A Knight's Acceptance
Chapter 1:
A First Friend
As I walked to the entrance of the ship, a shadow of fear passed over me. To my ideal image, the ship towered over the sea and stretched endlessly. A mask, I suppose, decorated the front of the ship. I assumed in my thoughts that the captain was a bit of a narcissistic. I inched closer to the hull, breaking out in cold feet. I noticed that I wasn't the only one here.
Up ahead of me, guarding the entrance was a tall warrior. He carried a flail, gripping tightly in his gloved hands. His eyes glowed red with a powerful radiance. Quivering with the prayers of an innocent soul, I stood before him.
"Yes?" he asked. His eyes bore holes into my face. "Y-yes," I responded. "I'm looking for, Sir Meta Knight?"
"Humph," the knight said, raising his head a little. "And you want?" he asked, peering at me closely. A quaking mess I was as he circled around me. I was shaking from head to toe. "N-nothing at all of the unnecessary sort!" I squeaked.
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