An Apeiron Story: The Knight’s Tale

Hey everyone! This week we have another story looking at how one of our Dood Apostles — the brave Knight — got a start in adventuring in…

Hey everyone! This week we have another story looking at how one of our Dood Apostles — the brave Knight — got a start in adventuring in the Apeiron godiverse. There’s a lot of lore tidbits for you to chew over in this one — hope you enjoy!

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Alright, that covers what we need to cover. Onward to adventure! Let us tell you a tale~

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In the rich farmlands surrounding the White City of the Axis Mundi — the Center of Creation in the godivese — in the shadow of EDENs and gods — there lived a dood. Actually, there were many farmer doods living in the farmlands. But we’re talking about one home in particular: a big house — practically a plantation — which oversaw several fields of hickleberries as well as a modest herd of Dolk.

The plantation was owned and had been owned by the Lamancha Dood family for generations, and they had become famous for producing a very high quality hickleberry jam which Axis Mundi doods put on everything from toast to cake to having on the side of a roast dinner. It had even been endorsed by Horticult, the God of Agriculture (“a fine example of dood agricultural produce”). This had made the family pretty rich.

The current scion of the Lamancha name was a dood who went by the name of Keyhotty. Keyhotty was, like most doods, lazy as hell. And as such, he hired a few hands to help run the farm and keep the hickleberry jam churning out while he reaped the profits. For many years he lived in the lap of luxury and enjoyed an extravagant bachelor’s lifestyle (he never quite found a doodette to settle down with).

And yet as the years went on, Keyhotty found himself getting — well, bored. So he wandered around and in the end settled on reading: his grandfather had amassed quite the collections of tales of doody adventures across the godiverse. Now it should be noted that dood books are mostly pictures with a few explanatory words and lots of punchy dialogue — and for Keyhotty, this was perfect. He found himself loving every word (and picture).

Over time, a strange thing happened. Keyhotty became so entangled in the stories he was reading that he began to believe that he himself was one such adventurer. As he was snarfing down some hickleberry toast one morning at breakfast, he suddenly stood up and said: “I’m late!”

“Um, late for what?” asked the old dood maid who had been with the Lamancha family for many years.

“A very important date!”

“A date? You?” The maid couldn’t believe it. Keyhotty hadn’t had a date in years. Would the Lamancha household finally have doodlings running around again?

“Yes! I must go to the castle to be knighted in the name of Her Divine Majestyness, Her Holiest Holiness, Cosmos, Queen of Goddesses!”

“The castle?” asked the maid. There wasn’t any castle that she could think of near where they lived. In fact, they were the biggest farm around.

“Yes! The Castle at Four Corners!”

“Uh…you mean the Inn at Four Corners?” The Inn at Four Corners, so named for being at a four-way intersection of two of major roads leading to various different parts of the vast farmlands around the White City, was a pretty big and famous building where many a farming dood went to brag about their farmstuffs and get drunk. It was hardly a castle though.

“Yes haha! The castle! To the castle I say!”

“Alright then Mr. Keyhotty, alright. Will you be going alone?” She couldn’t fathom why he suddenly wanted to visit the Inn, but at least it would get his lazy dood butt out of the house.

“Hmmm…good question…don’t really want to walk all the way there…aha!” Keyhotty ran out of the room.

The old dood maid stood there for a minute trying to digest that strange conversation. Then she shrugged and turned her attention to digesting her breakfast instead.

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It was a fine mid-morning when Keyhotty Lamancha, Dood Lord of Hickleberry Manor, flew off towards the Inn at Four Corners. He cut quite a sight, clad in rusty armor that he had dug up from who knew where, a sword at his belt, purple riding cloak flashing in the sunlight, atop his noble…sdood.

In point of fact, no self-respecting horse would ever belittle itself so much as to carry a dood around. So instead Keyhotty appeared to be riding…another dood? A heretofore unknown species of dood-horse hybrid? Those farmers marveling at Keyhotty and his sdood couldn’t figure it out, that’s for sure.

They arrived at the Inn just around lunchtime. Four Corners was a famous old inn, built ramshackle below one of the shining EDEN towers scattered around the farmlands. And it was packed: many doods working out in the fields nearby preferred to come to the inn to grab a bite to eat instead of packing something of their own. As such there was a fair old crowd when Keyhotty dramatically shoved open the door and shouted powerfully: “Your majesty!”

