The Holy Knight’s Quest
He unfurled the map but no sooner had he absentmindedly let go to scratch his nose did the map rolled up again.
Annoyed, he took a dragon-summoning flute and an angelic feather bracelet to use as paperweights, keeping the blasted map flat on his bench. Highly unorthodox, not to mention very flippant, to use such mighty weapons as paperweights; the High Priestess of Unicorn would have frowned disapprovingly. But the flute and the bracelet were closest things at hand.
Absentmindedly scratching his nose in bliss, he studied the map again, refusing to give up.
Instead of the usual cardinal directions of Heart’s Desire, Mind’s Distraction, Heart’s Hatred and Mind’s Centre, the map’s cardinal directions were North, East, South and West. If that did not compound matters, the distances most certainly would.
What on Shangri-La was kilometres? Why could the map not use the standard Flying Griffin Steps?
This Holy Call was certainly the most arduous task he was ever commanded to perform, finding the mystical place revelled as Earth in search of the Green Mermaid of Coffee, the legendary Starbucks.
He should have volunteered to put down the Eternal Phoenix rebellion in blazing Heart’s Hatred of Shangri-La instead.
