Fantasy+Prompt

Once upon a time... ﻿ in a land far far away... all the world really was a stage. Performances were continuously created with the whispering winds of Nature's calls echoing throughout the mountainous valleys. On one particularly beautiful morning Dawn arose among fields of perfumed flowers which splashed the colors of brilliant reds, violets, pinks, blues, yellows, and oranges. With the whiffs of sweetness she pranced across a babbling brook and entered the coolness of a pine scented forest. Once she entered this forest, all the colors began to change. The reds and oranges turned to blues and blacks and grays. The noises she now heard became more menacing as she went further into the forest. Soon, she could not remember what lay outside of the forest. ﻿ The once sweet smell of pine needles and sunny fields was now replaced by something dark and sinister. Dawn's nostrils flared as they registered the pungent decay of something buried not so deep in the dark forest foliage. From the corner of her eye Dawn thought she saw a large shape moving quickly through the canopy above. The hair on the back of Dawn’s neck bristled with the realization that it moved with no sound. It had no mass. It was a spirit. A very black, dark spirit whose only purpose was to consume her. She had never known terror, but she did now. She held her breath. She felt she would suffocate. Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself any more than she could cease wringing her hands. Suddenly from the mass, a hairy arm with a gray shaking hand pointed a trembling finger toward her face. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Then she fainted. footsteps came running .The knight in shining armor scooped her up and put her on the back of his steed...Then she woke up. Unfortunately, he couldn't get out of his armor. The clasp was broken. "Honey," he said...."I’m a fanatical reader,” explained Knight. “I will even read the cereal box, scraps of paper, wherever there’s words, I just need to keep reading constantly ... I’ve always been reading. Reading is one of my passions. He continued, " I also can’t remember a time when I wasn’t making up stories. I’ve always told stories. Never thought I’d write a book. I just thought it’s too hard to get into publishing...but I hope you understand!"   My friends all call me "Sir Readalot", they're so immature!