My “100 Word Stories” microfiction for this Wednesday:

Bork of Betasta

Bork the Big had been tasked by his chief to escort the tribal priest to an allied village.

They departed from their home village of Betasta. The warrior scrupulously avoided the wastelands to their south. Dragons and other vicious beasts roamed that area.

Going east, Bork and the priest braved the dangers. With Bork’s brawn and the priest’s brain, they survived centaurs, wolf packs, and savage cannibal tribes.

Their last challenge was the mighty river Patamak. Bork was able to swim across with the priest on his back.

Upon reaching the shore, a sign greeted the two:

Welcome to Virginia.