By Wayne Maurice
The quest had been predictably torturous; the Sea of Wrath, the Forest of Fear, the seemingly endless Desert of Doom. By God’s will, and each other’s aid, they made it to the castle
The Good Knight, muscled and groomed from eyelid to toenail, battled goblins and ghosts and warlocks and wizards and serpents and sharks. The Sidekick, bloated and slug-like by nature of his species, did his bit by carrying supplies and laughing at the hero’s jokes.
Twice Good Knight saved Sidekick’s life; once when he slipped on his own slimy entrails and almost fell off the rickety old bridge over the Canyon of Fire, and again when the dragon guarding the tower was about to swallow him whole. Somehow, they made it.