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The Knight and the Shattered Crown

The kingdom of Eldoria lay beneath a shadow. Once filled with music, trade, and the bright laughter of children, its streets had grown silent. A great dragon, black as midnight and wreathed in fire, had descended from the northern mountains. With its arrival, the crown of the king—the source of Eldoria’s unity and prosperity—was shattered into three pieces. These pieces were scattered across the land. Without the crown, the kingdom faltered, its people divided, its armies weakened.

But hope was not lost.

The Oath

Sir Alaric of Bindenvale was no stranger to hardship. He was a knight forged in battles and tempered by loyalty. He was summoned to the king’s side as illness gnawed at the ruler’s strength. The king’s voice was weak, but his eyes burned with command as he entrusted Alaric with a quest:

“Find the three shards of the crown. Restore it, and our kingdom will live again.”

Alaric bowed deeply, vowing to see the quest through or perish in its pursuit. Armed with his blade, Lion’s Fang, and guided by his unyielding faith, he rode forth.

The Trials

The first shard was said to lie in the Forest of Whispers, guarded by spirits of the old world. There, Alaric endured visions meant to unseat his courage—faces of fallen comrades, echoes of failures long past. But he pressed on, offering words of honor instead of fear, and the spirits relented, gifting him the shard.

The second shard rested in the Abyss of Cindral, a labyrinth of fire and stone. Alaric fought creatures born of molten rock and endured heat that melts steel. At the abyss’s heart, he found the shard embedded in stone, pried free by his resolve rather than brute strength.

The third shard was the most perilous: it lay in the dragon’s lair itself. Alaric faced the beast, its scales impenetrable and its fire endless. Yet he recalled the oath he had made—not to defeat the dragon, but to save the kingdom. Using wit, he lured the beast into a trap of crumbling stone. This gave him just enough time to seize the final shard.

The Return

Weary but unbroken, Sir Alaric returned to Eldoria. The shards were reforged by the kingdom’s smiths into the Crown of Unity. As it was placed once more upon the king’s brow, light returned to the realm, driving back the dragon’s shadow. The people of Eldoria cheered. They celebrated not merely for their crown. They honored the knight whose courage and humility had bound them together once more.

Sir Alaric never sought glory, only service. Yet in taverns and halls for generations to come, his story was told. It was the story of a knight who saved a kingdom not through conquest. Instead, he saved it through honor, sacrifice, and faith.

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | 2025

The Whiskey Sea and the Elevators

The man had lived his life in balance—not a saint, not a sinner, but somewhere in between. He had helped when strong. He erred when he was weak. Now, in his elder years, he carried the weight of both. His body ached. His breath came shorter. One night, he sank into a sleep so deep it felt like stepping into another world.

A ship appeared from the darkness. Its hull was blackened with age. It floated on a sea of whiskey. The whiskey shimmered like molten amber under the moonlight. A cigar extended from the deck like a gangplank, smoke curling in lazy ribbons. Hesitant but curious, the man stepped onto the cigar and walked across, balancing himself as if crossing into another reality.

On board, a captain awaited him—tall, weathered, eyes that had seen too much. “I’m here to take you to your next destination,” the captain said, voice low and certain. The man nodded. The ship cut across the whiskey sea. It came to rest before a towering building of glass and brass. Its entrance was lined with golden elevators, each gleaming like judgment itself.

Inside, a sharply dressed man waited in the lobby. His shoes were polished so bright they caught the reflection of the man’s weary face. He gestured toward a chair. “Tell me your life story,” he said.

And so the man spoke. He told of the good—moments of kindness, loyalty, laughter. He confessed to the bad—times of selfishness, anger, and failure. He left nothing out, for what use was there in lying at the end? The suited man listened, not judging, only nodding as though each word was weighed like coin on a scale.

At the end, silence hung heavy. The suited man pressed a single button. The doors of one elevator slid open, glowing with light the man did not quite see. He stepped ahead, heart pounding. Whether the elevator rose or fell, he did not know. But as the doors closed, he understood something profound. The true measure had never been perfection. It was honesty. It was the courage to walk the bridge, board the ship, and face the truth of who he had been.

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