There once was a shoe.
This shoe had wanderd many shores and many forests.
The shoe was now worn by a huge middle-aged man as he walked through a forest. The man wore a sword at his side and a bow and quiver across his shoulder.
Following behind the man, a young girl walked. The girl looked pretty and had golden blond hair and was dressed in a young boy's woods outfit.
They were closing in on a wide tower sticking out of the treetops.
“When we get there, remember to keep silent and stay beside me at all times. We don’t want anyone but Olliver to realize who you are.” Said the man in a calm and serious tone.
The girl nodded back at him.
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When they reached the base of the tower, one of the guards called out “Who goes there?”
The middle-aged man called back “I am here to deliver this gift to the mage Olliver.”
“It is from an admirer of his work. I was told to say it was from ‘Gale The Frog.’” He said while indicating the girl behind him.
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The guard gestured at one of his menn, who went inside.
He came back a while later and gestured for the two of them to follow him inside.
They walked through several different areas on their way up the tower. The tower was bustling with lots of young apprentices, and several mages were teaching groups of them.
The three of them stopped in front of a thick door and the guard pounded on it and called. “I have bruot them.”
The door opened, and an older looking man in a robe gestured the two inside and said “Come in. Come in.” And then to the guard “Thank you. That is all, you can return to your post.” The guard saluted with a fist to the heart and left.
Closing the door the mage Olliver looked at the middle-aged man and asked “King Galendrien?”
The middle-aged man answered “Dead”
“Where you followed?”
“No, but there was a scuffle when we left, so they are probably on our trail and will likely be here on the morrow.”
Olliver nodded, and gestured to them to follow him into another room.
“Wait over there.” Olliver said, pointing to a side of the room.
The huge middle-aged man sat down and took off one of his thick knee high boots and showed it to the girl.
“This is a special boot, it has been in our family for several hundred years. It has never needed repairs in all that time. We don’t know much about it other than, it changes size to fit the wearer, and all that is covered by the boot is impossible to damage. That goes for stabbing, crushing, magic and with this boot you can put your foot in a forge without being burned, nothing will damage the boot or your foot in it. But it will not protect the rest of your body.”
He gestured for her to take the boot. “Put it on.”
The young girl put the boot on, and the thick leather boot started morphing. The boot shrank to the size of her foot and the extra mass climbed all the way up her thigh and stopped on her waist, went around her waist and half way down her other thigh. Then the boot’s (now a one legged trouser and boot in one) texture changed into fine soft and glossy leather.
Olliver called over. “It’s ready.”
The middle-aged man brought the girl over to stand in the middle of the room and then stepped back to the side of the room.
Olliver said “Good luck, princess.” and with a gesture the young girl disappeared.