Sunlight glistened off the sweat on Brandon’s green skin as he leaned forward with his trusty disc in hand. The plastic was as orange as his beard and almost twice his size. His pointy shoe ground against the concrete tee as he flipped the disc a few times in preparation. Being shorter than a gnome and more unsightly than an orc, he knew to go with his strengths, which were few and far between. Because of this, he prepared to throw backhand because forehand throws required more muscle and effort.

His hands were tiny, and he could hardly hold a can of Pink Steer, his favorite energy drink. He managed to down the entire can and toss it into his bag because no matter how evil he was, he would not litter.

Brandon let out a grunt as a light pierced through the trees. Knowing the reason, he growled at the path leading to the tee. His blood pressure rose, and his eye twitched at seeing Lollipop step onto the field. His greater stature and aura of light caused Brandon to cower in fear.

With hands larger than Brandon’s torso and a golden smile, Lollipop waved a hand. “Morning?”

Brandon sneered, “Foul thing, and you’re late, as always.” He stepped into the throw, his arm reaching back, and with a long step that stretched over a few blades of grass, he hurled the disc off the tee.

The orange plastic disc took to the sky and streaked down the fairway.

Brandon’s large, bulbous eyes opened wide, and a smile crept across his face, revealing his sharp brown and yellow teeth. His pointy ears perked up, and he leaned toward the edge of the tee.

The disc arced before striking a tree limb, it shot straight to the ground before rolling back toward the tee.

Brandon grumbled and slapped his knee with the spindly appendage he called an arm. “Still in play, but my shoulder is exhausted.” He rubbed the bony protrusion at the top of his shoulder and grinned at Lollipop.

Lollipop smiled at Brandon and patted his back. Lollipop’s longer arms and taller frame towered over the unsightly creature Brandon knew himself to be, but he cared little for this because the only power Lollipop possessed was the light.

From the back of the tee, Lollipop lined up with the fairway. As he stepped forward, trumpets sounded, and a chorus erupted in a beautiful hymn. Golden light bathed the tee box, and wind tossed Lollipop’s long, luscious hair. With little effort, Lollipop launched his disc, which sailed within striking distance of the basket.

“I’m sorry, good buddy, if you needed more of a break, we didn’t have to play today,” Lollipop said.

Brandon sneered again and snatched his misshapen disc off the ground. “I’m fine, but your use of light is a bit unfair.” He placed it in his bag and shuffled out a blue disc with fantasy disc scrawled across it.

“That’s the sun, a source of light, and it rises in the east daily. It’s not new or a strange thing to the world.” Lollipop said.

Brandon stared blankly and slipped his hand past the poorly kept loincloth and scratched his backside. Not caring what Lollipop thought, he took a whiff of his finger and returned his focus to the basket.

“Okay!” Brandon said.

“HEY!” a voice from behind called out among screams and pleas for help.

Humans and elves alike fled as the trees shook violently. Tree limbs snapped as an orc, Todd, stepped out of the treeline. “You forget about Todd?”

Todd towered over the humans who didn’t immediately flee, and his large feet cracked the tee box with each step.

Brandon smiled at Todd and chuckled at the sigh from Lollipop.

Todd took a disc from an overstuffed leather sack slung over his shoulder. he adjusted his sunglasses and shifted his ball cap. Todd smiled back at him with his one protruding bottom tooth.

Lollipop laughed, “Guess you needed someone to make you look better, Mr. Goblin?”

Brandon shrugged and lurched out of the way.

Todd leaned to his right and slung his disc with so much force that it tore through the tree trunk. The whistle of the disc flying through the air gave sufficient warning to a family of gnomes that abandoned their tree before their home was destroyed. “Golf course adjacent my tiny ass!” said the father gnome as they fled.

Not slowing down, the disc embedded itself into the rocks around the Basket. “Todd, throw good, who has music? Me only has two bars.” his beady eyes narrowed on Lollipop. “Count all strokes, no cheating.”

Brandon grinned, for this was the beginning of his plan to bring down the self-righteous Lollipop. His feelings were pushed down by a ray of sunlight burning his hairless scalp.

“Hey, Brandon, looks like it’s your shot,” Lollipop said.

A fetid plum rose from Brandon’s backside as he honed in on the basket. He stepped into the throw and sent it flying. The disc struck the basket and popped out, before rolling several feet away.

“Maybe I can save par?” Brandon jammed his gnarled fingernail into his ear and pulled a thick glob of earwax out on the tip of his finger. “Guess it’s your turn, don’t miss.”

Lollipop smiled, “Thanks for noticing, it’s not every day that you are noticed for being a devout light bearer. Oh, and please don’t smell that finger! It has been in your ear and other unsightly places.”

Brandon sank and turned his back, allowing him to sniff his goo-covered finger out of sight of his judgmental friend.

Lollipop squared off and tossed his putter; it dinged off the side of the basket and flopped flat on the ground.

“Guess it isn’t all bad,” Lollipop said.

“You, bad? Never! The light and all. Todd, show our friend how we play.” Brandon said.

Todd grasped the rock and crushed the basket before breaking his disc free. He smiled and tossed the rock onto a passing cart.

“Birdie, I got birdie. Goblin and funny man are useless.” Todd walked to the next hole, bobbing his head to the music of the heavy metal sirens practicing by the water hazard. “Me in lead.”

Brandon missed his next shot. “Bogey, screw your par. I’m not worried, I just want you to lose. Golden hair, shiny armor, think you’re better than everyone else.”

Lollipop stood over the hole where the basket once stood, with his disc in hand, he sighed and swiped the air to signify hitting the chains. Brandon shied away from the light reflecting off Lollipop’s chest piece and sneered at him from the shadows.

“Hey, I’m here for fun and to hang out with my buddies,” Lollipop said.

Brandon took out a nymph and screamed into its face, “Todd with two, Lollipop three.” He turned his back and spoke softly to the nymph, “Disc goblin four.”

“Thank you for using Nymph Disc, your premier fae disc golf tracking service.” The nymph said while being shoved back into Brandon’s bag.