The shiny blue brightly glittering armor could have sprung right out of a fairy tale story.
Hastily the knight rushed his horse along the avenue of white birches, gravel spurting beneath the hooves of his heavy stud.
This was it, this was the day, this was HIS day – finally he would win Isabelle over, he was sure of it.
A calm breeze accompanied the cloudless sky, cooling his face under the helmet.
Nevertheless the air around the fast approaching mansion was heated, so it seemed to blur around the edges, like a vision in a dream.
He rode into the courtyard, coming to a halt with quite a lot of noise.
But right before he even was able to dismount his horse, Klarabelle – Isabelle’s sister – emerged panicked from the atrium rushing up to him and sobbing.
“Sir Casper it is gruesome, you have to help!” she managed to press out between two sobs “the ghastly dragon Gnarltree has abducted Isabelle (sob) you have to free her fast!”
“Where?” Casper barely manages to press out his voice a deep baritone.
“The dragon lives on the mountain Gnarl, its in that direction” Klarabelle points about eastward and indeed a small mountain is visible there.
Without any further words Casper takes off and it takes him a good half of a day to approach the foot of the mountain.
As its impossible to use his trusted horse to climb the mountain, he dismounts, binds it to a tree and begins the difficult ascend.
Thankfully it does not take all too long to find the hole in which the luckless lizard lurks.
Steam emerges from it and maybe its only in his mind but Casper believes to hear Isabelle sobbing, so he rushes down, well then up again and down again.
Its an outright maze of a dungeon this dragon created, but after some steep climbs Casper reaches the heart of the dungeon.
There she is, raven haired Isabelle, bound to a wooden pole sticking out of a pile of treasures the dragon piled up in the middle of the cave – oh and there the dragon is, well Casper was not silent at all, with his solid armor clanking and rattling like a blacksmiths hung out wares in a storm – so the dragon stares right at him, seemingly surprised at the cockiness of this tiny knight.
An epic battle ensues and even as his luck seems to run out a few times, at the end Casper prevails and the beast lies slain before his feet.
He rushes to Isabelle and quickly unchains her, when she falls into his arms he promises to never leave her side.
“Caspeeer” is that yell coming from outside the cave?
“Where are you Casper?” another voice “Look there is his broom, why would he bind it to the tree?” oh no it must be robbers from the woods that found his horse, better be quiet now!
“Oh see there is Klarabelle, meowing up the tree. Oh man he is up there again.”
“Come down Casper” Sylvia is yelling up the tree “Lunch is ready. Come down and eat you oaf!”
Finally when Casper slowly makes his way down with Isabelle in his arms, Peter says to Sylvia “Man he never ever swept the yard or does anything useful, always playing with the cats. I wonder what goes on in his head!”