Somewhere in New York, in a lethargic, unremarkable town, there lived a knight. He was the prize of his family, and gained a formidable reputation among his fellow denizens.
One day, in a fit of desperation, he became the adherent to a great Magnolia Tree, and so decided he should study Earth, and the manner of all things which lie below. He departed for a lonely land, where the plains shimmered in the wind; nurtured by a serpent from the gentle, stirring river. His resolve became like that of a great boulder, tangled within the roots of the Magnolia Tree.
His studies over, he returned home, and fell into the companionship of a plucky and elegant steed. Its coat was dark and murky, much like the depths which he held dear.
Alongside his new companion, there was no road too long, no trail too treacherous, no corner too blind. Under the vitreous shroud of the moon, in a midsummer heat, he embarked on yet another one of his suicidal patrols.