Usually, culture associates dark, stormy nights, and unnaturally sunny days with massacres of families. The dark, stormy night are massacre nights because of the relation of death and night, as well as tumult and storms. The unnaturally perfect day evokes an image of utter, unbreakable peace, waiting for someone to kick it right in the nads, rip off those nads, and shove it down God's throat.

This story, however, take place at sunset. Sunset is a time for lovers. It is the time when living things feel that they should sleep, turn in for the day. Hell, if the sun's doin' it, so should we. Lovers, seeing the time as a boundary between day and night, the boundary being broken by those rays of sunlight, see sunset as the boundary between a male and a female, being broken by that most fantastic of appendages, named the penis.

In this story, those two lovers, husband and wife, lived together in a small cottage, in the middle of a forest. The forest itself has no meaning to the story, it's just really nice looking. In fact, at this point in the narrative, the lovers aren't even near the cottage, or in the forest. They're off in a field, near the southern boundary of the forest.

The male lover, a half human, half dwarf, was a martial arts teacher. He would instruct pupils on the ways of the warrior. The female lover, on the other hand, a half elf, half dragon, was a stay at home, take care of the house, watch the 16 yr old kid, housewife. Today, they decided to leave the kid at home, go out to the field, and have some nice outdoor sex. It's not like they can do it all the time, especially out in a field, like they used to before the kid. But, they found an opportunity, and they started to fuck in a field. Field fucking, ramming among the roots, going at it in the grass, wild sex in the weeds, etc.

What they didn't count on was the gang of bandits that were wandering about the area. These lads, off in the wild for a long time, and lacking about a year and a half's worth of good fucking, so when they saw two people fucking, well, they got a little pissed off. Therefore, the bandits decided to slaughter the parents. They had no chance, with swords, spears, and random pointy things appearing out of nowhere, in mid-climax. The lovers orgasmed, as steel impaled their bodies. They died in their embrace.

The irony of it all, was that the prior product of their love, their son, was spared all this, because after ravaging the pair with their weapons, the bandits ravaged the pair with their genitals. They were exhausted by it all, and left the area. The son, upon finding his parents the next day, ran off to his uncle's house, where he lived, learned the arts of magic and martial arts, and recieved his prized revolver, bottomless backpack, and many enchanted swords within that awesome sack.

Thus, that little boy, who's parents were completely destroyed by bandits, became a warrior and mage of unimaginable power, a very successful ladykiller, and quite the famous character. Hell, he even had a drink named after him....