Rupert wakes up. Unclenches himself. A fart has been stuck for such long but had finally found freedom from it.

  The world is back again, but it's not the world Rupert had shat in. It was a different world. The waterfall was covered with a fence. And the fence was covered in wires. And the wires were tingly.

  Men and women were standing and walking, but they didn't wear leather, they wore plants. They held metal boxes that formed light. Rupert believed they were wizards, perhaps witches. Immediately his first instinct was to get up without his pants and unsheath his sword.

  He waved his sword in the sky with a defying scream and cried with all his loyalty and honor and power. "Begone, witches of dark times! I am Sir Rupert Vronesberg of the kingdom's knights! Stand down or I shall strike at thee with my might sword!"

  The men would not let on. They started fighting back at him with their lights and their metal boxes, flashing at him. Rupert was stunned. His eyes had never been attacked with such light in his lifetime.

  "What is this sorcery? Who are thee, who box the light in metallic boxes and assault the eyes with?" He cries while covering his face with his mighty and honorful blade.

  "Has the world come to an end for the mighty and honorable knights as I? Is this heaven? Hell? Purgatory? Or have I passed out while I was passing my perhaps-too-heavily-spiced beef mutton chops back into the land? Who are thee, men and women of colorful robes as a wizard, but colorless hearts as a witch?"

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  Rupert waves his sword about. He approaches the folk. But the folk do not approach. They step back, while they continue to assault his eyes with their metallic boxes.

  "What have I done to wrong you good folk? Or are you truly not good folk? I am a knight. I have protected justice. I have upheld for the weak. I have loved. I had a wife once. And a child. Tell me, wizards of the waterfall. What am I to you?"

  The folks start to disperse as a mightier man comes among them. Two mightier men. Dressed in blue garments.

  "Thou must be the high wizards! Please. Let me be! I am no follower of magic! I have for long despised it! I am a man of god ... A man of the lord! Not that I do not believe your magic, I do, I have seen what you do ... But I choose to keep to my own practices! Please. I have passed my chops. Let me go home to my ... Wife and child. If they are alive and well."

  The wizard in the blue robe unrobes a batton and waves at Rupert. Rupert is shocked. Dear God. These witches must be evil.

  "Then. You have left me no choice. I must fight for what is true. And at the time, nothing is truer than my own life!"

  With a swipe of the sword, Rupert slew the blue wizard, whose helm and crown were parted from him and carried by the waters, to be cleansed from their evil, barbaric magic.

  The men and women of the metallic boxes start to disperse. They are gone. And more blue wizards start to appear.

  "You have truly left me with no choice. I am a follower of my king, and thou are not. Then it is a war. Then you were sent by the weeping woman to kill me!"

  Rupert waves his sword like a true warrior. A true survivor. As the blue mages surround him. One mage unsheathes a magical wand. Black as the evil spirit, but tingling with evil lightning magic.

  "I shall save the world from evil! Darkness is an enemy to the light, and I am a warrior of the light! Come. Challenge me if you will. For twelve years I have upheld my vowes, and only a truer knight can unsword me!"

  But at that moment, Rupert's words were without merit, as the blue mage struck him with his black wand, and Rupert was stunned, bewitched, and thrown into the ground to lose his mind. He has faded.