or a while, he was a giant. But even when you save the entire known world,
people eventually forget. One day, you’re walking down the street and they
stare at you in awe, and then all of a sudden, it’s harvest season. Now all they
talked about were the weeds in his field. He might be good at battling evil
sorceresses, but he remained lousy at farming.
Even Kiaya and the kids started to get sick of his obsession with magic. They all said he was bound to be a great sorcerer, but he still couldn’t manage the simplest of tricks. The most he could do was turn an apple into a dove. Which, when he thought about it, was actually pretty amazing. But once the kids had seen it a few dozen times it got boring, and Kiaya told him to stop wasting all their food. The doves ended up nesting in their barn and eating all the moldy seed he tried planting in the spring. He stopped practicing magic and took to wandering by the river, hoping another baby would wash up.
After he caught Burglekutt fucking Kiaya in the chicken coop, he packed his bag and left the whole stupid village behind. A bunch of the doves followed and kept trying to shit on him.
He stopped at the first bar he came across. He could barely climb onto the stool. He might’ve been a giant at home, but out here everything was twice his size. He was just another peck for people to spit on. The bartender would only serve him when he threatened to use a magic acorn.
One beer and he was puking in the back alley. They told him the power to control the world was in his finger. He had finally figured out which one.
Remember when you were a minipop, and you saw that film, you know, the one you loved that never had a sequel? Well, let's say it did. And it was just like you imagined it, only a little bit worse.