Tales From October Volume II

"What are you?" And so asked Jonathan the man, what the supposed boy was, rather than Tykyn the strordinaire, for suddenly he felt not like being Tykyn at all. "And what have you done with Jonah?"

Don't you get it Tykyn? There is no Jonah, there is only me, Tchuudyn. And you will rue the day you became a strordinaire."

"I already do Tchuudyn, I already do."

"A pity then that you had the misfortune to meet me."

"Yes, especially on this my first day as a strordinaire, when I've already been beaten once. And by an ordinary man at that."

"What? What do you mean Tykyn? First day or not, how can an ordinary man defeat such as you? You are a strordinaire and by my meausurings, one with some degree of power. This makes no sense."

"Be that as it may Tchuudyn, I was defeated by an ordinary man, so to fall to a villain bursting with power is surely no surprise."

"No, this will not do at all, For my victory to have meaning, I must defeat you at your best, not at your least. Why must it always be so difficult?"

"I've often wondered that myself Tchuudyn."

"Shut up Tykyn, you will not speak to me with such impudence."

And Tchuudyn did but glare
Wanting to smite him so
But knowing he could not
If to gain he would
His full reward

So not another choice he had
Which oh so made him mad
He had to let him be
At least awhile

Which begged the question
Oh what to do
With an enemy
But yes forewarned
When such had never
Not ever been the case

"And if I do? What will you do about it Tchuudyn? Eh, what will you do?"