Wall of Disclaimers is up on my profile.
Crackish. I just had no idea why. The this is light and airy. I hope that I can put together a darker version of the later parts. I know that a lot of this is incorrect (hello? history buff here), but I'm making this a playful nonsensical version.
You are to train as hard as you can.
You are to fight every enemy you face.
You are to treat every lady kindly.
You are to guide those who have lost their way.
You are to stand your ground whenever things go wrong.
You are to be a knight and the greatest there is or was.
That was not how it worked for Alex Rider.
Alex started saddling his horse on morning. At sixteen, he had just gotten knighted and was now to be summoned by the king. Things could not go better.
Alex rode along on his mount and headed toward the citadel. The kingdom of Plesher was to the west farther than they would expect. About a half hour later, he spoke.
"Tom, why are we going east?"
Tom, his brother, clapped him on the back. "This is west." Alex rolled his eyes.
"See that?" He pointed. "That is the sun." His finger moved to the horizon. "The sun rises in the east." He pointed to the horse. "We are riding toward the sun." He smacked Tom's shoulder. "By the transitive property of you are an idiot, we are riding toward the east." Alex turned his horse around.
Tom rubbed his shoulder. "Oyo, that wasn't nice."
Alex sighed. "I jest."
"Well, your face sure is." Alex swing again and this time Tom swung back.
"The king summoned us so we need to get there," Alex muttered.
"He never said soon." Tom bit into an apple.
"He said by nightfall." Alex scoffed. That part had been written in three colors and bolded.
"Wow, it must be important." Tom fed the rest of the apple to the horse. "We should go faster."
"Let's go!" Alex spurred his horse into a gallop.
"Wait for me!"