Everyone turned to look at him. Keyhotty smiled at them and raised a gloved hand. “Countrydoods, fear not! I have come looking for the king! Please, continue eating.”

“Eh?” said old farmer Mcdoodle, giving word to the confused feelings of many a dood in the inn’s spacious dining room.

“Uh, Mr. Keyhotty sir,” said a serving dood, coming up to him nervously. “There ain’t no king here.”

Keyhotty blinked. “Is this not the Castle at Four Corners?”

“It’s the Inn at Four Corners.”

“That’s what I said! Now bring me the king!”

“Um…what if I just brought you lunch instead?”

“Well…fine, I’ll eat first. Then the king!”

So Keyhotty sat down with the other farmer doods and ate a hearty lunch consisting of bam sandwich with plenty of gravy, cheesy chips, a side of mushy peas, and some hickleberry juice to wash it all down. But as soon as he was done, he jumped up again. “Where’s the king?!” The other farmer doods were getting disgruntled at this point. They were trying to enjoy their lunch break, after all.

The innkeeper, a portly dood by the name of Jasper, came over to Keyhotty to see if he couldn’t calm down the situation. “Hullo Keyhotty! You don’t usually come here for lunch. What’s all this then?”

Keyhotty, upon seeing Jasper, immediately dropped down on one knee. “Your majesty!”

“Uh,” said Jasper. “Key, it’s me. Jas. We went to school together.”

“Your majesty, I need you to knight me,” said Keyhotty, completely ignoring what Jas was saying. “Knight me in the name of Her Holiest Holyness Cosmos, so that I can go out there and save the princess.”

“The princess?”

“The Lady Doodcinea, of course! Oh how hot she is!” Keyhotty sighed in admiration.

“Huh,” said Jasper. Try as he might, he couldn’t think of any doodette who had been romantically involved with Keyhotty anytime recently. But he was beginning to think that Keyhotty was drunk. So he went along with it. “Ok, so you want to be…knighted?”

“Yeah, your majesty!”

“Ok then…” said Jasper, looking around. He grabbed a fork off a nearby table and touched it to both sides of Keyhotty’s head. “I knight you in the name of…uhh…breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And Cosmos. Go out there and…save the princess! Just don’t hurt yourself.”

“YEEESSS!” shouted Keyhotty, letting out a roar of such triumph that the other doods all jumped in their seats. He drew his sword and held it aloft. “Let it be known that Keyhotty is now SIR Keyhotty! HAHAHA!”

“Alright alright,” said old farmer McDoodle. “That’s enough of all this Key. Go home, will ya? You’re disturbin’ our lunch break.”

“Well well! Is this a challenge then?” said Keyhotty, turning on his heel and slashing his sword back and forth in the air devilishly.

“Now now, come on Key-” said Jasper, trying to calm everyone down. Then Keyhotty turned suddenly and, unfortunately, accidentally slashed Jasper’s apron. He didn’t actually hurt him, thankfully. But this attack — accidental or no — was the final straw for the put-upon farmers. As a group they surrounded Keyhotty, who found his newly knighted self grabbed by the scruff of the neck and unceremoniously tossed out of the inn.

He landed hard in the muddy front yard outside, near where his sdood was waiting.

“Neigh,” said the sdood consolingly.

“Ow,” said Keyhotty.

“Oi,” said a voice.

Keyhotty looked up painfully from the dirt. He saw a youthful farmer dood staring at him, but not without pity. “Need some help there pal?”

“Well…yeah.”

The farmer dood gave him a hand up. “Name’s Sando. I help on one of the farms nearby. Aren’t you Keyhotty Lamancha?”

“I am Sir Keyhotty.”

“Right…sure, Sir Keyhotty, we’ll go with that. Well, that’s a big farm you got up there. Need any help on it? The farm I’m on now…it kind of sucks. Too much work, not enough food, if you catch my meaning! Hehe!”

“Well,” said Keyhotty, his eyes suddenly narrowing as a lightbulb went on above his head. “I’ll tell you what, young Sando. Squire me on my adventures, and Hickleberry Manor will be yours. I’ll give it to you.”

