The horse I rode had pedigree. Its mother was a Glinishmoor Plainstrider and its father was a demon. This particular demon was summoned during the third full moon of the year by way of a phial of virgin's blood (willingly donated), a fortunate lightening strike, 3 apples from the 400 year old "grandfather" tree growing in the king's courtyard, and an incantation spoken in a language known only by 3 people in the entire kingdom. The demon's proclivity for bestiality and its species indifferent gametes should have already been inferred.
So why is the junior apprentice riding such a steed, carrying, in a small burlap sack, one of the most valuable artifacts in all the kingdom? Because everyone else was dead.
Chapter 1: Escape
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