The Unimportant Hero
This is a story of a far off land called Dagan, stupid name in my opinion, in a kingdom of Elvish Oaks and Spice Wood. Like every story we have our hero, he’s not really that important. A damsel, she’s a whiny little thing. A faithful steed, he’s my personal favorite. A beautiful sorceress, yours truly. Don’t be fooled, though there is a hero. I wouldn’t expect much from him- oh hey! There he is- I guess the story is being.
Ryder rode into town at the speed of lightning after hearing the terrible news. Alec, his horse, skidded to a stop once they reach the outside of their old vine covered cottage. A few seconds later Meredith, his sister, emerged frantically from the cottage in clear distress.
”Ryder! Thank goodness you made it, she’s getting worse.” Meredith informed him as he stepped down from Alec. They both rushed inside …show more content…
Ryder let out an airy laugh as he turned to give the chalice to Myra, she took the chalice inspecting it. She let out a satisfied sigh and handed over the mossy green vial, “this will cure your wife. Now all we have to do is make you look the part hero,” Myra said looking down at his dirty uniform. She snapped her fingers and he was engulfed in a red smoke once more, when he looked down he say he was wearing royal attire and was resting on Alec. This time though he was in front of the Village of Spice Wood, so with the vial in hand Ryder made his way to the cottage and cured his wife.
Myra skipped happily down the empty corridors of her home, swinging the chalice around carelessly. She entered the main foyer that was filled to the brim with all her knick knacks, she place the chalice on its rightful pedestal. She grabbed a pitcher of water and filled the chalice up, almost instantly the water turned into a purple juice, and she took a big gulp sighing in content. “I missed this cup,” she said and let out a final
This is a story of a far off land called Dagan, stupid name in my opinion, in a kingdom of Elvish Oaks and Spice Wood. Like every story we have our hero, he’s not really that important. A damsel, she’s a whiny little thing. A faithful steed, he’s my personal favorite. A beautiful sorceress, yours truly. Don’t be fooled, though there is a hero. I wouldn’t expect much from him- oh hey! There he is- I guess the story is being.
Ryder rode into town at the speed of lightning after hearing the terrible news. Alec, his horse, skidded to a stop once they reach the outside of their old vine covered cottage. A few seconds later Meredith, his sister, emerged frantically from the cottage in clear distress.
”Ryder! Thank goodness you made it, she’s getting worse.” Meredith informed him as he stepped down from Alec. They both rushed inside …show more content…
Ryder let out an airy laugh as he turned to give the chalice to Myra, she took the chalice inspecting it. She let out a satisfied sigh and handed over the mossy green vial, “this will cure your wife. Now all we have to do is make you look the part hero,” Myra said looking down at his dirty uniform. She snapped her fingers and he was engulfed in a red smoke once more, when he looked down he say he was wearing royal attire and was resting on Alec. This time though he was in front of the Village of Spice Wood, so with the vial in hand Ryder made his way to the cottage and cured his wife.
Myra skipped happily down the empty corridors of her home, swinging the chalice around carelessly. She entered the main foyer that was filled to the brim with all her knick knacks, she place the chalice on its rightful pedestal. She grabbed a pitcher of water and filled the chalice up, almost instantly the water turned into a purple juice, and she took a big gulp sighing in content. “I missed this cup,” she said and let out a final