“Woah!” said Sando. He couldn’t quite believe his luck. He didn’t know what squire-ing was, but how hard could it be? He put out a hand. “That’s very generous of you, Mr. Keyhotty sir! You got yourself a squire!”

“Excellent,” said Keyhotty, smiling gleefully.

“Neigh,” said the sdood.

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Sando would think long and hard about his choice that fateful day. Over the coming weeks they roved around the farmlands. “Going to save the princess” or “having an adventure” was all that Keyhotty would say to him when he asked where they were going and why. When would it end?

He could only imagine.

To keep himself going, he had had a little picture drawn for him of Hickleberry Manor, and whenever they were camped out for the night and Keyhotty and the sdood were snoring away, Sando would pull out this little picture and imagine how good he would have it once he was lord.

Until then, he was nothing but a squire. And what that meant, he had found out, was basically being a servant to Keyhotty, with duties including getting them food (or cooking, if there weren’t any places to eat around), brushing down sdood (he was convinced sdood was actually a dood…), reading one of Keyhotty’s adventure books at night, cleaning all their clothes, carrying anything they bought, and announcing Keyhotty’s arrival whenever they got to a farmer’s market or a small village.

It was exhausting. More than once Sando thought: “Balls to this, I’m going back to my old gig. This sucks!” But then Keyhotty would open up a fresh jar of hickleberry jam and buy him a bam sandwich, or a pasty, or a cake, and say “wait until you’re in charge, Sando m’dood, and all this money and food will be yours.” And they would feast and Sando would forget about everything.

And so it was that it was getting on for sunset in the late afternoon of another day of adventuring. Sando was just starting to look around for a place near the road where they could camp out when suddenly he heard a gasp from Keyhotty. “Well I never!”

“You never what, sir?” asked Sando tiredly.

Keyhotty quickly pushed the squire down into the grass beside the road, and then lay down next to him. Sando spluttered out dirt. “What’s all this about?”

“SHHHHH! Look…!” whispered Keyhotty, pointing to the horizon.

Sando squinted. Against the burnt orange sunset, it was hard to make out much of anything. But he could kind of make out a large lump. Tall thing. A big house maybe? Except part of it was fizzing with magical energy.

“A giant!” whispered Keyhotty triumphantly. “Sando my dood, we’ve found our adventure at last! This evil giant is the one who captured my darling Doodcinea! We’ve got to defeat it! In the name of Cosmos! For my princess, Doodcinea! And for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!”

What happened next was so fast that even Sando was impressed. Keyhotty leapt on the back of his sdood, which reared strikingly in front of the sunset: “Neigh!” said the sdood with such emotion that Sando could have sworn that he was saying “Charge!”

And charge they did! Waving his sword, Keyhotty and the sdood barrelled forth across the intervening pasture and started battling the offending giant. The giant, however, seemed unphased: its magic continued unabated, crackling and sparking off mana into the sunset. Sando cheered on his master from the safety of his grassy retreat, while munching on some snacks to keep his cheering energy up.

The Battle of the Giants continued unabated for at least 10 minutes. But Sando could see that Keyhotty was tiring. And now the sun had almost completely disappeared and he wasn’t blinded, he could also see that the giant was…not actually a giant. He gasped. Sir Keyhotty was in fact clanging his sword against…an EDEN. The large magical tower, instrument of Cosmos’ will, loomed divine and unknowable in the rising moon and starlight.

Keyhotty hadn’t noticed yet, caught in the heat of battle as he was. So Sando sat there awkwardly, hoping his boss would notice himself and he wouldn’t have to awkwardly be the bearer of…reality. But Keyhotty didn’t seem to be slowing down. He hacked, he slashed, jumped and pirouetted away from the EDENs static magic. It was impressive! In a dood fighting inanimate object sort of way.

But now it looked like he was on the point of collapse, so Sando sighed and stood up. “Sir!” he shouted. “Sir Keyhotty!”

Keyhotty paused for a moment and looked back at his squire. “What Sando? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of battle?!”

“Sir…um…look at the giant again…sir.”

Keyhotty looked at the “giant”. He stood there quietly for a moment, then sheathed his sword. He patted the EDEN experimentally. “Hmm…yes of course.” Then he laughed. Sando was baffled. “Sir, are you ok?”

