"Ender!" He exclaims, filling the silence with the "best" name for the adventure at hand.
This is how most of the stories we tell him begin. We. We are the daddy, the mama, the aunts, the uncles, the grandparents, the anyones who will take the time to tickle his ears with a good o'l fashion homespun tale.
"Now ender was a brave boy. But he didn't travel alone. He had a company of some fellow fearsome knights. They were.....
Excitedly he names all of his cousins and Niko, a dear friend, who obviously falls into the cousin category. There is no difference to Ender.
From there, the brave comrades equip themselves with their swords, helmets, horses, flashlights and snacks for a perilous journey.
They specialize in fighting dragons. Oh and befriending them too, because some dragons are good; they are just shy and misunderstood.
Along their travels they encounter many mishaps that require sharing and taking turns. From, there is not enough juice boxes to go around the campfire to being afraid of the dark., the trusty toddlers brave through it all.
The plot thickens with baby sisters captured and taken hostage in the lair of the dragon. A few sword swipes here and there and the dragon is dead and all of them can return home to their mommies.
Phew! All in a days work.
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