“It's the little things that matter.”
Papa Smurf* #quote
Today I ate Taco Bell for lunch and then Jack in The Box at dinner.
Also I met an alien, but that's not very interesting. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
The Villagers And The Adventurers
“We're packing up. We're leaving. We're going. Now!” Mr. Valon
yelled at his family. He never yelled at his family except from
across the fields to tell them dinner was ready or they had company.
Mrs. Valon yelled back at him, “You've already put almost
everything we own in the wagon without asking me! We're you planning
on forcing us to leave without asking?”
“I'm not forcing us to leave! We have to go! Don't talk to me like
it's my fault!”
“Daddy? Why are you taking everything out from the house?”
Teresa, the youngest child in the family, asked with a confused tone.
Sheldon, the middle child remarked, “It's because he doesn't have
any faith in the great adventurers. They've done so much, why don't
you have faith in them?”
“Faith? Don't you see the storm outside the window? That lighting?
It's not natural! You all know its magic. Caused by that wizard. That
dark wizard. And do you trust those adventurers are going to kill
that wizard. Make the problem go away? What have they done to prove
themselves.”
Reggie, the oldest child then said, “They helped this village by
killing the dragon in the mountains that kept stealing our sheep.
They even brought yours home to you. Don't you remember when they
visited our house?”
Mr. Valon wondered if that's why his family wouldn't think straight.
If they were impressed by those adventurers. The knight, bard,
wizard, ninja, and werewolf. They appeared at their house and showed
off their power by kindly giving the sheep they took back from the
dragon. The powerful dragon. But is a dragon reason to believe they
could defeat a dark wizard? No.
“Reggie, get the item out of that old red chest over there. I
haven't shown it to you before. It was something I had before I met
your mother. It'll show you my authority on adventurers.”
The eldest son pulled out the item, an old enchanted sword. It
glowed brightly without rust despite its age. The magic contained in
its runes kept away that rust and gave it the glow expected from
water bathed in sun.
“You've had this? For this long?”
“With my own adventuring party I've killed twenty dragons and gone
on far grander adventurers than those idiots that are going against
that dark wizard. The reason that chest was buried under everything
else I've been moving out of the house and the reason I never told
you was so you'd never do something as stupid and dangerous as what
I've done.”
“Incredible,” said Sheldon overwhelmed as all his life he
thought his father a turtle of a man. Without the enchanted sword he
wouldn't believe a word he said.
“Stop with your fascination! I fought a dark wizard like those
idiots with my adventuring party. Yeah, I guess we saved people. But
I'm the last man standing. And I'm pretty sure we got lucky. And I'm
not risking my family to luck. I don't care how many of you are
attached to this house. We are packing up and we are leaving.”
So they packed and left on their wagon. But before they could leave
town the dark storm of magic subsided. The children grinned. They
were happy since that meant the heroes must have been victorious. Mr.
Valon turned the wagon around and they returned home but a man half
covered in armor and half covered in wounds looked at them.
“H-help me.” The knight that leaded the adventurers held his
hand out to them. They brought him into their house and Mr. Valon
used some of his old adventurer knowledge on patching up injuries to
help bring the adventurer to health.
“You kill the dark wizard right?” He asked the knight.
“Yes. You people can rest safe.”
“Yeah. We figured with the magic storm gone we rushed home.” Mr.
Valon said, “But let me guess. You're the only one left.”
“Yes.”
Mr. Valon looked at the adventurer while his family stood behind him. “Here's my
advice. The pain of their loss will never go away. You're only option
is to find happiness.”
