Life of the border collie Rogue

A fractured fairytale of a Thursday Prompt for 03/03/2016

By the Dalereckoning of the seasons, it was 409, the year of High Eyes. The beginning of the month of Ches found me in the Meres Keep by the river Tithathia.

Owing to it's obscurity, the Keep was supposedly sparsely guarded. The Paladin felt Stealth would be the method to retake the Sacred Orb. The objective of our quest wast to enter the keep most quietly and fetch the object from the repository; a tennis ball of great value that had been stolen from the Temple of Penn.

A bevy of guards met me as I left the chamber with ball in jaw. My vaulting skills, born of much practice in the borderlands of Cambria saved me, along with a side door leading to the swampy tributary feeding the side moat.

As I gallop along the shallow stream bed with guards close behind, I now heartily wish I had taken up my Aunt's advice to herd sheep instead of riding the dragon of Adventure...