The Greatest Tale (Or: Two Kids on an Epic Quest to Save the World)

Chapter Eight

As they walked down a familiar brick road, the group sang and laughed, accompanied by the bard's lute. They were carefree, happy bunch simply traveling to see the wiz - wait that's the wrong book. Sorry about that! Sometimes, these familiar phrases just slip out. It's not like this book is attempting to be original or anything...that would be inconceivable.

The carefree, happy bunch of people set off on an epic quest to defeat the tyrant, but that didn't mean they couldn't sing about it!

Oh we're just some merry folk

Who are off to deal with that old bloke

Sure some of us will die on the way

But that doesn't mean that we can't say...

"Say what?" asked Du'ling, "No, I'm serious. This song doesn't make any sense. What on earth were we going to say?"

Tu'f, still marching and singing along, stopped and stared at her. "Du'ling, haven't you learned anything? Songs don't make sense here. We just sing whatever the author tells us to. No questions are asked."

"Oh yeah? And who's this author? I want to have words with him."

"Not him, my dear Du'ling. Her."

"Whoops. All right Author. Why on earth must we sing this?"

The group fell silent. All pairs of eyes stared at her. The bard was the one who managed to speak first.

"You...don't like my music?"

Du'ling turned away, struggling to maintain some composure. She didn't quite know what to say, but she had to say something anyway.

"Fine...I do," she said, "BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE TO SING IT."

"Good then."

The group continued traveling along the brick road, the mercenary sulking behind them. He wasn't enjoying the music either. In fact, and we can tell this from his black robes, he was planning to betray them at some point. But we don't need to worry about that yet! That won't come till they face off against small threats.

Which are just around the corner. Yes, that's right. No rest for the weary.

The first threat was a troll guarding a bridge. Now normally, the troll will come out, do a little dance and basically say "Solve this seemingly hard riddle to cross my bridge."

This troll did just that. His riddle was:

What runs around the whole yard without moving?

One would think that this group of merry travelers would, like all good heroes, answer the riddle and cross the bridge.

The mercenary man, however, had a rifle.

And you wouldn't believe the number of problems a rifle can solve.

So, the mercenary man shot the troll dead, ridding the nearby town of a great nuisance. The townsfolk showered our band of travelers with unspeakable gifts, but unfortunately, no one had any armor to spare for poor Tu'f. He would have to wait until the group found a cave of wonders or something.

After ridding more towns of nuisances, including but not limited to: wolves, lions, tigers, and bears, and more wolves, the group (staggering under the weight of all the loot they gained) made their way to a giant mountain. How on earth they managed to find this giant mountain, I'm sure we'll never know. 

Yes, I'm working on this book again. You're welcome. 😁