George was the son of a pig farmer, which was not all that bad really.
Sure, he had to work long hours tending pigs for no pay and not enough
food to get his three meals a day, but the pigs were friendlier than
many people he knew.
It was certainly better than having to sneak around like a slimy merchant
or associate with those stuck up noblemen.
It was a nice spring day out and he decided to go for a walk. There was a
path that led to a lake where the cool clear water would make for
a wonderful swim. He had not gone very far when suddenly there was a
bright flash of light and a smell of smoke. A mysterious man floated several
inches above the ground. It must be a wizard! He began to speak.
Turn the page.