The Tynder Crown Chronicles, Season One: Episode One: The Tynder Crown Chronicles (The Tynder Crown Chronicles, A Novella Series Book 1) by Wendy Owens Page A
Authors: Wendy Owens
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contact Myers.”
“Who?” I continue up the stairs before pausing at my apartment door.
“Myers—he handles all the day-to-day details with the Magistrates so The Queen doesn’t have to be bothered.”
“Wow, she has it rough, doesn’t she?”
“You really shouldn’t talk that way about The Queen,” Piper warns.
“Lighten up, buttercup.”
“She has ears and eyes everywhere.”
I slide the key into my door and turn the knob before replying, “Well, not in my apartment, she—” My words hang in the air as I open the door to find a scene I had not expected to see … ever. The little creature who had visited me the day before is sitting on my couch, and based on the room, he has obviously made himself at home. I walk inside, staring at him, speechless.
“Oh God,” Piper gasps, bringing a hand up to her nose. I see her spy my visitor as well. “You live with a goblin?” she exclaims in disbelief.
“No! A what?”
“You’ll have to excuse this one,” the goblin huffs, only glancing up from the television for a moment. “Apparently she’s a newb.”
“Excuse me?” I realize I’m shouting, but I don’t care. Crossing the room hastily, I switch off the soap opera he’s engrossed in.
“Hey! I was watching that.”
I turn and face him, realizing he’s lying on my fold-out sofa without a shirt and my sheet pulled up to his waist.
“What are you doing in my bed?” I cover my mouth, afraid I might puke from looking at him or perhaps from his odor.
“Waiting for you! Have you found my treasure yet?”
“Get out of my bed!” I shout impatiently, scooping up the trash that litters the floor of my apartment. I’m not a tidy person, but this is a health hazard.
“What treasure?” Piper asks, pitching in and giving me a hand.
“I don’t advise me getting up,” the goblin answers with a devilish grin.
“Oh yeah, and why is that?” I ask, making sure it’s clear how annoyed I am.
“I’m not wearing anything under here,” he replies.
I drop the trash in my hands and shudder. “Okay, that’s it, I’m burning everything in this place.”
“Hello? Treasure?” Piper presses.
I’m ignoring her, as I think out loud about the logistics of what I’m planning to do. “I mean, seriously, if you’re right, and The Queen gives me whatever I need, then screw this rat hole of an apartment. I’ll just tell the landlord to throw everything on the curb and send me a bill. I mean, really—he’s a goblin, how can they expect me to live in this place after, oh God, I can’t even think about it.”
“Tynder!” Piper exclaims.
I shake my head. “What?”
“Try and focus,” she directs me, and I shrug. She looks back at the vile creature currently defiling my sheets. “My name is Piper, and I’m Tynder’s Crimlock. You say you have a complaint?”
“About time somebody knows what’s up around here,” he snaps, glaring at me.
“Watch it, maggot, before I burn that sofa with you still on it,” I warn.
“See what I’ve had to deal with.” He waves his stubby little arms in my direction.
“Tell me what’s going on … What’s your name?” Piper continues. While I admire her restraint, I’m also annoyed she isn’t tossing this parasite out on his tail.
“Terg Zurank, which she would have known had she done the proper thing and offered me a beverage,” he begins. I toss my arms into the air and walk into the kitchen area, careful to avoid the clumps of mysterious goo on the floor.
“I’m very sorry, but Tynder is new to the game, and she is still learning how things operate. I’m here now, so can you please explain the problem?” Piper attempts to coax the information from Terg.
“I’ve been robbed! That’s what the problem is, and that Magistrate doesn’t seem to give a damn!” Terg shouts.
“Well, you got that much right,” I interject.
“Please, you’re not helping,” Piper shushes me. I’m not sure how I feel about this. She turns back
“Who?” I continue up the stairs before pausing at my apartment door.
“Myers—he handles all the day-to-day details with the Magistrates so The Queen doesn’t have to be bothered.”
“Wow, she has it rough, doesn’t she?”
“You really shouldn’t talk that way about The Queen,” Piper warns.
“Lighten up, buttercup.”
“She has ears and eyes everywhere.”
I slide the key into my door and turn the knob before replying, “Well, not in my apartment, she—” My words hang in the air as I open the door to find a scene I had not expected to see … ever. The little creature who had visited me the day before is sitting on my couch, and based on the room, he has obviously made himself at home. I walk inside, staring at him, speechless.
“Oh God,” Piper gasps, bringing a hand up to her nose. I see her spy my visitor as well. “You live with a goblin?” she exclaims in disbelief.
“No! A what?”
“You’ll have to excuse this one,” the goblin huffs, only glancing up from the television for a moment. “Apparently she’s a newb.”
“Excuse me?” I realize I’m shouting, but I don’t care. Crossing the room hastily, I switch off the soap opera he’s engrossed in.
“Hey! I was watching that.”
I turn and face him, realizing he’s lying on my fold-out sofa without a shirt and my sheet pulled up to his waist.
“What are you doing in my bed?” I cover my mouth, afraid I might puke from looking at him or perhaps from his odor.
“Waiting for you! Have you found my treasure yet?”
“Get out of my bed!” I shout impatiently, scooping up the trash that litters the floor of my apartment. I’m not a tidy person, but this is a health hazard.
“What treasure?” Piper asks, pitching in and giving me a hand.
“I don’t advise me getting up,” the goblin answers with a devilish grin.
“Oh yeah, and why is that?” I ask, making sure it’s clear how annoyed I am.
“I’m not wearing anything under here,” he replies.
I drop the trash in my hands and shudder. “Okay, that’s it, I’m burning everything in this place.”
“Hello? Treasure?” Piper presses.
I’m ignoring her, as I think out loud about the logistics of what I’m planning to do. “I mean, seriously, if you’re right, and The Queen gives me whatever I need, then screw this rat hole of an apartment. I’ll just tell the landlord to throw everything on the curb and send me a bill. I mean, really—he’s a goblin, how can they expect me to live in this place after, oh God, I can’t even think about it.”
“Tynder!” Piper exclaims.
I shake my head. “What?”
“Try and focus,” she directs me, and I shrug. She looks back at the vile creature currently defiling my sheets. “My name is Piper, and I’m Tynder’s Crimlock. You say you have a complaint?”
“About time somebody knows what’s up around here,” he snaps, glaring at me.
“Watch it, maggot, before I burn that sofa with you still on it,” I warn.
“See what I’ve had to deal with.” He waves his stubby little arms in my direction.
“Tell me what’s going on … What’s your name?” Piper continues. While I admire her restraint, I’m also annoyed she isn’t tossing this parasite out on his tail.
“Terg Zurank, which she would have known had she done the proper thing and offered me a beverage,” he begins. I toss my arms into the air and walk into the kitchen area, careful to avoid the clumps of mysterious goo on the floor.
“I’m very sorry, but Tynder is new to the game, and she is still learning how things operate. I’m here now, so can you please explain the problem?” Piper attempts to coax the information from Terg.
“I’ve been robbed! That’s what the problem is, and that Magistrate doesn’t seem to give a damn!” Terg shouts.
“Well, you got that much right,” I interject.
“Please, you’re not helping,” Piper shushes me. I’m not sure how I feel about this. She turns back
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