Alistair suddenly woke up. He looked around him. Nothing. He could have sworn he heard something. He must have dreamed it. Alistair was about to go back to sleep when he heard it again. It was a slight rustling sound. Alistair stood up from the cold carpet that served as his bed. He had to find out what it was. He put on his dirty patchwork cloak and rushed towards the creaking door. Torbin, his master, did not even notice his absence. Alistair quickly ran towards the bushes where he had heard the noise. He plunged his hand into the bush. He felt something hard. He removed it. To his surprise, it was a chess piece. He was a white king to be exact. Alistair examined it carefully. Despite his status as a peasant, he knew a lot of things. He stole books from the king's library when he was tax master, from a very young age. Someone must have placed the chess piece in that bush. But why? Alistair felt around to see if there were other objects. He took out a battered cup and a ball of wool. Even more mystifying. Suddenly a guard spotted him. “There you are!” What are you doing out so late? » shouted the guard. “I was going to get some firewood for my master,” Alistair replied, thinking quickly. The guard walked towards him. The guard had sensed the lie. Alistair is gone. Alistair navigated the city's narrow streets with the air of an expert. The guard, loaded with heavy equipment, gave up after tripping on the cobblestones. Alistair ran towards an old abandoned tavern that he could use as a refuge. Alistair carefully opened the large door to the tavern. In doing so, he fell into a hidden trap. He found himself in a large, dimly lit room. Alistair began to panic. A dark creature lay in the corner. He lifted himself... middle of paper...... Alistair couldn't run this time. The demon kicked Alistair. He turned around, narrowly avoiding her. The wall collapsed. An idea came to him. Alistair took the white king, the tankard and the ball of wool from his cloak and threw them directly above the demon, near the roof. The demon raised one of his hands to grab them. As he did so, one of his fists hit the roof. The roof began to collapse, burying the demon. He screamed and dropped the three items. As quickly as his one good leg would allow, Alistair rushed towards the objects. He picked them up and threw them into the ring of fire. As the objects melted in the ring of fire, the monster let out a terrible cry. The maze began to collapse. Alistair didn't try to escape. He had done what he had to do and saved humanity. Alistair was at peace, oblivious to the chaos around him. He died a hero.