The strong mighty knight, rode a horse of gold. Thorough-bred for war he had a dastard goal. For he was set out tonight to hunt a witch of old, evil and demented. Deep within the woods was not only darkness, a light and rustling noise had followed him all his way.

The knight halted his horse, it neighed and pulled its legs up. He turned it to the boy who had seemed unbothered. The boy was no witch, and he didn't seem harmed, so what had he been doing this far from the village.