Daily Column: The Holy Knight’s Prayer
Sir Sain was spotted a number of days ago in the Forth family’s yard offering prayers to a flock of sheep. As our readers likely know, Sir Sain is the eldest son of the Forth family and, in all his greatness, is the one and only person in the world chosen to assume the role of the holy knight. The radiance he bears is the grace of the gods. The cross he shoulders is the symbol of justice. He, the holy knight, is the sole entity permitted to take the blessing of Her Holiness into his person. At the young age of twelve, Sir Sain has already demonstrated his incredible capabilities at last month’s tournament—the Laura Grand Prix—during which he bested all of the competition and was crowned the strongest warrior in the kingdom. For many of our readers, his victory is likely still a fresh memory.
Sir Sain’s prayers are well known for their soothing nature, but it appears these effects are not limited only to people. The sheep listening to Sir Sain’s prayers lay themselves at his feet and, bathing in the rays of the sun, drifted off into peaceful slumber. (Picture 1: Sir Sain in prayer and sheep sleeping quietly.)
According to his personal attendant, who agreed to be interviewed, Sir Sain has lately been focused on looking after a number of plants and animals he’d taken under his care. Indeed, the loving grace of Sir Sain knows no bounds, touching not only man but all life across the land. He truly embodies what it means to be a knight—to be one chosen by the gods.
We citizens of the Holy Kingdom of Lightridge have always placed our faith in Her Holiness, Vicitaelia. To us, Sir Sain is no less than a national treasure. So long as he remains with us, the peace of our kingdom is all but guaranteed.
Our observation drew to a close when Sir Sain, having likely become aware of our presence, used magic to disappear. Seven years after taking up the mantle, Sir Sain has shown tremendous growth as a holy knight, but it seems his shy personality yet remains. (Picture 2: Sheep shocked by Sir Sain’s disappearance.)
I clasp my hands together and pray. I pray that the holy knight, graced by divine favor, shall lead our kingdom to a better future.
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“Gyeeeeeeeeh!”
With an emphatic and very conspicuous screech, the young boy ripped the newspaper he held in two, paying no mind to the bewildered gazes of all the passengers around him. Few others on this ship sailing out from the Holy Kingdom of Lightridge looked anything like him. His black hair reached down past his eyebrows, slightly obscuring his blue eyes. Despite the sun beating mercilessly down on the deck of the ship, the young man was dressed in a set of very elaborate and very black clothes. On his fingers and around his neck were countless accessories, all of which had just a tad too many sharp points to be deemed reasonable attire.