April 10th, 2017 – 12:01am PST:
There are certain rites of passage that have faded away through the centuries. Long ago, earning your first sword was a big deal. It’s sad that, given the age we live in, there’s no family sword hanging above the mantle of my parent’s house awaiting the day me or one of my brother’s slays a dragon in single combat. Instead, there’s a picture of my Mom’s dog, Tug.
Oh man! In the stories, the hero often remains ignorant of the true nature of an object until a sudden moment of revelation. I mean… surely Tug isn’t some magical steed taking the form of a dog until the day one of us guesses his true nature?
Mm, yeah, I dunno… that just seems… unlikely.