“Why of course I am Sando! We won the battle!”

“Against the EDEN, sir?”

“Why, this is obviously a magic spell gone wrong! The giant was planning a ritual at sunset to cast a spell to turn all the doods into mindless slaves. But our brave assault threw off its spell, and instead Her Holy Highness Cosmos saw the danger from on high and turned it into an EDEN! The fool! Hahaha!

“Neigh,” said the sdood comically.

Sando stood there not knowing what to believe.

Keyhotty continued unperturbed: “But I don’t see Doodcinea here, Sando. They must have magicked her away before we had a chance to get ‘er. Quick then! We must continue our noble quest. For the princess!”

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The next few days they spent traveling fast, not only in pursuit of the princess, but also because it turned out that attacking an EDEN was very much against the rules of the High Goddess Cosmos, who had sent out a detachment of Cosmodoods from on high to investigate. Finally, after they had put some distance between themselves and the searching Cosmodoods, they arrived at an inn, aptly named “The Dolk’s Buttocks.”

Dolks are a species of domesticated animal common across the godiverse, and a primary source of meat for the meat-loving doods. They are large, herbivorous, placid creatures that are even dumber than doods — hence being one of the few species that the doods can actually domesticate.

Into this fine establishment trotted Keyhotty and Sando. Both being tired from the last few days fleeing, they had a fairly quiet lunch, and so could listen to some of the local doody gossip:

“Yum, the sandwiches here really are good, gotta get the recipe from the boss-”

“You heard about those two crazy doods running around? I heard they-”

“War beyond the Veil is none of our business, I tell ya. That’s god’s stuff, not dood’s.”

“My cousin, he went to the festival in the City, and he saw it, this mad dood actually punched-”

“My dolks have run away! Cunning beasts they are-”

Hearing this last complaint, Keyhotty’s ears perked up. Sando looked at him over a mouthful of sandwich. “Please no,” he said around a mouthful of food. But Keyhotty’s eyes were aflame. “A side quest!” he said. Then he got up to talk to the dood with the missing dolks.

“Hello there good dood! Missing dolks, is it? Beasts gone rogue?”

“Hi! Um, yes. Who are you then?”

“Why I am Sir Keyhotty, bold dood knight!”

“Oh! You aren’t that mad dood going around fighting EDENs, are ya?”

“No no not at all,” laughed Keyhotty awkwardly. “Anyway, might there be a reward for undertaking this side quest?”

“Eh? What side quest?”

“To get your dolks back.”

“Oh that! Hmm…reward…I got this old treasure lying around at home…I can give it to you.”

“A legendary gift for my lady Doodcinea! Good enough!” shouted Keyhotty and stuck out his hand. The farmer dood shook it, the deal struck.

“Come, Sando! We go questing!”

Sando sighed. At least it was a real job this time.

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After roaming around the surrounding area for a few hours, they found the missing herd of dolk munching on some wild grass not too far from where the farmer’s field was. Sando rubbed his hands together, already thinking about what he would spend his part of the loot on.

“Well, this should be easy enough. For once.,” he said jovially to Keyhotty.

Keyhotty gave him a condescending grin. “Oh really, squire?”

“Yeah really,” said Sando, his mood spoiling fast. “Why not?”

“Ever tried to move a dolk when it’s eating?”

“…no.”

“Well then,” said Keyhotty, still wearing a shit-eating grin. “Go for it.”

“Alright then, fine,” said Sando with a certain amount of doody stubbornness.

“Come here little dolk, here we go!” he said comfortingly to one of the large beasts. It ignored him completely. “Come on baby, off we go! Time to go home! More food over there!”

Nothing.

“Alright, if that’s how you want to play it…” Sando stepped behind one of the creatures and started to push on its furry butt. But the creature was quite a bit bigger than him, and wouldn’t budge. In a fit of sudden frustrated rage, he kicked it with all his might. He ended up stubbing his toe.

He danced in front of it. He blew in one of its ears. He even tried to get close to its mouth, but the creature just sort of shuffled itself to the side, almost knocking him flat in the process. All in all, Sando did not have much success. To top it off, a sudden rainstorm appeared above the field of dolk and downpoured on Sando, who was left drenched and spluttering. Such occurrences with the weather were not uncommon in the Axis Mundi, where any god might take a moment to adjust the landscape with a timely miracle.

