Prince Thad

Prince Thad spied the evil wizard’s tower nestled darkly in the shadows of Festering Hill just as the one-eyed gypsy had promised him. He rode his white stallion proudly up to the sinister residence and dismounted haughtily. Then, he took a moment to look upon the tower with disdain.

    “Not much of a tower,” he proclaimed to no one in particular, perhaps posterity.   “This task will be even easier than I thought.” Continue reading