Alistair's Heroism

Alistair awoke suddenly. He looked around. Nothing. He could have sworn that he heard something. He must have dreamt it. Alistair was just about to drift back to sleep when he heard it again. It was a slight rustling. Alistair rose from the cold mat serving as his bed. He had to discover what that was. He pulled on his dirty, patchwork cloak and rushed through the creaky door. Torbin, his master, wouldn’t even notice his absence.

Alistair quickly ran towards the bushes where he had heard the noise. He plunged his hand into the bush. He felt something hard. He withdrew it. To his great surprise, it was a chess piece. It was a white king to be exact. Alistair examined it closely. Despite his status as a peasant, he knew many things. He had been stealing books from the king’s library, when his master him with the taxes, since a young age. Someone must have placed the chess piece in this bush. But why? Alistair felt around to check for any more items. He withdrew a dented mug and a ball of wool. Even more mystifying. Suddenly a guard spotted him.

“You there! What are you doing out this late?” the guard yelled.

“I was going to fetch firewood for my master,” Alistair replied thinking quickly. The guard advanced towards him. The guard had sensed the lie. Alistair took off. Alistair navigated through the narrow alleyways of the city with the air of an expert. The guard, burdened with heavy equipment gave up after tripping on the cobblestones. Alistair ran to an old abandoned tavern he could use as refuge.

Alistair cautiously opened the large door of the tavern. Upon doing so, he fell through a concealed trap. He fell into a large dimly lit room. Alistair started to panic. A dark creature was lying in a corner. It heaved itself up...

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... in. Alistair could not run this time. The demon aimed a kick at Alistair. He rolled over, narrowly avoiding it. The wall crumbled. An idea struck him. Alistair drew from his cloak, the white king, the mug and the ball of wool, and threw them directly above the demon, close to the roof. The demon raised one of its hands to catch them. As it did, one of its fists hit the roof. The roof started crumbling burying the demon. It howled and dropped the three items. As fast as his one good leg would carry him, Alistair dashed for the items. He picked them up and flung them into the ring of fire.

As the items melted in the ring of fire, the monster emitted a terrible scream. The labyrinth started to crumble. Alistair did not attempt to escape. He had done what he had to do and saved human kind. Alistair was at peace, oblivious to the chaos surrounding him. He died a hero.