THE LITTLE KNIGHT       The following content – up until the very end, is a dream.   [DO NOT METAGAME]     A light breeze fell upon the Karoswood, batting gently at the trees, and branches wafted in the wind. With the swift strike of a sword, a long limb of an oak tree fell to the grass. It was cold, the autumn breeze relentless at times, rarely would an unprepared man willingly embark into such a place. The Knight, however,—who stomped past the