Bedraggled and grumpy as sin, Sando returned to Keyhotty, who looked immensely pleased with himself for being proven right. The sdood gave him a consoling gaze. “Neigh,” it said.

“Oh shut up,” said Sando petulantly.

“Now now squire, no need to attack poor sdood here,” said Keyhotty snidely.

“Alright alright, you were right! I admit it!” said Sando, throwing up his arms in the air. “Now can you do anything about this or not?”

“Certainly!” said Keyhotty. “Observe a knight in action, squire.”

Sando crossed his arms and watched. “You might want to stand back,” said Keyhotty. Sando stood his ground. Keyhotty shrugged. Then he drew his sword. “Wait-” said Sando, “What are you doing-”

Before he could finish, Keyhotty let out a tremendous “YAAAAAAAAA!” and charged towards the dolks. The poor creatures were totally spooked, and as a group started loping away from the crazy sdood-riding dood. Keyhotty, not missing a beat, zipped round the other side of them and began driving them down towards the farmer’s enclosure. Sando watched, mouth agape, until he realized the herd was bearing down towards him.

“Yikes!” he shouted as he dove out of the way of the beasts as they went careening past.

“Ahahaha!” he heard Keyhotty guffaw as the knight followed hot on their heels, banging his sword against his armor and generally making an uproar.

The dolks were home in no time, and as a reward they were given something called the “Batterdolk Helmet.” It had certainly seen better days. Sando wasn’t sure if it hadn’t been used as a chamber pot for a period of time. But Keyhotty was thrilled with it.

“Quest complete, Sando!” he shouted joyfully. “Now on, to further adventures! Let us find the Lady Doodcinea!”

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A few days later they were trudging along with a young doodling girl who Keyhotty had insisted on “rescuing.” Apparently he thought she might be Doodcinea’s younger sister. As it turns out, she was not, just a young doodling out berry picking. But now that they had traveled some distance, she couldn’t take them back to her home, because she couldn’t recognize her surroundings. So now she was crying up a storm as Sando did his best to placate her.

“WAAAAAAA!”

“Look, here’s a little toy that we bought for you and-”

“I WANT MY MUMMY AND DADDY-”

“Yes, yes, we know, don’t worry-”

“I WANT TO GO HOME AND EAT DINNER-”

“Yup, we’re on it, never fear-”

“WAAAAAAAA!”

Sando sighed. He looked at Keyhotty, who was scanning the horizon. It was getting dark again. Suddenly the knight pointed. “Over there, Sando! Is that another giant I see?”

Sando really hoped not, he did not want to deal with another EDEN fiasco. “Sir, maybe we should focus on getting this girl home first-”

“Sando! Giant?”

Sando grit his teeth and squinted at where Keyhotty was pointing. But this time — it really did look like a giant! It was a giant humanoid shape, and it was definitely walking. It was around the edge of the farmlands over to the north, to the front and left of where they were standing on a grassy hill. The shape seemed to be walking away from them. Around it, mana sparkled greenly luminescent in the air like a cloud of fireflies. “It- it is a giant! A magic giant!”

“Quickly then Sando! To battle!” Keyhotty was already charging off.

“Sir! Come back!” Sando couldn’t keep up with the knight charging on his sdood when he had this girl to look after, and he couldn’t just abandon her. He was left caught in the middle, and it was extremely frustrating. It was as if he could see Hickleberry Manor fading off into the distance, just out of reach.

“ARGH!” he shouted. “GOD HELP ME!”

The shape in the distance stopped. Then it turned towards where Sando was standing. Sando gasped. He could feel the giant’s eyes right on him. It started walking towards him. It kept getting bigger and bigger in his vision until it towered above him.

It was a bulky figure wearing a loose white robe, sashed with a golden rope belt. The giant’s hair was golden cornrow braids hanging down in neat rows, and its eyes: they were like nothing he had ever seen, a murky amber that bespoke of the childlike wonder of seeing something grow out of the ground for the first time. The face was clean shaven, and not unfriendly. He couldn’t tell if it was a god or a goddess but he was pretty sure that the giant was one of the two. Next to him, the doodling had stopped wailing. The heady smell of magic filled the air and lit up the surrounding hillside. And wherever the mana touched, a flower bloomed.

