The first musical quest was only the beginning! Waking up with a taco hangover after celebrating their last win, Bellissimo realizes there's more to the Uppercase prophecy than they thought, and this part deals with her! With Sir Roderick at her side, she must defeat the Beandom's four fearsome Oxymorons: the Little Giant, the Jumbo Shrimp, the Living Dead, and the Moronic Ox. Success will bring them to the mythical One Bean and the Treasure of Ages, but can she succeed, working with a man with an ego bigger than Mount Ominous? More than treasure, she hopes to obtain the greatest gift of all: the ability to sleep in whenever she wants.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / HumorousChapter 1:
“Look at her over there, sleeping off her taco coma, blissfully unaware of the kind of news I’m bringing her. I bet she’s dreaming of a peaceful life full of carefree days and delicious yet portable snacks. It seems almost a shame to break that spell. I bet she didn’t even think there would be a part II to this story. She’s not the only one who’s surprised.”
Roddy Squires, who hadn’t yet settled on a fancy new title for himself, came upon the snoozing damsel and the monologing wizard. “Uh, Mr. Pointy Hat. What are you doing? She can’t hear you…she’s asleep.”
Jackdaw spun about, waving his arms as though he were casting an intricate spell. “It’s called prologue, goat brain. I’m setting the stage for the next chapter of the story.”
Squires looked about, ostensibly to see if there was anyone else he could have been talking to, and then shrugged. “That’s Sir Goat Brain to you,” Squires said. “I just saved the whole kingdom, and I think I’m due a little more respect around here.”
“Yes, yes, fine. It’s called a prologue, Sir Goat Brain. For your sake, you better hope that one doesn’t catch on.”
“Might not be too bad. It’s better than something things I’ve been called.” With a final shrug, Squires went on his merry way, humming a tune as he went.
Jackdaw shook his head and fumbled in his robes for the scroll that contained the Uppercase Prophecy. “I suppose he might cameo later,” he mumbled. “You never know with bumpkins like that. My powers of prognostication grow hazy when he’s about.”
