"Jethro what the hell were you thinking with Root Rot?!" I shouted.
"I was angry man," he countered.
"He was begging for mercy, dip crap!"
"So he was," Jethro looked down in shame.
"I'd tell you to apologize but..." I trailed off.
"You know what?! Go to hell!" he roared.
"I'm already there with you!" I countered.
"You guys, is this arguing really necessary?" Zaxl asked.
"Yes, Zaxl, I'm afraid it is," I sighed.
"You guys, there is a cockatrice behind you!" he sprang into action, taking out his scythe.
"Oh, great! Just when it couldn't get any worse..." Jethro whimpered
The cockatrice picked up Jethro before Zaxl could use his scythe and ran away with him in his beak.
"After them!" I shouted.
"When will this all end?" Zaxl grumbled.
"When hell freezes over."
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The Amethyst Flame
FantasyThe village of Colmer is devastated by a plague. Its only hope is two brothers divided by their beliefs in magic. When Jethro ventures into the depths of the forest to find a wizard who can heal the village, Arthur is forced to find his brother befo...
