I don't much care for fantasy, since it's based on magic, which I don't believe in. I can never suspend my disbelief enough to get involved in the story. Also, there is no suspense, since anytime the protagonist gets into a bind, a bit of magic will be conjured up to make things right.
(Sung to the tune of
The Boxer)
I am just a poor boy, but my story's told a lot
I lived in a tiny village working in some menial job until the monsters came
All burning crops, razing houses
Eating some people and kidnapping the rest
(humming)
Well I couldn't save my family, so now I'm an orphan boy
With a sword some old guy gave me, and the skill to use even without practicing
I met this girl, seems she is some kind of princess
Which I prob'ly should have known from that tiara and her knowledge of twelve languages
So I'm learning to do magic from the owner of the sword
Who is a wizard, but that didn't help a bit when our town was attacked
I do declare, it would have been a help to have these talents while it was still there
(Humming, ironically)
When I'm trudging through some wasteland I'm wishing I was home
Or at least, some place where all these creatures aren't out to eat me
Eat me
Now I'm facing off the badguy and I release some magic spell
Which I've always had inside me till the deus ex machina let it out and he goes reeling
With a terrifying yell
I am melting, I am melting. Wait, no that's a different tale.
(Humming, smugly)