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The Tower Guardianby *JessicaElwood

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Sir Alaric walked into the tower sword in hand, ready to face whatever may be lurking these halls. For legends told of that ancient tower that was the resting place of a dark wizard, and of its halls full of treasures awaiting to be claimed by the one brave enough to venture inside.

But perhaps the most interesting legend sir Alaric had heard was that of the tower’s guardian, a mighty bull demon with the strength of ten men, with deadly horns capable of goring a man in seconds and armed with a magic hammer that could crush the strongest armor. This guardian has been left behind by its dead master, and now guarded the tower for eternity. Defeating this guardian would be a deed to be told for ages, one the young knight wished to claim so he rushed inside to meet his destiny. And indeed the guardian was there.

Like the legends said, the demon had deadly horns and was armed with a terrible looking hammer, however the knight had a hard time focusing his gaze upon them. For his brain was too busy trying to decipher why the guardian was a female of such voluptuousness he almost forgot his name. And the fact that she was naked as eve didn’t helped any.

-Are you here to fight me?- the guardian spoke, with a voice far more sweeter of what a demon should have. This was too much of the young knight, and he babbled for a second before replying.

-I...yes... I think... What...I mean, no?... Who are you?- he managed to say, his gaze still glued to that nearly mountainous bosom that heaved as the guardian walked closer, her tail flicking in an almost coquettish fashion. Slowly, he looked up to look to her red eyes, still unsure of what had become of his quest.

-My name is Anrid... But tell me knight. If you are not here to slay me, then why are you here?-

What Sir Alaric replied is something not even he remember, but years later the story told of how he ventured into the tower and defeated the guardian and saved a maiden who was also trapped in that tower. And like any knight should, he married the rescued maiden, even if she had horns that could gore a man. But for Sir Alaric (And the dozens of envious knights who wished they had reached the tower first) this didn’t mattered at all.
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