I'm kind of unsatisfied with the ending, but it just wouldn't tie up the way I envisioned it. It is, however, exactly 100 words.

One word—that was all it took. One word, not even backed by any feeling stronger than curiosity, forged a bond of eternal enmity between them.

As Clark remembered his first years in Metropolis, he wondered what might have become of the very first year if he had not so cavalierly thrown out that one word.

A challenge, an intellectual hiccough, an entropic event which sent them spiraling into the duel of the ages.

Clark remembered, and he wondered, how would his life have changed had he not felt the urge to point out that the blade was “Macedonian?”


"You take turns, advise and protect one another, even heal or be healed when the going gets too tough. I know! That's not a game--that's friendship!" ~Shelly Mezzanoble, Confessions of a Part-Time Sorceress: A Girl's Guide to the Dungeons & Dragons Game

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