“You need help, do you, little dood?” The voice boomed out.

Sando stood there, not at all sure of what to say or do. Luckily he didn’t need to do or say anything, because it was at this moment that Keyhotty came charging back up the hill. Both he and the sdood were panting for breath. “Good god!” Keyhotty shouted, staring upwards. “It’s a god!”

“Wow!” said the sdood. Sando did a double take. Had the sdood just said something other than neigh? But the sdood had returned its face to a placid horselike expression.

The god was unperturbed by Keyhotty’s arrival. “Who has need of me?” it asked.

Sando shook himself. “I do! We do! This doodling is lost and wants to go home!”

The god’s vast amber eyes focused on the tiny doodling, who sniffed. “So be it. I shall take her home.” One enormous hand picked up the doodling, who squeaked in response. But as she was taken up into the air, Sando could see she was fine. In fact, she was being cradled with surprising tenderness. The god’s eyes began to turn back in the direction they had come. Sando thought the god was close to leaving. Who was this, anyway?

“WAIT!” shouted Keyhotty. “I know you! God of Food, Horty!”

The god flinched and turned its eyes to Keyhotty. It did not look amused. “God of Agriculture and Farming,” it emphasized.

“Indeed! Great god, I am Sir Keyhotty, knighted in the name of Her Holiest Holyness Cosmos! I want you to take me with you on your adventures! I have been battling around these farmlands on a quest to save the Princess Doodcinea. I would be a big help to you in your godly duties, I am sure!”

“Hmmm…,” mused the god. It swept its gaze over the surrounding farmlands and a faraway look mantled its dirt-lined face. “I see…you have been busy. But now is the time to rest, dood knight. The Axis Mundi is at peace. Princess Doodcinea…is not here. Time to go home.”

Keyhotty’s crestfallen face was a picture of despair. “But…” then he smiled up at the god. “Another test, is it? To test my adventuring resolve?? Have no fear! I will always be ready to adventure, no matter where or when! I will save the Lady Doodcinea!” He drew his sword and laughed proudly to underline his self-confidence.

The God of Agriculture looked down on him silently. And to Keyhotty’s credit, in the amber light of its eyes, his confidence never wavered. And the god Horticult, known to the doods as Horty, realized that Keyhotty would, in fact, never stop adventuring given half the chance. It sighed. Then it spoke:

“Dood Knight, I offer you this gift, then. If you really want to go on a real adventure, I can help you. You will be sent beyond the Veil. You will fight the enemies of Cosmos. You may never come back…it will be dangerous. You will leave this life behind. But you will have a chance to find your Doodcinea. Is that what you want?”

Keyhotty didn’t hesitate: “With all my heart.”

The god nodded. “So be it.”

Horticult picked up Keyhotty and the sdood, who were clinging to each other. And with a careful motion, flicked them into the air. They rose, and then — to Sando’s watching horror — began to plummet to the ground, screaming all the while. But before they met the earth, the god’s foot caught them and sent them rocketing into space, yelling off into the distance.

“Wow!” said Sando.

“Yes,” agreed Horticult. “It has been awhile since I did a Punting. I hope it didn’t hurt too much. But they should land somewhere safe. I think.” The god turned to Sando. “And what is your part in this tale?”

“I’m just a dood with a dream,” said Sando. “Say, if he’s not coming back anytime soon…he promised he would give me Hickleberry Manor: that’s his farm, see, and…well, maybe I could look after it while he’s gone?”

The god thought, then lowered down a hand and picked up Sando, who suddenly had a bird’s eye view of all the farmlands they had been traveling the last few weeks. And over in the distance, in the light of the moon and stars, was Hickleberry Manor.

“Time to go home,” the god said.

“Yay!” said the doodling.

Sando smiled. Then he looked up at the night sky. As soon as he got to the manor, he was going to make himself a big celebratory dinner. A shooting star flew by…or was it Keyhotty off towards his new adventure?

He hoped his boss found the adventure he was searching for out there…

Beyond the Veil.

END

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