Ch. 9 - How Not to Be a Hero

That evening, when they had stopped to make camp, Roger approached Hannah. “Say, Hannah. Could you teach me how to fight?” “Huh? What happened to the part where you said you were going to be more careful?” “Well,” Roger said, looking slightly embarrassed, “I just figured that if I was…

Ch. 8 - How Not to Be a Hero

“For now, our only goal is to get out of the mountains,” Father Miha explained, “After that I’m going to talk some of the other orders into helping reclaim our shrine.” They pushed their horses as quickly as they dared, which, given the mountainous terrain, translated to a brisk…

Ch. 7 - How Not to Be a Hero

Fantasy games hadn’t prepared Roger for how large the world was, and how much time it took to get from one place to another. Once again he found himself walking through the woods. The cool mountain air blew in fitful gusts, and it seemed like every five minutes they…

Ch. 6 - How Not to Be a Hero

That night the trio camped out in a little cleft in the rocks. They lit no fire, and waited in the dark for the sun to rise. They took turns watching for ogres and other monsters, but–even when not on watch–they didn’t sleep much. The sun shone…

Ch. 5 - How Not to Be a Hero

Roger and Hannah crept through a small aspen grove. Ahead of them the forest was glowing from a yet unseen source. A few moments after entering the trees they began to hear voices muttering indistinct words, occasionally bursting out in laughter or annoyance. The silhouette of a person appeared on…

Ch. 4 - How Not to Be a Hero

The two of them were in pursuit for the rest of the afternoon. Evening came, bathing the mountainside in a pink glow, the trees and boulders casting long shadows, creating deep dark places. Following the path, they climbed higher and higher, sometimes passing precarious drop offs, and steep switchback sections.…

Ch. 3 - How Not to Be a Hero

Roger awoke with the feeling of sunlight on his face. He had been having a dream where he was walking down a never ending path. Every time he took a step, his body would crack, click, or tick. With every rusty tick his legs and feet would become more sore,…

Ch. 2 - How Not to Be a Hero

After bushwhacking for a few minutes, Hannah and Roger came across a well worn footpath that ran through the trees. The sunlight filtered down and speckled the ground with leafy shadows. The loamy soil was covered with a layer of leaves dropped from the trees, and had a soft springy…