A fun little idea: “What if there was no reward when they got there?” That’s what came about for me in this little flash fiction piece. And I love writing in the fantasy genre.

Months of traveling. The party had reached their destination, looking down at what was promised a mound of gold, but instead was an empty room. All the blood they shed, for a job posting with no reward.

“Well, I say, this must be that the true reward was the bond and camaraderie we all had formed along the way.”

One of them looks over. Having to turn further, so that their working eye can see the optimistic, babbling fool. “Shut the fuck up,” as they turned away, leaving the empty room that was promised riches, to go home with nothing.