“The world
will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood
against many, and before this battle was over, even a god-king can
bleed.”
March of the
Penguins*
Today I saw
what why kids like the sweet taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Anyway
onto the flash fiction!
The Ultimate
Treasure
Adventures of
the powerful and brave kind went down into a legendary dungeon. They
were close friends who had been through many dungeons before. A few
wizards, knights, a ninja, even a reformed pirate stood among their
ranks. Oh, and a psychic who did respect your personal thoughts like
your personal space. Or so he claimed.
They went after
this treasure like they did so many others. In this legendary dungeon
they heard from the most powerful seer and prophet in the land there
would be the ultimate treasure. They vowed that no matter what
happened they would get this treasure. Among treasures they'd gotten
before were magical items that allowed them to do good everywhere. A
magic staff that could control plants. They not only saved a village
from bandits but then saved its crops. The adventurers sold very
little of their treasure. They saved most of it for doing good on
their quests.
And they kept
their heroic vow for delving deep into this legendary dungeon. A
legendary and dangerous dungeon. Half of this mighty party of
adventurers died. And they were among the most powerful in the land.
The treasure
laid at the very bottom of the massive maze on an obvious pedestal. A
beautiful glowing red orb. One of the wizards touched it. Immediately
afterward they were all outside the dungeon and all their comrades
were revived. The wizard who touched the orb now held it in hand with
it having no glow.
The adventurers
looked at each other and the other treasure they had gathered and
other adventures, magical swords, shields and all. They thought
indeed, their fellow adventurers and friends were perhaps the best
treasures of them all.
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