Becoming a Knight

Becoming A Knight

I am hungry. I am tired. But here I am becoming a knight. I am scared. What if I fail the rest of the process? What if they don’t want me to become a knight? I have not eaten in 15 hours, still praying. I hear my armor clank together as I move over. I am worried that I will fail one of my missions. Soon at dawn I will admit all my sins. But I have to do this. I need to become a knight. I will be able to save people, I will bring justice. I feel scared, but still excited.

I want to speak in the ceremony but I’m not allowed. What would I say? Perhaps this: Thank You, I promise to bring justice, and save all in my path. Something like that. Another hour passes, or at least that’s what it felt like. My stomach grumbles. My eyelids heavy from sleepless hours. I keep on praying, I have to. I am determined.

I keep on praying. I am on the third step of becoming a knight. My throat is dry, and parched, I am very thirsty. I keep going, keep praying, keep trying. I’m restless, I move over, another clank.  Please God, help me become a knight. I can not wait for that moment when the king strikes me with the flat of his sword. The second he lifts it from my shoulder, I will be a knight. I think of that moment, it keeps me motivated to keep on going.