Fight in the Dungeon

Watch your step. 

The Fairy and I were shackled and escorted along the rotten corridors of the sewers. I knew what was about to happen, but not the fairy. He was afraid.

“What happens now?” He asked, “Are they going to kill us?”

I didn’t answer. Truth was, we both knew we were in a fatal situation.

“Do you have any magic?” I asked him.

“No.” He responded.

“What? You can fly.”

“Because I have wings. I can’t do anything else.”

The corridor opened up into an expansive chamber. It was an underground stadium, adorned with mold and sewage water.

A small crowd stood in the seating area above. They clapped politely for our execution.

Our shackles were undone, and a rusty sword was handed to me. Where the hell was the Wench and the Tree?

The Fairy perched on my shoulder.

“Can you fight?” I asked.

“No.” He snorted, “I’m a fairy.”

The gates on the other side of the chamber opened. A woman walked out.

“By the gods!” I gasped.

The Whore removed her hood, and showed her face. It was lashed with scars, and tatters of her flesh remained. Her eyes were still dead, and her mouth formed a cold sneer.

“Are we fighting her?” I incredulously asked the guard.

He gave a grunt, “Yes.”

The guard then left the chamber. The Fairy clutched onto my tunic.

“I’m afraid of her,” He said, “She lies.”

“Sooooo,” She crooned, “What noooooow?”

I walked over to her and promptly stabbed her in the gut with my rusty sword. She clutched her wound, and then crumpled onto the floor.

“I am the victor!” I raised my sword in triumph.

The crowd applauded, and we were given our freedom.