Apple of Discord: Chapter 1

After the fourth session Master Da’Mon looks you up and down.

“Okay, demigod. You’ve put in the required work. You have a basic level understanding of how to stay alive out there. You can go quest… OR…” Master Da’Mon almost cracks a smile.

You’ve thought about almost nothing else since you first started the training. Please say you’re gonna teach me “the look,” you think to yourself. Please, please!

“I can teach you how to put it all together!” Your sword master shakes his khopesh.

You nod your head knowingly. “With the look, right?”

“No.” Master Da’Mon sighs and shakes his head. “It’s true what they say, ‘practice makes perfect’. I’ve got one more lesson for you.

Are you ready to keep training?”

Grey has opened another belch for you. You can hear the crackling energy behind you, smell the wild grapes and Diet Coke. The scent of adventure.