The little boys mother kissed him goodnight,and embraced him in a warm hug,before switching off the lights.With the click of a switch,darkness soon befell the little boy's room,the kingdom he ruled with an iron fist,as king.

His toy soldiers lying below his fortress of cushioned silken matresses seemed to react to the darkness with alert, and a sheer sense of urgency to safeguard their king from would-be intruders.

Despite his honorable and steadfast comrades,the brave little king seemed to be insecure,and enticed with fear when enshrouded in darkness.He knew that once the click of the switch sounded,night would befall his paradise. And he found this darkness to be terribly sinister,Like a lunar eclipse or a solstice.

Huddled in his warm and safe castle,the little king pictured fearful images of dragons and gargoyles in the darkness,and then frightfully pulled himself away from his horrid hallucinations.

HE instinctively pulled his blanket over him,which was like a magical curtain shielding and fortifying the castles defense ,repelling any intruders.

Then, the boy cuddled his bolster and imagined it to be a weapon, like those holy swords the knights wielded in the stories of fantasies he read.Perhaps tonight,he should try wielding a different sword!The thought made him feel so much stronger,as he broke away from fear and unshackled himself from feeling insecure.

With burning excitement and unshakened courage coursing through the little king,he knew his kingdom would be able to sleep in peace if he had the help of a powerful weapon.

'au'some!Tonight i as king shall wield the blade caliburn!'he thought to himself as he hugged his bolster tightly,imagining it to be a gleaming and eleagant blade,so beautiful that it radiates an incinerating light that wards off evil.He grinned gleefully, contend with what his imagination could do.

Then,trying to speak the chivalrous tongue,the littleking imitated how the knights would speak, and exclaimed 'Thou shalt not cower in fear from the darkness!for i shall defend thy kingdom with valor and strength.Evil itself shall be scourged with this blade i hold tonight!' 'wow:D' the little king thought, as he was now full of himself having been able to utter such profound vocabulary.

Pleased and satisfied with his men, and his sword caliburn,which felt like cotton when touched by the king himself,he knew he had yet again defended his kingdom from the treacherous and terrible darkness.

Having found peace in mind,the little king sheathed his sword,and in a restful and tranquil state,he let the sands of sleep blisfully wash over him..ever so soothingly.transporting him to an utopia of DREAMS.



:D