The moment Atreyu’s name is mentioned, it sparks a memory within Bastian. He looks at an image stitched onto his backpack: that of an Indian brave hunting a buffalo on horseback. This warrior’s name is also Atreyu; At this point he’s ready to chalk it up to coincidence. But something interesting happened here: The bookContinue reading “How The Neverending Story inspired me to write: Part 4”