Prologue
Alistair Wonderland •
It’s not every day to see an old man claiming to have seen a dead woman roaming around at night and capturing children.
What’s more surprising, is that he has proof to prove what he saw last night was real and not a crazy man’s dream.
“I have proof! I tell you, I’ve seen the ghost bride of Wonderland!”
“Sir, you need to relax. Maybe it was a fragment of your imagination?” Knight Chase said, looking at the old man who claims to have that horrid creature.
“No! I’ve seen that woman for years on those streets and she never stops crying!” He cries as he stood up from his chair in front of my desk.
As I said, not every day you’ll see someone complaining about a dead woman’s spirit at night in the 1800th century.
“What do you think about this, Your Grace?” Knight Chase questions me, and I sigh to answer.
“If he has more proof and more witnesses, then we’ll investigate what’s causing the ghoulish wailings at night,” I state, narrowing my eyes at the proof the old man brought.
“We? I’m afraid that we might die with fright if the rumor turns out to be real.” Knight Chase answered, looking at me as if I were crazy.
“Even so, that thing keeps terrorizing the town. And I can’t let the people be scared and suffer those eerie screams at night.” I replied, looking at the old man who must have fainted after screaming his remark.
“But who’s brave enough to fight or execute the ghost?” Knight Chase asks, questioning me as if I’m now the leader of this adventure.
“Me, you, and who else?” I said, questioning my men, looking around at the knights who had fought battles, to see if anyone else wants to join this mission.
Everyone stood silent, maybe even scared to join.
“I will join your grace.” Someone said through the men, as he stood out from the crowd.
He was wearing his helmet, and wearing only the color of silver and white. Like a white knight...
“You? Why do you want to join?” I ask, questioning his motives.
“I’ve always wanted to see a ghost, even if I die, I would still do my job to protect the people and his grace.” He answers, and kneels in front of me.
“And your name is?” I ask, looking at the strange new knight.
He kept silent for a while until he said his name. “Knight Daring of Whitney.”
“Then, it’s settled. We’ll have everything prepaid for tomorrow’s midnight hour.”
