A man walked down a steep ravine, armed for combat. He had traveled far, this brave knight, some fifty leagues, to reach the Weeping Cavern beneath Devil’s Bridge. The grotesque monster that lurked within would soon face justice for its vicious attacks against his sister. “No one dishonors my blood and lives,” the knight repeated as he lit a torch to enter that vile and murky grotto. Braving forth, protected by both steel and fire, he descended into a vast darkness, his mind focused on the battle ahead. The creature he sought, with its barbed and venomous tongue, would not be vanquished so easily, but if the gods above were kind, his victory would not be denied. The knight pressed on, deeper and deeper, through dread and jagged tunnels of fanged rock, until finally he approached a curious wooden door. Pushing it open, the knight found himself in the beast’s loathsome den: an unfinished basement apartment somewhere north of Hell. “There you are, troll,” he said, tightening the grip on his weapon. The troll, which was slouched over a laptop, stopped antagonizing commenters on an online message board just long enough to lift its ugly, slavering head. “How dare you malign my sister for liking Gilmore Girls?!” the knight shouted, charging with his blade. “Everyone loves that show!” The troll, startled by the intrusion, tried to shield itself behind the Internet’s cloak of anonymity, but alas, it was absolute rubbish against a longsword. The gods above were kind, indeed.*
*Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, either alive or dead, is wholly coincidental. Also, please don’t hurt the trolls.
© 2014 Tony Vicory.