‘Behind you a GIANT three headed monkey!’ you answer, he turns to look and you strike for his weak spot. Your sword slithers past his sword and strikes him clean in the chest. He drops to his knees looks at you with a perplexed quizzical look.
His dying breath he says ‘This is the sword of my father and his father before him, my fathers father was given the sword by his forefathers who bore the sword before his fathers father forbade him to bear the sword of his father, it was this forbidance of my aforementioned forefathers that bade my fathers forefathers to skip my fathers fathers father to bear the sword. It is said that the sword was forged in a dragons fire at the beginning of time itself by my great great great and then some grandfather. It is said that the sword has a magic power that can bring forth the power of one thousand Hussars! You have bested me and so I pass the secret on to you. To use the power you must use the sacred word of eternal power which is Gre…aarrrrghh!’
With his rant almost complete he expires at the crucial part.
You pick up the sword of his forefathers, looks a bit old for your liking and you chuck it away. Looking in his pack you find some good looking broken wine bottles, he must have stepped on them in the fight. Shame.
You kick the body into a ditch.
The weather looks as if it is becoming more concentrated.
Do you
Continue onwards, hoping that the end is near
Continue onwards, realising that sometimes the journey is often as exciting as arriving