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Title: The Courageous Mongbat

Author: Red William

*The story you are about to read is fictional. The people involved in this story are probably going to deny all of it.

Any similarities to people alive or dead pretty much indicate that you got too much time on your hands."

-Red William

To Kazola, who gave me my big break so long ago.

There once was a mongbat, who sought be the most feared creature in all of Sosaria. Many were the times he dreamed of leading the armies of Darkness upon the hapless citizens of a human town, pillaging the village and causing the lamentations of the children and women. "O' such bliss that would be", The mongbat thought. He would spend many hours in front of a broken mirror, practicing his growls and showing his small teeth visciously.

The Monsters of his home dungeon laughed at him, knowing full well that Mongbats were the most insignificant of monsters, and he could never do the things that Orcs and Trolls could do. However, this did not deter the eager young mongbat from fulfilling his dream.

One day, he set out to fulfill his dreams, roaming to the city of Yew to destroy it, yet try as he might, the most he got from the humans was laughter and basins of dirty water splashed in his face. The Mongbat never gave up though; he tried to pick up a rusty old sword, thinking he could kill a human with it, but he found himself too weak to even lift the hilt. He tried casting a fireball spell using a scroll he picked up, but spent most of the day coughing from the black smoke of his numerous fizzles. He tried killing sheep from a shepherdess, only to have the mutton beat out of him by the flock. Finally, he thought that he could wear armor to look more menacing, but only wound up spending the next three days trying to stand upright from the weight of the heavy mail.

Lost in Despair, the Mongbat sat upon a fallen log, and sighed in rejection. He sat there for the longest time staring at the spring of water, and wondering what he would look like stuffed and mounted on a carpetner's shop, when he heard the sound of hoofbeats. He darted into the bushes and hid, watching as an armored knight rode towards the nearby spring, his armor gleaming in the noonday sun. The knight dismounted his steed and began removing his armor, until he was nothing but skin and a loincloth. The Knight then plunged into the water of the spring, relaxing in the water and cleaning himself.The young mongbat decided to see if he could steal something from this Knight, and sneaked to his things, rifling through to find a shiny object he could carry. After taking a dagger, a few gold coins and a silk cap, he turned to leave, only to bump up against the knight's sword and shield, sending it clattering to the ground. The Knight's horse reared up and whinnied, alerting the Knight who fumbled out of the water. "Who's there?" the Knight roared out, staggering to his horse, as damp as a frog in a pond. Using what power he had in his wings, the young mongbat flew through the woods, the soaking wet and half naked Knight racing behind him, riding his horse through the dense woods. The Mongbat could feel the breath of the horse on his neck as he got closer...and closer...and...

WHACK!

THUD!

The mongbat stopped at the sudden sound and turned seeing a sight that would astonish anyone. The horse had run off into the woods, while the knight laid spread eagled upon the ground, out cold! A low lying branch with a human shaped knot in the bark and a corrasponding knot on the knight's head told him all he needed. The knight was so busy chasing him, he didnt see the low lying branch until it was too late. Taking this opprotunity, the Mongbat hurried back to the knight's clothing and little by little, dragged the loot back to his home in the dungeon.

Back home, he told everyone the story of the knight, but no one would believe him. Finally he produced the loot of the knight and they all marveled. One, a wise old orc mage looked at the shield and examined the etched markings. The orc mage nearly fell off his feet and exclaimed, "Dis shield...it belong ta Geoffrey, dah big knite of Human king!" Everyone was aghast, the captain of British's royal guard, Sir Geoffrey himself, taken down by a lowly mongbat. The whole dungeon seemed to reverberate with celebration as the young mongbat was paraded around the tunnels as a hero.

That night, the monsters celebrated as never before, honoring the courageous mongbat who had fulfilled his dream of glory. No one in that dungeon would ever doubt the power of a Mongbat and his determination. The legend of the Courageous Mongbat is still told to this day amongst the Mongbats all over Sosaria.

And to this day, when Geoffrey is asked about that day he walked back to Britian, naked, wet, and with a gigantic knot on his forehead, he still turns red as an apple and exclaims nervously, "It was Ogres, at least a dozen, I say!"

{The End}