ullow was
wandering through the woods when he heard shouting through the
trees. Crouching low, the halfling parted the branches to see a
halfling monk beset by five half-orc bandits. Wullow was about to
leave his spot in order to help the stranger, when he became
mesmerized by the monk’s fighting style.Slipping around, between
and through the half-orcs, each one of them outweighing him at least
twice over, the monk struck and dodged and struck again. His blocks
were like nothing Wullow had seen. Instead of knocking the blows
aside, the monk reached out to intercept and redirect every fist,
claw, and blade that came his way. Many blows that should have split
the monk in two landed just a few inches short, or to one side or
the other. And his strikes! In moments, each of the bandits lay in a
heap on the side of the road, and the monk, without breaking stride,
continued on his way.
The young halfling bolted from his hiding spot and flew down the
hill like an eager dog. “Elder one!” The traveler stopped and
turned, waiting along the roadside for the speechless halfling to
speak. When Wullow’s wits finally found him, he piped, “Teach me!”
The monk simply stared. Then, slowly raising his hand to his
mouth, started to cough. At least at first, Wullow thought it was a
cough. Only it wasn’t. He was laughing, a dry grating sound, like
wind through dead grass. The little monk’s wheezing laugh finally
stilled, and he gazed long and hard at the halfling before him, then
asked “What is stronger… water or stone?”
Wullow started to answer the obvious, when his eyes fell upon the
creek bed running alongside the road. The creek’s edge was made of
bleached white stone, hard like granite and yet… over time the
little rivulet had cut through that stone forming a deep channel,
unstoppable on its journey. “Water,” he said. “Water is stronger
than stone!” he piped, stating it like he had just awoken from a
dream.
The old man smiled, turned, and started walking down the road.
Wullow ran after the old monk. “Does this mean you will teach me?”
he asked. “Where are we going?… Should we report those bandits?” He
scurried after the figure in gray, finding it hard to keep up with
the elder.
“You talk too much…” The old man scowled. “And you walk too slow…
So hurry up!” The old monk grumbled and then quickened his step. The
eager young halfling followed close behind. |