Drake's Quest

(a When Last We Left Our Intrepid Adventurers tale)

The fading light of the sun reflected off the blade of Drake's sword with a crimson glare that evoked fresh waves of memories.

Buildings burned in the eye of his mind, people screamed as they, too, burst into flames, and Drake's pet and childhood friend -a boisterous iguana named Penelope- dying slowly in his hands. With these recollections came the stark memory of the man who was the cause of Drake's loss and misery.

Sylvester Halfeagle.

Drake continued reflecting the rays of the sun at odd angles as he delved further into his musings. He had been away hunting the day Halfeagle and his undead horde ravaged and burned his town. When he returned, it was too late to do anything but watch all he loved burn to ash. He could see Halfeagle atop his horse in the distance, surveying the destruction. Drake absorbed the image of the villain and held it close to the hatred burning in his heart. In that moment, Drake vowed to devote his life to bringing Halfeagle to justice and revenge his family's murder. He even had the blessings of the gods. A kindly priest by the name of Tuxford had informed him that Drake had been divinely chosen for the task of killing Halfeagle. Fueled by this knowledge, Drake started down the road of his epic quest.

A loud, angry voice interrupted Drake's thoughts and startled the warrior.

"DO YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP SHINING THAT DAMNED LIGHT IN MY EYES?"

Sir Arnold Stephen Scott Harper Owen Lewis Edmund the Third, simply called Sir Arnie by those who knew him, was shielding his eyes from the glare coming off of Drake's sword. He continued chastising the warrior even after Drake apologetically sheathed his weapon.

"By the grace of the gods! If all you're going to do is mope all afternoon, I'll eat your share of dinner! I didn't cook this slop for you to let it go to waste!"

Drake stood up from the log he had been sitting on and moved closer to the man who had been his only friend and companion for the last six months. When they first met, Drake was overjoyed to have a genuine knight as a friend. It came as a disappointment when he discovered Sir Arnie wasn't a knight after all, despite the title and the armor he wore. He informed Drake, after a few ales at a local tavern, that he had taken a correspondence course in knighthood only to run short of money after

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