decision, Alvin Moffet," said the sphere, pleased.
The entire environment of the library abruptly collapsed, and then Alvin found himself standing in the same meadow, next to the castle he had admired. The air was wonderfully cool and comforting, and Alvin let out a contented sigh, cut short by the breath of orange flames. Looking down in mounting horror, he discovered that his skin had turned magenta and scaly, his fingers had been reduced to jagged claws, and his legs were grotesque stumps.
"This wasn't what I expected," Alvin said sourly, his heavy, spiked tail flicking around like a whip.

- Be careful with that thing- said the sphere anxiously- Wait for the signal.

A crowd had begun to settle along the ramparts, shouting at Alvin and gesturing. When an armored knight of heroic proportions thundered through the gate on his way out of the castle, all fell silent in ecstasy. The knight pointed his spear at Alvin and the crowd in anticipation let out a raving shriek.
Overwhelmed by the course of events, Alvin wanted to cry, but reptiles don't have tear ducts; the only thing he could expel was a phrase in the form of reproach.
- I…I don't know what to think about this, or about you.
- Think of me as your manager, now listen to me well boy- The sphere spoke to him in a soft and firm voice at the same time- When the bell rings, I want you to get in there with everything, really. So fight!