It was the middle of the night when Wallace crept our of his bedroom door and found himself wondering in a magical world. He didn’t know if he was dreaming or if this was real. By the look of his clothes, it was like he hadn’t been to bed, he was dressed in blue jeans and a red tee.
His hair was neatly combed too, which was surprising since he always wore a baseball cap.
Walking in a place that surrounded him with trees and fog, everything was so dark and gloomy. His first thought was, “Maybe I’m dead and this is some kind of limbo”, a thought that probably many people might’ve had. This was both scary and exciting, it was until Wallace heard footsteps from behind him.
It was the sound of very heavy shuffling feet, he tried to hide behind a tree in hope no-one would see him.
But right when he thought everything was safe, someone from behind him yelled, “Gotcha!”, and clasping a rather large hand to his shoulder. Wallace yelped like a puppy in pain, his heart racing with intensity He thought he was having a heart attack.
Turning slowly around Wallace started to ease up and realised he was standing in front of his dead Grandpa, it was eerie and creepy but also very amazing and the feeling that Wallace got from this was a shot of ectasy, a radiant peak of adrenaline.
“So it’s you Wallace, the chosen one, hey” Grandpa babbled. “Gramps, how is this possible that you’re alive?” Wallace sheepishly asked.
“Well Wallace this is the underworld, a dark place for all of us old and new Knights who track down the evilness that lurk in the human world” Grandpa proceeded to say. Wallace was shocked, “The Chosen One, Me” his thoughts were scattered and he was in disbelief.
Grandpa, an old man but not frail, he wore a long silk jacket that was shear black and a long framed crystal stick that he gripped in his right hand. His face had many lines and wrinkles, but he didn’t look dead, he looked more alive than ever.
They walked to a nearby cottage house where they entered and formed a rather united bond.
Together in the cottage Grandpa shared with his grandson the truths about being a Knight, handing him the book of Evil Knights, this would become his life. The legend had been said to have started with a witches curse and forbidden links to the real world, that all the evil one’s would walk the earth to create turmoil. Wallace would have to succeed in his battles, this would be his vengence.
So the first trail of the new Knight would begin in two full moon times.
In the blink of an eye, Wallace was back in his bed. Shaking his head and thinking, “It must’ve been a dream”, but then under his pillow was the book.
