The Colour Of Powder

[The Dark Master]

A small spoof of Terry Pratchett's The Colour of Magic
Chapter One:

SandMaster was sitting in his usual place in his usual bar, in the city of Furom, sipping his drink and gazing into nowhere. There was a taven brawl on behind him, there always was no matter how oblivious SandMaster was to it. Give the community of Furom five pints of beer, a small grudge and a pretty woman to fight over a taven brawl was always the inevitable.

SandMaster heard the little jingle of the bell and the small woosh of rain before the door closed, leaving a bright faced DarkMaster infront of a fully fledged fight. DarkMaster was one of those people who thought a great battle was just an innocent punch in the arm and blind optimism always got you out alive.
'I say' said DarkMaster, 'what's going on here?'
A bottle whipped past DarkMaster's head like a bullet, but Darkmaster was still oblivious to everything infront of him. he looked round and spotted SandMaster hunched up in the corner, trying not be noticed. This tactic had obviously failed as DarkMaster strode up to him and sat next to him.

'A pint of orange squash please, deary' winked DarkMaster at the landlady of the tavern, who was wiping glasses with a dirty cloth.
'So, SandMaster', said DarkMaster cheerfully to his neighbour,
'what the hell are you doing on this side of Web, stuck here with a pint of beer? What about all you adventures you had?'
'Bugger off' came the gloomy reply from the sullen figure.
'Oh, you're nice. Anyway, I have an opportunity for you to do so again. A chance to relive the old days, have daring adventures and be back in time for tea.'
'Hm...what kind of task do you have for me?'
'Let's just say....daring deeds, high chances of death and extreme risks.' said DarkMaster with a hint of charm (if he had any).
'I'm in.'
'Excellent! Come on then! Get off your backside and save the Web!'
They both jumped up at the same time and knocked their chairs back on the floor. DarkMaster began to leave but SandMaster took out a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and left it on the bar table, and left through the creaking door into the open. to follow DarkMaster into the streets of Furom witha grin.
Much later, when the landlady looked back on the table and saw the piece of paper, it read:

Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast

To be continued.....