Mark knew his chances were slim. He was not aware of anyone who had returned to tell what life outside of the wall was really like…

The sun peeked above the horizon, spreading blankets of light around Mark’s bedroom. Mark’s eyes fluttered open as he saw the birds, happily chirping below. The townspeople were doing their daily doings, wandering groggily around the houses on the plain of lush, green grass. Mark, however, was not one of these standard townspeople. He was the prince of the prosperous city Fairknowe. Mark was well built and had blonde hair which glistened in the sun. He always beared his title with pride and wore armour like a knight when he addressed his people. From his window in the castle, he waved at a few of the passersby and looked into the horizon. Then, he gazed at the wall.

The wall which surrounded the city was made with the same stone as the castle itself. It was tall enough to block the view of the outside world but short enough to allow the sunlight to pass through. It had several turrets across the top with the main gate heavily guarded by guards. The legends said that the wall was built by the first king himself, Arnold I, to protect from the dangers outside. Several times, the city trembled as if a small earthquake was passing by with an accompaniment of a distant roar. One of Mark’s longest wishes was to go outside the wall and see what life was outside. Only knights were allowed outside but none of them returned to tell the tale.

Mark stared at the wall longingly and when he could not look anymore, he went down for the morning feast. The staircase spiralled down most spectacularly, straight down to the dining hall. He looked around the windows and looked outside the spiralling world. His best friend in the castle, Sir Edmund, was a knight and was waiting for him downstairs. His ancestors have served the royals of Fairknowe before him and he was continuing the family spirit. Sir Edmund was not only just a knight but was his tutor, playmate and personal guard combined in one. He even knew all of the young prince’s secrets. Never did he know that Mark was plotting a plan right in front of him as they ate a grand meal.

Slowly the sun set into the horizon, illuminating the sky with ribbons of orange and violet light. The sky was getting darker until the only light left was from the moon. Mark was dressed inconspicuously with black clothes and his trusty sword. He stealthily moved forwards in the shadows of the trees. He was getting closer and closer to the target. Trees and houses passed my him in a blur. Soon, he was in front of the gate of the wall. No guards were present as the change of the shift was still occurring. Mark pushed a lever near the wall with great strength. To his surprise, it came away easily and the gate slowly came down. It groaned a few times but with the will of Mark, it came down with barely a squeak. Mark, for the first time, was outside of the wall.

Back in the castle, Sir Edmund went into Mark’s bedroom and saw it hastily left. Immediately, he left the castle and secretly went outside. He made a quick search around the city to find no sign of him. His realised, “Mark, he’s outside the wall!”

How right the knight was. The young prince ventured forth on his adventure. Ahead of him was a dense forest of trees. He crept forward, passing uneven paths and eddying torrents of water. He continued though, undaunted by his imminent danger. Slowly, but ever so slowly, he came to a clearing where his troubles were just about to start.

At the clearing, he saw nothing but a stump in the middle of the forest. The area was slightly charred but otherwise had no signs of any danger. Mark was hot and was practically soaked from skin with sweat. He sat on the stump, unaware that it was slowly moving upwards. Mark was oblivious and looked around him. It was only till a minute after where it was swaying slightly when he realised a creature was lifting it up. Mark looked underneath him to see two yellow eyes staring right back up at him. Mark screamed and immediately jumped down. He was now facing a dragon like creature.

A battle emerged between them. The green, scaly creature was at least 10 times the size of a human and had talons sharp enough to slice someone in half. It let out fire from its mouth and singed the top of the trees. Mark deflected every shot from the talons with his sword as fast as he could and barely dodging the flames which leapt at him. The fight was getting faster and faster while Mark thought of a plan. He thought quickly about what creature it was until it finally clicked. The creature was actually a Grindy Low Dragon, one of the most fierce dragon in history.

He remembered this from a lesson with Sir Edmund. It had only one weakness, if someone hits its neck, every bone in its body would shatter. Immediately, Mark started confusing the creature by circling around it quickly. Mark climbed the creature as it swayed with anger. The dragon singed itself a few times but appeared that it couldn’t care less. Soon, Mark was near its throat. The dragon realised its fate and slashed its talons at the boy. But it was too late. Mark had already struck his neck with his sword. Almost comically, it fell to pieces and left the prince on the forest floor.

At the clearing, Sir Edmund had arrived. “Mark!” he cried. The prince looked up in surprise. “Sir Edmund!” he shouted. They awkwardly embraced each other as Mark told him the tale. The dragon was in front of him, in pieces. Sir Edmund softly told him, “At last, the conqueror of our land has been defeated!” Mark shook some ash of his hair and smiled with his friend and looked at the midnight sky.