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causing him to fall back hard on his back.
    “Princess…we shall meet you on the other side of the canyon,” Alexandros told her firmly. The princess turned and ran cautiously across the old flimsy bridge.
    Alexandros and Raphael then stepped in front of the bridge, blocking the path from the thieves.
    “One last time…leave now,” Raphael demanded.
    The toothless thief wobbled back up to his feet and charged at Alexandros, with a thunderous punch. Alexandros struck the thief in the face knocking his three remaining teeth out. Alexandros then grabbed him by the throat, turned towards the canyon, and, with a swift powerful kick, knocked the thief off the edge sending him falling to his death. Another ragged thief yanked on Alexandros’ arm. Raphael leaped forward and hacked his arm clean off. Screaming in agony, the thief held on to his shoulder, which now had a gaping hole. Bleeding badly he fell to the ground shaking. The three remaining thieves grabbed their wounded friend and took off cowardly down the road. Alexandros picked up the severed arm and tossed it down the canyon.
    Raphael then crossed the flimsy bridge, followed by Alexandros. The sun had now completely set when they reached the opposite side of the canyon. Elora approached them when they reached the land.
    “Did they listen to reason, Belen?” she asked nervously.
    “…of course, my lady.”
    “Not only that, but they also gave us a helping hand as well,” added Raphael with a chuckle.
    Alexandros smirked. “Let’s go. The village cannot be far now.”
    The walk to the village took much longer than they had realized, so Raphael placed the princess on his back and allowed her to ride side-saddled the rest of the way, which allowed the group travel faster.
    “Thank you for allowing me to ride.”
    “Problem at all, my lady,” Raphael said. “So may I ask, how did you meet Belen Alexandros?”
    “Belen…saved my life, centaur prince. He helped me when no one else would. I escaped from my kingdom lost for many days, and no one would stop and help…until I met Belen.”
    Raphael smiled as he saw the passionate look on her face as she gazed at Alexandros. “Hmm, I see…”
    With the moon high in the sky, they made their way down a dark wooded road. Alexandros could not escape the thoughts of his village and family. The sorrow-filled thoughts made him want to seek revenge even more.
    “I’m going to kill them all,” he thought, “every last one of those demon goblins.”
    “Look,” Raphael said pointing towards an orange light.
    “Torches,” Elora added softly.
    The villagers of BueHoov were friendly towards the centaurs. Many years ago a warlord had wished to reduce the villagers to slaves, but the centaurs stepped forward and protected the villagers. The Centaurs fought off the warlord and his dreadful army. As a “thank you,” the people of the village named the village BueHoov in honor of the centaurs.
    Hard rain began to fall as Ralphael, Elora, and Alexandros entered the village. Alexandros helped Elora off of Raphael’s back, and they walked quickly into the BueHoov tavern. They burst in to find a large number of dwarves drinking and having a great old time.
    “Welcome strangers!” cried the dwarves.

CHAPTER IV

    BUEHOOV

     
    T HE TYPICAL DWARF is short in nature, long bearded, and skilled at mining and metallurgy. A dwarf is often depicted as having a low affinity for most magical abilities or a resistance to magic. Dwarves are known best for their tempers, if made extremely angry they can unleash a force like no other.
    T he tavern was large and square and made of thick strong wood, which had the scent of the most powerful liquor. The bar was filled with about a dozen or so dwarves. Large round wooden tables and chairs were thrown around, and the dwarves drank and danced
    “Please help!” a voice said through the heavy noise of the dwarves. A teenaged boy ran towards the group. He was tall and lanky; he had short