The castle was dark, only a small flickering of light came from the private quarters of the brave knight. He sat at his desk, surrounded by parchment letters from friends, family and foes. He himself was scribbling away a letter to a dear friend, when he decided he couldn’t hold it any longer and must go to the bathroom.
He walked through the halls, which were dark and silent. He passed the training room where a fellow knight was practicing slaying Orc, Demon and fellow human, for he was soon to embark on a dangerous quest to the distant land of Azeroth. He would return with many riches if he were to complete his quest.
The knight journeyed on and reached the grand oak door entrance to the bathroom. He grasped the knob and began to turn it but then stopped. Did he hear something? He swore he heard a sound from inside but for several minutes after he heard nothing but silence.
The knight opened the door and closed it again behind him, moonlight shining through the window. The marble floor was cold beneath his feet, a slow trickle of water from the tap echoing around the room. He raised the candle to the oil lamp, and a bright orange glow filled the room.
Suddenly a massive screech pierced the air; the glass of the oil lap cracked, and from behind the curtain flew out a deadly beast. It had a large, dark body covered in fur, razor sharp claws at the front and long, thin legs; from its back, a pair of black wings with terrifying venomous patterns. It screeched again, extending a long thin tongue in the process.
The creature took flight, and immediately swooped low and fast at the knight. He ducked, the tips of the creatures wings barely missing his face. He grabbed his sword and got ready; the creature swooped again. The knight swung the blade hard, but the creature evaded, and began flying fast furious circles around the knight until the knight became disorientated. The creature took this opportunity to swoop a third time, knocking the sword out of the knights hands and leaving him defenceless.
The knight was not yet defeated though. He ran over to the medicine cupboard, where on the floor by its feet lay a copy of Woman’s Weekly. He grabbed it just as the creature came round for another pass. The knight opened the door and the battle continued onto the grand hallway; the knight jumped down the staircase and hid. He rolled up the magazine, and waited. The creature came to rest on the wall, panting heavily from the battle. The knight pounced, the magazine slicing through the air and landed hard on the beasts head. It fell to the ground, dead. The knight was victorious, with his honour intact. Until he picked the creature up and flushed it down the toilet.
Alex – 1.
Moth – 0.
