The Knight and the Dragons

As I tucked my grandson into bed at night, I asked him, “So Abel, which story would you like to hear tonight?”

“The knight and the dragons,” Abel almost shouted in excitement.

“Again? Just because it has your ancestor as a hero?”  I asked with mock exasperation, but seeing the look on his face, hurriedly launched into the story before he could launch into me.

“After months of fruitless search across the country, the brave knight finally saw some 30 to 40 dragons on the top of a hill. He immediately raised his lance, and exhorted his trusted steed to charge. And before the dragons realized what was happening, the knight had picked up great speed, and the point of his lance was just about to pierce the wing of the nearest dragon.

It was then that your great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather hit the knight on the head with a large, accurately-aimed stone.

 

Photo courtesy CE Ayr.

 The knight fell and lost consciousness, and it gave enough time to the dragons to work their magic and hide behind their glamour.”

“And as the knight woke up,” Abel excitedly finished off the story, “great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather Sancho Panza asked him- Why were you tilting at these windmills Don Quixote?”

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199 words.

Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Al Forbes. The challenge is to write a story of 200 words or less, based on the photo prompt given above.  For more details visit HERE.

To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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