“Let’s hope they leave that part out of the epic poem” He muttered to himself. “Oh dear!” Said Sir Leopold peering once more into the depths below. He slapped his squire firmly on the back, knocking him into the chasm. They’ll probably build a statue of us both, Lupo” “They will tell tales of the legend of Sir Leopold and his squire called. He looked down fondly, at the brave young squire who had accompanied him into the depths of the Evil King’s lair. One day a statue of me will be built on the entrance to these dark and dismal dungeons, proclaiming the day that Sir Leopold saved the land.” His reign of terror bought to an end by the brave actions of a lone hero. No-one not even the Seventh Lord of Evil could survive a fall into the fiery depths!” The mocking laughter of Sir Leopold echoed round the vast cave system. “And maybe he is… Just that personally, I think it’s good practice for a hero to always make sure the villain is definitely dead, before officially declaring the story over.” “The hero leaves the depths of the darkest dungeon, believing the evil prince vanquished for ever…” “Well you know how these things usually go.“ Ludo looked around the dark cave, nervously. He paused searching for the correct word. “It’s just that the heads of the other six Lords of Evil are displayed outside the city walls. And I saw the Seventh Lord of Evil plunge into the chasm but…” “You witnessed my sword flash through the air like steeled lightning?”

He held his sword aloft, then swung it through the air, reacting the final blow. He wiped his bejewelled sword clean on Ludo’s cloak. “How apt that such evil be destroyed by somebody as morally perfect as I.” continued Sir Leopold. Ludo, his young squire emerged from the darkness of the cave and joined his master peering into the fiery depths. “He’s definitely dead.” He muttered, shielding his eyes from the intense heat. Sir Leopold removed his helmet and, wiping the sweet from his handsome face, peered downwards into the pit of lava.

The darkest dungeon stack of books