by sky king
after eight hundred years of searching for the champion, madness was descending. pastiche screamed and waved his sword at the trees of the last ancient forest, yelling the name, the cursed name, of the enchanter mydrrin. who was the champion? The old police chief? The estranged son? The abused daughter? branches creaked in the wind. pastiche's mad laughter added a counterpoint to the sound. Who?