Had you asked anyone in the sleepy, ordinary village of Hilsbac about Sebastian Smith, they might simply have rolled their eyes and mumbled something about the overly curious boy who lived down the street, whose only notable offense was being just slightly less than normal.
But then, one very important day, Sebastian stole a shirt.
Not just any shirt. It was the shirt of the young man he had quite accidentally fallen in love with. And on his way from the scene of his crime, he happened to stop in an alley, so torn between guilt and love that he thought he might die.
And I assure you, dear reader, that had he not stopped in that alley he would never have had any adventures at all, marvelous or otherwise. He would never have climbed a mountain, or swum in the sea, or run through the forest. He would never have met the zombie princess turned diplomat, or helped to slay the terrible Cry’ax, or fought off the dread Halkar in the company of a vampire knight, or served as a supermodel for the world’s only goblinoid fashion designer, or rescued the fairy prince from clutches of a demon lord. And he most certainly would never have been eaten by a dragon.
But, dear reader, I am very happy to say that Sebastian Smith did stop in that alley, feeling quite miserable about his secret love, and because he did, I have a most wondrous tale to tell you.
