By J.J. Jordan
Chasing riches, Robert led the men deeper into the caverns with their swords drawn.
Blades sang as teeth and claws swarmed. The last torch snuffed out and screams filled the darkness. Monstrous bellies swelled with fleshy treasures.
Weeks later, Robert’s son played in the yard with a wooden sword, the splinters piercing his skin.
“When’s Pa coming home?” he asked. He knew but the answer was buried deep.
His mother, her face glistening with salty streams, snatched away the toy. Told the son to tend to his chores.
As a man, he led others into the caverns. Chasing glory.
Swords drawn.
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