Black storm clouds have blocked out the very farthest lights from the sky. A heavy fog coats the forest in a layer of moisture. A valiant knight riding a steed of white, marches slowly through the forest. Behind him is his homeland kingdom, which is in a state of uproar, from the princess disappearance. In front of the knight, however, was the rumored den of, not a dragon, but a Wyvern. This sort of beast is very much different from a Dragon. Though it too, has scales, it only has two back legs, and a pair of wings. It cannot breathe fire, but it has a pointed club on the end of it's tail that could tear even the greatest warriors in two. Eventually, the knight had reached his destination. The cave was dark, with fog just slowly rolling in as if it was being inhaled. The nearby trees were dead, and leafless, as if a poison had eaten away their life. It was silent, only the sound of the horse's steps and the clinking knights armor could be heard. The knight stepped off of the horse, and slowly, quietly, walked toward the cave. He lit his torch, and walked in. The cave was silent, no water drops, no wind, the sound of clinking armor seemed to even be distant. The ground was moist and uneven, hard to walk on.
It seemed like hours that he was walking in silence. Everything growing quieter every second. It seemed as if days had passed, the knight grew tired, he stopped to rest when he realized he forgot to take his rations off the horse. Cursing under his breath, the knight continued deeper into the cavern. There was no life in the cave other than the knight, no rats, no spiders, no bats, nothing of the living sort. Only rocks and thick mist. Suddenly his torch went out. He tried to light it again, but it wouldn't light. The cave was totally silent, even the clinking of the knight's armor couldn't be heard. Just pure silence. Then, suddenly, in darkness, the knight fell to his untimely demise. He couldn't see the cliff ahead of him.
This same thing happened to many knights, all to save the princess. However, contrary to what everyone thought, there was no Wyvern, there was no monster, the princess had escaped to a distant kingdom, to have the free choice of whom to marry. She chose a handsome prince, one of great wealth and prestige, but not one who was self-indulgent. The king of her former kingdom, her father, every day, sent out a warrior to slay this beast, until every able-bodied man had died, all in that cursed lair of evil, as he called it.
Text version of an assignment for class. It was for a podcast thing the teacher recorded. Strangely it's going on some educational site instead of iTunes store.
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And I slapped Creative Commons on it.