In the Bosherling Woods a young man with dark brown hair and brown eyes was walking beside a carriage. He was in Knight training and his first task was to guard the carriage safely through the woods.
"Now what should we do?" Said one of the Knights who was also there to protect the carriage, there was a tree blocking the path.
"We'll never be able to move it ourselves; we will turn around and get some help."
The Knight turned to the dark haired boy.
"Michael, you are to stay here with the carriage and guard it."
"Yes sir." Said Michael as he took off his green hat and used it to fan himself.
"I will come with you." It was Lord Furlamore, the man who was riding in the carriage.
"What's the point of guarding an empty carriage?" Michael thought to himself.
The Knights and Lord Furlamore rode off, leaving Michael with the empty carriage. Michael leaned agenst the carriage. "This Knight stuff sure is boring." He thought to himself.
His Father was a Knight and his Mother wanted him to become one so he could live in the second part of the Kingdom but he'd rather be in the third part and have fun than to be in the second part and be bored all the time. Then he thought of Phyllis, sweet Phyllis. He was going to ask her to marry him after this task. Then he felt the carriage move slightly then it rolled away, causing him to fall over. He watched the carriage roll away.
"Wait!" He called out but the carriage didn't stop, it rolled to a cliff then it flew in the air.
CRASH!! Michael looked and saw the carriage, upside down at the bottom of the cliff.
"Accidents will happen." He said to himself.
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"I say this man should be executed!!" Yelled Lord Furlamore. Michael was on trial about the carriage that was still at the bottom of the cliff.
"Executed for what? Killing a carriage?" Michael's friend, John London, said to the royal court.
"Not just any carriage, MY carriage!!" Shouted Lord Furlamore, the King just watched the men argue; he didn't really care about the whole thing, and then the King spoke.
"Put this man into the dungeon until I make my decision."
Michael's Mother, Bette Nesmith, cried while they took him away and put him in the dungeon.
"Are you okay Michael?" Asked Phyllis. She came down to the dungeon to make sure Michael was alright. "I brought you some bread."
"Is there a saw in the bread I can use to saw my way out of here?" Asked Michael. Phyllis rolled her eyes.
"I'm afraid not," Said Phyllis. "Just bread."
"I'm sorry about this April." Said Michael, he loved calling her April.
"Sorry for what? I'm sure the King will let you out of here soon."
"But I-I wanted to ask you something."
"You can ask me now." Said Phyllis, with a smile.
"I wanted to ask you in a special way." Said Michael with a look of guilt.
"I do."
Michael now had a look of surprise.
"You were going to ask me to marry you, right?" Phyllis asked. Michael nodded.
"Then I do."
Michael was so happy; he would've given her a big hug if it weren't for the bars.
"We'll get married right after I get out of here." Michael said to his bride-to-be.
"Okay you two, break it up." Said the guard. "Visiting hours are over."
"See you later Michael." She left the dungeon and Michael thought about the wonderful wedding they'd have.