“Pssst.”

Lance turned around to see a small kid with glasses, not the type to choose an adventure like this.

“You seem like a rather serious fellow, so I am going to stay with you,” the kid said.

Lance nodded slowly, slightly confused and a tad offended,

“Sure thing Little Fellow.”

Little Fellow froze, “Um, um, um.” Lance walked to him and shook him from his trance, “Very sorry! But we must run! Now!”

Lance shook his head and spoke softly, “The King sent us to save his wife and daughter. Little Fellow we cannot run away.”

Little Fellow shook his head impossibly fast, “No, not run away, run towards the objective.”

Little Fellow pointed to a large cave, “I am no expert on minotaurs, but I know they are large creatures.”

Lancewood shook Little Fellow, but this time in comradery. He started to run to the cave.

“What are you doing!” Little Fellow grabbed Lance’s arm.

“Little Fellow, we have to get there first or else we won’t get the glory!”

Little Fellow shook his head. The rest of the boys had heard Little Fellow’s plan and they rushed to the cave.

“Watch,” Little Fellow said sadly, “They are a bunch of wheat, wheat about to be made into bread.”

Little Fellow dropped his head. Just as he had predicted, the minotaur fell upon them. Lance looked upon the massacre in horror. He slowly turned to Little Fellow, “My name is Lancewood Blunt,” Lance looked at the cave, then looked at the massacre. “Little Fellow, what do propose we do?”

The pipsqueak looked like he was going to explode with happiness, “This way Lancewood.”

The little boy was quite agile and even Lance struggled to keep up with him. After an hour of running up hill, Lance finally caught up with Little Fellow. He was staring down at the cave. Some of the boys who had escaped were fleeing into the woods.

“Lancewood, you have a sword, yes?” Lance nodded. “Good,” Little Fellow handed him his small sword, “Now you have two.”

Lance nodded and stared down at the roaring minotaur, “Am I going to like this plan?” Lance said turning to face the little boy.

Little Fellow shrugged, “I don’t know, do you like going down a sheer cliff to fight a minotaur?” Little Fellow took one look at Lance’s pale, terrified face and said, “Well then, I guess not.”

Little Fellow started to pull rope out of his bag. Lance looked down the cliff and started hyperventilating, “Little Fellow, this might be a fine time as ever to tell you I am afraid of heights.”

Little Fellow looked at him, “If I were you, I would be scared of what’s at the bottom.” The little boy wrapped the rope around Lance’s waist and chest.

“Got the swords?” Lance nodded and glanced once more at the sheer drop, “Trust me Lancewood Knight of the Minotaur.” Lance smiled and nodded, “Don’t scream,” added Little Fellow before pushing Lance off the cliff.

Little Fellow was proud of Lancewood; he didn’t scream, not even a peep. The rope caught Lancewood just above the roof of the cave, Lance looked up at Little Fellow and gave him a thumbs up; the pipsqueak returned the gesture. Lance cut himself free and walked up to a skylight in the roof of the cave.

Lance saw the Queen and Princess at the back of the cave, Lance slid through the skylight. He surveyed the cave. Little Fellow was right, it was quite large. Lance quietly but quickly walked over to the two royals and untied them.

“I have been sent by the King,” said Lance.

Hope was etched all over their faces, until they went pale and pointed at the beast, who looked absolutely livid.

Tell us: Do you think Lance will be able to save the Queen and Princess?