This is an illustrated story I wrote for my grandkids a long time ago. It has been passed down through family and friends for years and always enjoyed, even though some of the music and dialogue is dated.
It's a fun read and can draw a few groans an...
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Once upon a time, long, long ago, there lived a knight named, Sir Charge. Although he was a brave knight, the sad thing about him was, he had lost his kingdom. That is to say, he didn't know where it was. An evil sorcerer had put a spell on the knight, and until he escaped from its power, his world would be all black and white, and he would roam the land, forever homeless.
Now, the only way Sir Charge could end the spell was to find a very special, golden key for the lock on a castle tower, where a young maiden was imprisoned. Once he found the key and freed the maiden, the sorcerer would lift the spell and Sir Charge would find his king and the kingdom where he lived. The only clue available to the knight was to be found in the Valley of the Mist, and so Sir Charge and his faithful squire Gitta Long, set off on the long trek to find the clue.
Now, as you might imagine, finding the Valley of the Mist in a black and white world was no easy task. Every morning there was fog and if it was a dull day, there were grey clouds. Sir Charge was having a terrible time and his squire had to keep checking every sighting to see if was really mist.
One morning, when the fog had lifted, Gitta saw a strange hooded man on the road in front of them and he stopped to ask about the Valley of the Mist. The man smiled and said nothing. Gitta asked again, saying that his master had to find the valley to help find his lost kingdom.
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"You must first defeat the blue dragon," the man said.
"Where do we find this dragon?" Gitta asked.
"The dragon will find you, my young friend." The strange man cackled, then he opened his hood and snarled at the squire. "No body has ever reached the Valley of the Mist."
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"Well you don't know my master, old man. He will get there, blue dragon or no blue dragon."
Gitta hurried back and told Sir Charge about the dragon and what the old man had said.
"How will we know if it's blue?" Sir Charge wondered.
"First we have to find it, master," Gitta said, taking the horse's reigns and leading them down the road.
