“Stay in
school!”
Peter Pan*
#quote
Today
grandmother came over for dinner. It was a joyous occasion filled
with joy and some more joy with a little joy sprinkled on top. Anyway
onto the flash fiction!
John The
Adventurer
“Okay Evil
Overlord Whatever-Your-Name-Is. Your minions are dead. You can either
let me kill you easily or we can do this the hard way.” A seventeen
year old adventurer said clad in enchanted armor that changed size to
fit him and protected him from many forms of harm, magical and
physical. It also gave him the strength of a thousand men. Or two
thousand. No scale could be made for his strength. The evil overlord
couldn't see the features of the adventurer's face behind the mask to
see the young man's dismissive expression, but the way the armored
teenager casually waved around his massive sword showed it just fine.
“How dare you
address me so casually!?” The evil overlord yelled while clad in
his own armor. The hero's was a glowing enchanted silver while the
overlord's unenchanted bronze painted black but imbued with evil by
the fact every bit of work that went into it was slave labor. “I am
Overlord Terror and you will fear me!”
“And my name
is John the Adventurer.”
“John...?”
Overlord Terror started shaking.
“And you
chose the hard way.” John stabbed the evil overlord in the gut to
get as instant as a kill as he could. His armor gave him speed so
great he crossed the room and stabbed the overlord in only a few
seconds become a blur at several instances.
The evil
overlord laughed. “I feel so much pain but the Great John won't be
able to kill me so easily. The power that let me gain such a position
is that I was cursed to take on a similar body to that of the swamp
creatures. I am so hideous that people hate me but it does make me
very difficult to kill. With all the regeneration and my lack of
normal organs.”
“Good for
you,” John responded while he twisted his sword to make the evil
overlord feel more pain.
Overlord Terror
shook an winced. “What made it so easy for you to just try and kill
me in the first place?”
John groaned.
“Won't die so you're asking questions? You've heard of me right?
You were scared when you heard of my name. I 'adventure' around
killing villains like you all the time. I'm used to it. The first one
was hard. The first overlord that is. The first minion was self
defense. I got a long story. First story was revenge and redemption.
I got my skills and my armor. Afterward through chance I heard of
another land besides my home in trouble. Felt obligated since I could
do it. The cycle continued with more lands and more villains to
defeat. I saved my homeland when I was twelve. That's how powerful
the armor is. And I'm going to keep doing this. I'm so powerful the
civilians and soldiers can sleep peacefully in their homes and I can
act as pest control. I'm the only one who gets their hands dirty. I
clean every land up. It's as easy to kill you as it is to wipe dust
off the counter.”
The evil
overlord laughed. “So that's how it is. Wonderful story. But you
can't kill me. I told you I'm like the swamp monsters.”
The adventurer
laughed back. “Whatever idiot. I've killed those too. You may not
have normal organs but I know how to hack and slash you all up and
hit all the tiny brains spread through slime body. I told you.
Killing you is just as just as easy as wiping dust off the counter.”
John then
slashed him to bits and rid the land of the terrible evil overlord
that had terrorized it for the past decade. Soon he would use some
magic spells to travel to another land and save it to repeat the
cycle once more.
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