"My name is Dor, these are my friends: Smash, Grundy, Chet, and Arnold," said Dor.
"And what about the lady, Dor?" asked Lorie. "Yeah, what about the lady?" repeated Irene. "I was just
about to introduce you, this is Princess Irene, my fiance. You see, I'm soon to be King and I needed to
be married to rule, so I picked up the first girl I saw and--" "The first girl you saw? You're such an
insensitive jerk sometimes, Dor. I don't know why I ever asked you to marry me in the first place," Irene
interrupted. "Kidding, dear. Only kidding," Dor said. "Well, it wasn't very funny,Dor," Irene said.
They set out towards the Isthmus once again. 'I wonder why I'm always saying stuff like that,'
Dor thought, 'I really should stop, I love her, but it's funny to see her reactions.' Irene gave him a quick
glance, and smiled. 'I think she likes to hear me say stuff like that too, it gives her a reason to yell at me,'
Dor laughed at the thought. They kept going until nightfall, and found three caves, all were relatively safe.
They inspected each one, and decided that each was big enough for two people. Then they went to
sleep. Dor was with Irene, Smash with Grundy, and Arnolde with Chet. "Oh great, I get to room with
the big smelly Ogre, why me?" Grundy complained. "Shut you trap, or you me will snap," Smash replied,
annoyed with the golem. "Chet and I will probably do a bit of research, and try to figure out a plan to
save Xanth." said Arnold.
Irene went in her cave and lied down with Dor. She rested her head on his lap and fell asleep.
Dor was propped up against a wall with his shirt for a pillow. 'I'm glad Irene did ask to marry me. I think
she'll make a great queen.' He smiled.
Dor awoke in a graveyard, surrounded by zombies and skeletons. They inched towards him step
by step, he wondered how he got there. Then he realized, 'Stupid Night Mares. Why did they choose
tonight to give me a bad dream?' He reached for his sword and drew it. He was fending off the zombies
with great skill, he had been practicing his swordsmanship for the past four years. His sworded glinted in
the moonlight. He was ducking, stabbing, spinning, slashing. He had become a real warrior, a very
talented one at that. He was chopping zombies in pieces. Dismembering skeletons, but he could not
keep this up for long, he was tiring at a dizzying rate.
He awoke in the arms of Irene, wondering how he had gotten into this position. "You're finally
awake. You were having a bad dream," said Irene. "Yeah, I know. It was horrible, but I did get to slice
a few skeletons here and there," replied Dor. They walked out of their cave, and saw that no one else
had awoke yet. " Let's go train you. You have to potential of being a great fighter you know," said Dor.
Irene nodded and they were off. They drew their practice swords and began to fight. Dor wa shouting
tips to Irene as the battle was ongoing. Irene parried a thrust, and sliced him across the stomach. Dor
pretended to do what any other warrior had done. He fell to his knees so Irene could go for the final
blow. She stopped and laughed, "I guess I'm a better swordsman than you thought, huh?" "Yeah, got
me again."