The Squire and the Warlock

After finishing my homework, I decided to watch something on TV. After struggling to find something good to watch on TV, I came across an unfamiliar, but interesting-looking, show. I tried seeing if there was anything else to watch, but the show apparently was on every single channel. The show was a cartoon about a knight in a fantasy world. But there was something strange: the knight was talking to me and addressing me by name! I felt the urge to come closer. My mom noticed and told me to not stand too close to the TV. But I felt myself coming closer and closer. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and I found myself in a strange place that looked exactly like the fantasy world that the show took place in! I was also face-to-face with a knight that looked quite similar to the knight on the show as well! After the knight addressed me by name again, I realized that I had somehow ended up sucked inside of the show? I asked the knight, "How do I get out of here?" The knight replied, "You must defeat the evil warlock who is trying to take over." Suddenly, I heard a strange sound. I looked around, and I saw strange black clouds all over the place. A black-robed figure appeared from the clouds. "I will take over this world," the robed figure said before vanishing.

A dark hooded figure hunched over. The strange sound, I came to realise, was it’s bizarre raspy cackling. “Him? Defeat the warlock! HA” His voice sounded like he had eaten a hand full of nails and they were now lodged in his throat. To listen to him was painful. The knight placed a hand assuredly on my shoulder, bent down a little and whispered in to my ear; “Ignore the old coot, he is harmless, a bit gone in the head.” Now returning to the old man the knight spoke clearly “My friend, do not tease this boy, he shall become my squire, and will learn the ways of the sword and the horse.”

“And how many of these poor squires have you gone through now?”

“I beg your pardon?” The knight was taken aback, and I was now becoming very worried about my safety.

“I’m just saying, in recent times I have seen you greet many a young man only for them to go missing.” The old figure said this with a slight shrug, he knew he was testing the knight’s patients now. “but what do I know, I am just an old coot.” He patiently started filling his pipe with a herb of some type.

“Oh, and I suppose you could teach this boy better? What possibly could you know about fighting and warlocks?” The knights voice wobbled, and he glared toward his attacker, his hand now rested on his sword. The old man was unphased and I was starting to like him, he had an old face with skin that hung baggily around his cheeks, he obviously had a knack for teasing, but I could not shake the feeling that there was more to him.

After a leisurely puff of his pipe, the old man hobbled shakily on his stick towards the knight. “I know more than you, you’re but fly larva to me boy.” He tapped the expensive looking leg armour of the knight. “You think this will protect you from a warlock? Do you even know how they fight? Have you ever even seen one?” The knight looked taken aback “w-well uhm no but I have read a lot.. and I know where the warlock hides!”. The old man stood upright for the first time, he pulled his hood down and waved his arms. “Oh yes that is all the knowledge you need! You fool. No wonder so many of your poor squires have vanished, they probably died horrid deaths based on rumours and fairy tales.” The man now walked towards me, walking stick pointed towards me. “And this boy? He is a stick! Look at him!” I looked down at myself, now I felt horrendously self-conscious. “he’s all length and no strength, maybe he could be fast but being sneaky with a body like that, it’s going to be tough. You hear me boy?” He beat me on the head with his stick. “You’re gonna need to start learning to hunker down and hide that height of yours or they will see you coming in the next city.” I put my hands on my head to protect myself from his stick. He had a very strong arm. “Right you so called knight.” He turned to the knight who was watching this all unfold as if it were a dream, or a nightmare. It seemed he was no longer really with us. “I have a deal for you. You can train this boy however you please for the first four days of the week, but those last three, the boy is mine and I will try to actually make sure he doesn’t die.” The knight nodded his head solemnly and respectfully. He now knew this man was not to be trifled with. “Right that’s settled then. You will be trained by a foolish knight and an old coot. May the Gods be on your side.”. My stomach ached and I felt a bit faint now. I had no idea what was going on, but I nodded respectfully and agreed.

The knight then led me to a stable with two horses. I got on one of the horses, as well as him. We then trotted off to a sinister-looking castle guarded by black knights. The knight gave me a sword, and I started fighting off the black knights along with him. Soon, we went into the castle, where there was a long hallway. "Uh-oh," the knight said. "we have ten minutes before this episode ends. If the credits roll before we defeat the evil warlord, you will be trapped here forever!" My body shook nervously. "Don't worry," the knight said. "We will do this!"

Me and the knight then went down the hallway and up a huge spiral staircase. The evil warlord was waiting at the top. "Five more minutes, "the knight said. I then slashed my sword at the evil warlord, but he pushed out his hands and dark clouds surrounded both me and the knight. The knight started fading away in the dark clouds. "Help me, "the knight said. "I'm fading away!" "You're next," the evil warlord yelled.

I then looked around and found a strange scroll. The scroll read:

Lightning

This spell summons a huge lightning bolt to strike an enemy.

Lightning, lightning, as bright as the Sun.

Gornie Trenghi Mirzhi Frun

The scroll was apparently a magic spell. I read the spell aloud, and a huge bolt of lightning hit the evil warlord as the scroll vanished into this air. I saw a flash of bright light, and then I found myself back at my home, in the living room, where I could see credits rolling on the TV screen. My mother came into the room and asked, "Where were you?" "I got sucked into the show, "I replied. "Also, I felt like something was pulling me closer into the TV. I know better then to stand too close." "OK, "she said. "We should try to see why that had happened. When your father comes home, I'll have him take a look at it."