The elderly, demented wizard mumbled a confusion spell.
The sorcerer’s apprentice turned himself into a frog.
The warrior bowed to his accuser, the king.
The beleaguered monster came out of the closet.
“And what should we be calling you?”
He dropped the sword, picked up the child.
“You hear something?”
“Yes,” a voice said.
On his deathbed, he admitted his fairy status.
The ice king longed for an exciting summer.
Take Off. Travel around. Fly home. Need holiday.
He fell upon his sword to spare her.
The dragon opened wide. Jeremy drilled the tooth.
The troll ate the subpoena she served him.
He fell to his knees, offering his blade
The dragon looked nervous. “Exhibit A: burnt village.”
The stone rolled down again. “Good job, Sysiphus”
Pirates attack, I draw sword and keep treasure.
“I will help with my Mystical Accounting Powers!”
Skullcrusher wept before the girl who knew him.
The knight rode into the sunset and burned.