Prologue to Breaking a Boldr With One Feather

Stoks walked out of the bar and got on a black horse. He smiled at the people who came out of the tavern. He threw a large cloth bag out in front of the spectators.

“Thank you for your little gift, I shall leave your town and all others alone. With the gift I got, I shall be retiring and following my own path.” Stoks said, smiling. “Oh, and the Legendary Hero has had enough for today, could you please let him out of the basement, please?”

Royel nodded. “It will be done.”

“You may split that amongst yourselves. And be professional about it. Any immature rivalries and I will take it back. Now, farewell, village of Chor’Til!” Stoks said as he rode off. He smiled to himself, he was happy that he could meet the one and only Z’nth the White Wolf. Z’nth had always been Stoks’s childhood hero, so it was an honor to make him laugh.

Later, he arrived at a tree north of Giggler’s Glade. He led his horse inside the large trunk, which was a stable inside. The floor was covered in hay, and there was a medium sized pen for his horse, which oddly enough had a bed and weapon rack. Next to the pen, was a wooden, and polished spiral staircase, that lead up to the second floor.

“Ah, thank you for your help, Dusk Brush.” Stoks said, petting his horse’s muzzle.

“You have a good night, Master Rowan.” Dusk, his horse said as he leaned into the petting.

“You too, dear Dusk.” Stoks said. “And for the last time, don’t call me master, it sounds like I force you to be here. We are friends.” Stoks said, going toward the steps. “I’ll give you some food after I finished.” Stoks then walked up the stairs, as Dusk turned into a tall black Nightmare Stallion wearing a midnight blue leather vest overtop a black cloth shirt, and blue pants with midnight blue boots.

Stoks went upstairs to show a large apartment with a bed, a stove that would heat up but not set ablaze, a desk with parchment and quill, as well as a shelf of different artifacts he collected in his travels. Stoks put a bottle of rainbow liquid on the top shelf, then went to start on dinner. But then he heard a shout. He had started up some meat to cook, but he went to the large one-sided see through window near his bed. He looked out and saw a big, buff stickletop running from the direction of Giggler’s Glade. He turned around and shouted.

“Just you wait, you monster! I will slay you one day!” the stickletop, Boldr, shouted as he kept running, not knowing that he was being watched.

“Huh, he must have had a run in with Zenith…” Stoks said, then he smiled. “He was good looking.” Stoks said, a plot started going through his head as he kept cooking.