The Mistaken Knight

By Rex Weber-Brown, aged 10

In the Kingdom of Leofwin, Sir Thestral the Handsome was loved by everyone. With his lovely golden hair, witty banter and jousting skills the people thought Thestral was the best and most charismatic of knights.

Like all Kings, King Leofwin had problems. The first was the Thunder Dragon, who would keep torching his crops and BBQing his messengers. The second was the notorious Super Villainess Eve Ilmee, who had enchanted the Thunder Dragon. Leofwin needed a Hero.

‘Thestral! The Kingdom is in trouble and so I have decided to send you on a Quest’ said the King.

Thestral’s face lit up like a child discovering his world was made of chocolate.

‘I want you to kill the Thunder Dragon!’

Fear gripped Thestral, his chocolate world melting away.

‘And I want you to kill Eve Ilmee!’

Thestral’s world became raw beetroot and old boiled sprouts.

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Thestral did have amazing hair but he was not clever or fast or brave. It was his secret talking horse Trottalott who was all these things and kept quiet in return for oats, apples and sugar lumps.

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Thestral and Trottalott arrived at the cave of the Thunder Dragon. Skeletons and old burnt pieces of armour lay everywhere.

‘You’re quiet’ said the horse. Thestral said nothing. He was trying not to cry. ‘I said, YOU’RE QUIET’ shouted Trottalott.

A HUGE deafening roar came from the cave. Smoke followed and the sound of heavy, scaly feet. Thestral screamed, ran and tripped. Everything went dark. He woke to find the Dragon dead, his own sword stuck in its brain.

‘Trottalott?’ squeaked Thestral. ‘The Dragon?’

‘You screamed, fell over and your sword flew backwards into its head...’

‘So I killed the Dragon?!’

‘Erm… Well…’

‘I KILLED THE THUNDER DRAGON!’

‘Sigh’ sighed Trottalott.

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Thestral and Trottalott arrived at Eve Ilmee’s Evil Bunker at 3pm. Thestral hammered on the door.

‘I am Sir Thestral and have been sent to kill you: surrender or die!’

‘Oh’ replied Eve. ‘Some tea first?’

‘Ooo Yes please. Do you have any Earl Grey?’

The tea came with cake. Eve liked cake and took a huge bite and then another. She started to turn red, then purple, then fell over and died.

‘I HAVE KILLED EVE ILMEE!’

‘Good Grief’ said Trottalott.

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‘I am a hero, I am a hero’ said Thestral happily, over and over again.

‘What a hero!’ said Leofwin and his people.

‘Please’ muttered Trottalott.

‘Shhh’ said Thestral.

Trottalott had had enough. He bucked Eve’s corpse off his back and stomped off. The corpse started to cough and a huge piece of cake flew straight into Leofwin’s face.

‘I think I’ll have biscuits next time’ said Eve, with an extra evil laugh before disappearing in a puff of smelly green smoke.

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‘Arise Sir Trottalott of Horsington’ cried Leofwin. ‘How could we have been so mistaken to think that idiot with the lovely hair was the bravest of knights when it was you all along! Thestral, you’re banished!’