On one particular night in January, a young man walked out of his house. Putt. Putt. Putt. Went his feet across the cobblestone path that surrounded his home. The man\u2019s name was not one you would really hear regularly. So, he preferred keep it a secret. But to his little town, he was known as the black knight. This man walked to the back of his house, where his horse, nightfrost, was waiting. He mounted his horse, putting his feet into the stirrups. Then, he and his horse sped away into the crisp night.
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at 7:30 am, Jackson woke up from his bed. He heard the sound of birds flying around in his yard. He rolled over, grabbed the windowsill, and pulled himself up. He looked outside. Today was Friday, the day Jackson also delivered the post. He slipped out of bed, Ran downstairs, put on his coat, and walked outside. It was cold and windy outside. It was also raining a little bit, but Jackson did not care about getting wet. In fact, he loved the rain. So, we went over to the post office to pick up the mail to deliver. On his way to the first stop, Jackson saw the shape of a black horse. The horse ran across the field in front of him, and leaped. Landing into Jackson\u2019s yard. When Jackson looked, he saw nothing at first. But then, a cloaked figure appeared, walking up and down the cobblestone path. The figure walked towards Jackson, urging him to come. Jackson followed. The man lifted Jackson onto his horse and they sped off into the woods. Jackson started to get tired, and he fell asleep. When he awoke, Jackson was sitting on the horse still. But when he looked down, the horse was different in a way. Not a real horse. More like one that resembles a knight on a chess board. He carefully slid off the horse. He turned around and saw a big Black figure standing in front of him. The figure was the man that brought him here. He motioned for Jackson to come. Jackson followed him into a tent. Inside the tent, was an elegant woman with black, velvet robes. The women spoke to Jackson. \u201c Hello fellow soldier. I knew you would come here eventually. We have lost one of our soldiers and needed someone to take his place.\u201d Jackson looked confused. \u201c I\u2019m not a soldier, I\u2019m just a kid.\u201d said Jackson softly. The woman stood up and said, \u201cyou may be only a kid, but we need you to help defend our kingdom. I am the queen.\u201d Jackson looked up at her and said, \u201c The queen?\u201d The queen smiled. \u201cYes. I am your queen, your mother.\u201d Jackson looked concerned. \u201cbut I already have a mother\u201d Said Jackson who, was very much confused. Then the Man that next to her spoke up, \u201c And I am your king, your father. Come, follow me my son, meet my servants.\u201d The king put his hand on Jackson\u2019s shoulder and they walked into a big room with a big table set in the middle. Jackson was wondering where the Man that brought Jackson her went to. He didn\u2019t he him here. Just then, Some one ran over, catching his breath. \u201cHello, new soldier! \u201c he said quickly. \u201c I am bishop number 1, but you can just call me Bish!\u201d He looks at Jackson. Jackson says, \u201c Oh, well I don\u2019t know what you all think about me, but I\u2019m no soldier. I can\u2019t fight in your army. I\u2019m just a kid.\u201d The king looks at Jackson and smiles. \u201c Yes, you are a kid. But not just a kid. With some training and practice, you can help us in our army!\u201d Jackson stood up tall. \u201cOK. What do I do?\u201d The king looked around before saying, \u201chelp us put the other king in checkmate of course. One move at a time.\u201d
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That was the end of chapter one. Come back tomorrow for new chapters to this amazing story. Check out our other posts! I am very excited to share this story with you today. We will continue this story with a new chapter every day! Search \u201cThe Black Knight\u201d for more of the Latest Chapters!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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On one particular night in January, a young man walked out of his house. Putt. Putt. Putt. Went his feet across the cobblestone path that surrounded his home. The man\u2019s name was not one you would really hear regularly. So, he preferred keep it a secret. But to his little town, he was known as the black knight. This man walked to the back of his house, where his horse, nightfrost, was waiting. He mounted his horse, putting his feet into the stirrups. Then, he and his horse sped away into the crisp night. at 7:30 am, Jackson woke up from his bed. He heard the sound of birds flying around in his yard. He rolled over, grabbed the windowsill, and pulled himself up. He looked outside. Today was Friday, the day Jackson also delivered the post. He slipped out of bed, Ran downstairs, put on his coat, and walked outside. It was cold and windy outside. It was also raining a little bit, but Jackson did not care about getting wet. In fact, he loved the rain. So, we went over to the post office to pick up the mail to deliver. On his way to the first stop, Jackson saw the shape of a black horse. The horse ran across the field in front of him, and leaped. Landing into Jackson\u2019s yard. When Jackson looked, he saw nothing at first. But then, a cloaked figure appeared, walking up and down the cobblestone path. The figure walked towards Jackson, urging him to come. Jackson followed. The man lifted Jackson onto his horse and they sped off into the woods. Jackson started to get tired, and he fell asleep. When he awoke, Jackson was sitting on the horse still. But when he looked down, the horse was different in a way. Not a real horse. More like one that resembles a knight on a chess board. He carefully slid off the horse. He turned around and saw a big Black figure standing in front of him. The figure was the man that brought him here. He motioned for Jackson to come. Jackson followed him into a tent. Inside the tent, was an elegant woman with black, velvet robes. The women spoke to Jackson. \u201c Hello fellow soldier. I knew you would come here eventually. We have lost one of our soldiers and needed someone to take his place.\u201d Jackson looked confused. \u201c I\u2019m not a soldier, I\u2019m just a kid.\u201d said Jackson softly. The woman stood up and said, \u201cyou may be only a kid, but we need you to help defend our kingdom. I am the queen.\u201d Jackson looked up at her and said, \u201c The queen?\u201d The queen smiled. \u201cYes. I am your queen, your mother.\u201d Jackson looked concerned. \u201cbut I already have a mother\u201d Said Jackson who, was very much confused. Then the Man that next to her spoke up, \u201c And I am your king, your father. Come, follow me my son, meet my servants.\u201d The king put his hand on Jackson\u2019s shoulder and they walked into a big room with a big table set in the middle. Jackson was wondering where the Man that brought Jackson her went to. He didn\u2019t he him here. Just then, Some one ran over, catching his breath. \u201cHello, new soldier! \u201c he said quickly. \u201c I am bishop number 1, but you can just call me Bish!\u201d He looks at Jackson. Jackson says, \u201c Oh, well I don\u2019t know what you all think about me, but I\u2019m no soldier. I can\u2019t fight in your army. I\u2019m just a kid.\u201d The king looks at Jackson and smiles. \u201c Yes, you are a kid. But not just a kid. With some training and practice, you can help us in our army!\u201d Jackson stood up tall. \u201cOK. What do I do?\u201d The king looked around before saying, \u201chelp us put the other king in checkmate of course. One move at a time.\u201d That was the end of chapter one. Come back tomorrow for new chapters to this amazing story. Check out our other posts! I am very excited to share this story with you today. 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