“Make love,
not war.”
Genghis Khan* #quote
Today I battled
a group of clowns in a pie throwing contest. I tried to defeat them,
but alas, they are masters of their craft. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
The
Enchanted Blade
Many battled
for it. The last blade left behind by the great knight Sir Yendel. It
possessed great magic of unknown origin. After training for many
years Sir Tellen would be the one to take it to be his. He defeated
all other knights who laid claim to land where it lied. Beating them
in duels was only step one. He needed to climb the mountain and enter
Sir Yendel's old castle retreat. The corpses of the monsters
inhabiting the mountain fell to Sir Tellen's feet. Other knights who
owned the land couldn't clear out the goblins and ogres living there.
Now entire tribes died.
Sir Tellen
entered the old castle. The place where the great knight of legend
retreated for privacy. He saw the bones of a dragon. The loyal pet of
the legendary knight. It must have lived here until it passed away
like its master. Tellen pulled his Fairy Compass, an artifact that
pointed towards magic instead of north. While he walked through the
building Sir Tellen saw that the Fairy Compass pointed towards only
one direction for magic and never wavered. It must be the enchanted
blade.
After following
it Sir Tellen found a table, and on it a blade. But not a blade
suited to slay anything. A small butter knife sat next to a plate.
Sir Tellen became enraged. Hundreds of duels. Hundreds of monsters.
He grabbed the butter knife and threw it across the room. He saw the
faint blue glow of magic but didn't care. He left in a huff and
didn't look back.
The blade said,
“Wait, what just happened? Did I have a visitor? Oh well, back to
sleep.” Sir Yendel's old genie friend went back to sleep. The genie got stuck with the butter knife when all the magic lamps were taken, but he grew used the cozy vessel.
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