To those who disregard the value of their traditions

Once upon a time, a young ogre named Petunia lived in a small village with her clan. She comes from a long line of female ogres known for their strength and healing abilities. 

When a girl in the clan turns 18 years old, she learns the art of healing from the older generation. 

"I'm so excited!"

"It'll be your turn soon." 

...

Growing up, Petunia and the other young girls in the clan often observed Grams cooking pickle porridge to be served in the village infirmary. 

"Now girls, Pay close attention because this will be your job soon," stated Grams.

While other girls squealed, "I can't wait to grow up and learn how to make magical porridge!", Petunia remained silent with her mind somewhere else.

Awaiting her 18th birthday, Petunia spent many nights dreaming about her upcoming role as a village healer. But to Petunia, it was an unappealing job. She didn't want to make pickle porridge or stay in the village her entire life. She thought her time could be better spent elsewhere, doing other things. As a teenager, she wanted to hang out with her friends and travel the world. She just had to break the news to her family.

"Well, what could it be?"

"There's something I need to tell you guys."

"Oh no!"

Atlas, Petunia's 18th birthday arrived, as did her new responsibility to continue her clan's legacy. "Happy birthday, Petunia!" exclaimed Grams. Are you ready to learn how to make pickle porridge?" asked Mom. "There's something I need to tell you guys," replied Petunia.

Grams and Mom both frowned in worry and anxiously waited for Pentunia's next words.

"I don't want to learn to make pickle porridge!" cried Petunia. "It's a waste of time!" she added with exasperation. "How could you say such a thing you naive girl," retorted Mom. "It's our clan's most treasured tradition!" cried Grams. "I don't Care!" responded Petunia with indifference. 

Petunia ran to her room in tears, leaving her mom furious and Grams disappointed. 

For a while, Petunia deliberated about her decision alone, but After a few hours, grams entered the bedroom. "Follow me, I have to show you something," said Grams. "Where are we going?" questioned Petunia. "You'll see," Answered Grams.

Petunia followed Grams to an unknown destination.