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Authors: Adam Wallace
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And so was their thirst for darkness. Nobility and honour was becoming a thing of the past. They were a new order now, and the Black Knights did not live for nobility and honour. They lived for themselves, for power, and for chaos.
Except for that damn Sir Vyvor.
Every day he would come up to Sir Charge and go on and on about how he had noticed the other knights changing. He would go on and on about honour and valour. Sir Charge would listen, assure Sir Vyvor that he would do something about it, and then he would talk to the other knights about their path to the Wilderene Flower, once they actually discovered its location.
They would go to the flower via the villages and towns on the way, wreaking whatever destruction and feeding on whatever brains they could.
Once they had the flower, they would not return it to the oak. They would use its powers to increase their strength even more, and they would create terror in the land. They would be the greatest order of knights ever to have lived, sort of, and they would rule as no others had ruled, through fear and terror and guts and brains.
or once, on the first morning of the second week of training, Sir Mountable was in a reasonable condition when Pete turned up at his house. This meant he was awake, had eaten breakfast, was only mildly hungover, and had brushed his hair and beard.
Also for once, Sir Mountable said he would join Pete in training at the castle, although he did ask why Pete wanted to become a knight at all. Pete let that one pass by with no response. He was just so happy he was finally going to have his knight at the castle. He was just so happy he would be able to join in training with the other knights. His doubts and depression of the previous week disappeared. He was ready to go.
Pete had walked Horsey Horse Horse all the way to Sir Mountableâs, and now he walked him to the castle. Every now and again Sir Mountable asked Pete why he wasnât riding the horse. Pete would make up a different excuse each time, none of which gave away the real reason ⦠that he couldnât get up on the thing!
âOh, you know, heâs pretty tired. I thought I would just let him walk.â
âWell, my knees are extra bony today, and I donât want to hurt his side.â
âI have made an appointment for the horse chiropractor for this afternoon, and I donât want to do anything that may change the curve in his spine before then.â
âThe clouds are flowing eastward.â
âItâs a Monday.â
Sir Mountable didnât question any of these excuses. He just nodded and stroked his beard.
âBut why a knight, boy? Why do you want to become a knight?â
Pete didnât need hesitations or excuses here. He simply stopped walking, stood tall and spoke.
âBecause to be a knight is to be respected by others. It is to have honour, values and nobility. Because to be a knight is to fight for what is right, and to defeat evil. Because the greatest person I have known, besides my mum, was a knight. Because I want the world to see how great I can be, that I can be great, even with one arm ⦠and because knights have really cool armour.â
He threw that last bit in just for fun. Sir Mountable didnât laugh though. He simply nodded, stroked his beard, and started walking again. Pete, a little flushed from his speech, smiled and walked after him, Horsey Horse Horse trotting at his side.
They reached the castle.
They were early. No other knights or trainees were there. Pete put Horsey Horse Horse in the stable for the traineesâ horses.
King Rayon met them at the castle gates.
âPete McGee. It seems you have a knight at last.â
Sir Mountable bowed low.
âYour Majesty. I apologise for my tardiness.â
The King nodded.
âYou are here now, and that is good. You two may begin early. We are wrestling today, young McGee. Are you ready for that?â
âYes, Your
Except for that damn Sir Vyvor.
Every day he would come up to Sir Charge and go on and on about how he had noticed the other knights changing. He would go on and on about honour and valour. Sir Charge would listen, assure Sir Vyvor that he would do something about it, and then he would talk to the other knights about their path to the Wilderene Flower, once they actually discovered its location.
They would go to the flower via the villages and towns on the way, wreaking whatever destruction and feeding on whatever brains they could.
Once they had the flower, they would not return it to the oak. They would use its powers to increase their strength even more, and they would create terror in the land. They would be the greatest order of knights ever to have lived, sort of, and they would rule as no others had ruled, through fear and terror and guts and brains.
or once, on the first morning of the second week of training, Sir Mountable was in a reasonable condition when Pete turned up at his house. This meant he was awake, had eaten breakfast, was only mildly hungover, and had brushed his hair and beard.
Also for once, Sir Mountable said he would join Pete in training at the castle, although he did ask why Pete wanted to become a knight at all. Pete let that one pass by with no response. He was just so happy he was finally going to have his knight at the castle. He was just so happy he would be able to join in training with the other knights. His doubts and depression of the previous week disappeared. He was ready to go.
Pete had walked Horsey Horse Horse all the way to Sir Mountableâs, and now he walked him to the castle. Every now and again Sir Mountable asked Pete why he wasnât riding the horse. Pete would make up a different excuse each time, none of which gave away the real reason ⦠that he couldnât get up on the thing!
âOh, you know, heâs pretty tired. I thought I would just let him walk.â
âWell, my knees are extra bony today, and I donât want to hurt his side.â
âI have made an appointment for the horse chiropractor for this afternoon, and I donât want to do anything that may change the curve in his spine before then.â
âThe clouds are flowing eastward.â
âItâs a Monday.â
Sir Mountable didnât question any of these excuses. He just nodded and stroked his beard.
âBut why a knight, boy? Why do you want to become a knight?â
Pete didnât need hesitations or excuses here. He simply stopped walking, stood tall and spoke.
âBecause to be a knight is to be respected by others. It is to have honour, values and nobility. Because to be a knight is to fight for what is right, and to defeat evil. Because the greatest person I have known, besides my mum, was a knight. Because I want the world to see how great I can be, that I can be great, even with one arm ⦠and because knights have really cool armour.â
He threw that last bit in just for fun. Sir Mountable didnât laugh though. He simply nodded, stroked his beard, and started walking again. Pete, a little flushed from his speech, smiled and walked after him, Horsey Horse Horse trotting at his side.
They reached the castle.
They were early. No other knights or trainees were there. Pete put Horsey Horse Horse in the stable for the traineesâ horses.
King Rayon met them at the castle gates.
âPete McGee. It seems you have a knight at last.â
Sir Mountable bowed low.
âYour Majesty. I apologise for my tardiness.â
The King nodded.
âYou are here now, and that is good. You two may begin early. We are wrestling today, young McGee. Are you ready for that?â
âYes, Your
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