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Chapter 1

 * Adventure

Not long ago (depending on who you ask), a boy awoke. The sun's cheerful rays warmed his face through his bedroom window, and he yawned. This particular day was Saturday. And Saturdays are the best days for having adventures.

He dressed quickly, just as his mother called to him from downstairs to come have some breakfast. Breakfast? Who has time for breakfast when there are adventures to be had!?

"I mustn't tarry," he shouted, snatching his toy sword from the floor and shoving it into his belt. But his mother would have none of it.

She scolded, "You must have some breakfast, or you'll be dying of starvation before noon! Now march your adventurous backside down here to your seat at the table."

The boy stomped loudly down the stairs into the dining room, grumbling as he went. "Wasting time on biscuits when I should be slaying dragons! They don't slay themselves you know."

His mother smiled endearingly at him from the stove as he plopped heavily into his chair, sighing and crossing his arms emphatically. She took the pan off the stove and herded two pancakes onto her son's plate. "Always in such a hurry," she said, "I honestly don't know where you get it from." The boy's mother was a disciple of Xelor, from a long lineage. Patient, understanding, and intelligent, it continually amused her how her son had turned out: impatient, impetuous, and intolerant.

"Please pass the syrup," the boy said. Polite words, although said in a sarcastic tone, and he rolled his eyes the while. His mother smiled and shook her head, passing the syrup.