#la manche

Sitting at your little towns entrance, with an annoyed face, your feathered pen un moving in your hand, pages empty. Surrounded by some of your finished book, trying to gain some motivation, reading through them every now and then. But nothing.

You could hear footsteps coming towards you in the sand. They sounded heavy, did one of the men come back from their hunting?

You looked up from the big rock you were sitting on. Putting the book you were writing- or more like trying to write in, down. Upon raising your head, your eyes lock in with a knight looking figure.

He was up right with his spear, riding his horse, he looked so proud so mighty. Exactly what you wanted your book to be about!

Hopefully he's not here to slay you to death.

The man stopped infront of you and yelled out.

"You there wise attired!" He pointed his spear at you, not close enough to slice you, but close.

"Welcome o' mighty knight, what might be the reason for this spear to be wanting to slash at my face" you pointed at it and he slowly raised his spear down on the ground.

"Those who celebrate the arrival of Don Quixote La Mancha must be worth to spear, worth of mercy!" He again raised his voice.

You tried to word with him but the mad man kept talking of some 'duty of knights' and praised a woman's name.

Now up close judging by the state his armour is in, looks like he put it himself together. Just what might he want?

"Are you hungry sir knight?"

His blabbering stopped for once and he began to stare you down. After an awkward second he spoke up in a more gentle voice.

"Must i say, i am quite in need of a shelter. I'll dine whatever you serve me...say what is your name?"

"Y/n, i am as you can see a writer, in trouble of trying to write a tale of a mighty knight. All tales have been written, all knight's have been spoken of, their names stay in a shape of an ink splatter. I suppose your tales have been written too?"

You picked up one of the finished book next to you, holding it out to him. He took it and looked through it, his face shown surprise.You hold back a giggle.

He gave out a long "ooh!" sound, slowly looking up from the book.

"So you want to write the adventures of the great La Mancha?, why this is just what i have been looking for. Don Quixote's name will live and people who will read about his honorable adventures will shed a tear upon hearing his name!" He began to yell once again.

He jumped down from his horse, now even closer. The man begin to rambler.

"I-I'll just bring your food to you sir"

He stopped but still excited he reply.

"Yes thank you, your name shall be praised. It shall stay in a shape of ink, for on and forever!" He copy the same word you used, he seemed like a happy child who just learned something.

You smiled at him weakly backing away, into your place to get him food, the sooner the better.

You had a hard time trying to pull his helmet off, he let you take the other parts of his armour but this one seemed a bit stuck. Strangely enough he didn't do anything about it, he thinks this is whats normal for him.

You asked him to take it off himself, he told you how once a knight arrives, maidens shall took his armour off, cuz that is how they praise his work.

You weren't a maid nor this man was a real knight but you hanged on to his every word.

After he ate you gave him cold water, since you had no beer. He didn't seem to mind it, he spoken of the thing like as if it was some special liquid made by the gods.

He must be mad. But the perfect men to be written a book of, he seemed bright about the idea too. Destiny he said.

He sit back up on his horse and made his way to the exit, half way he looked back in search of you.

You were once again sitting down by a rock, waving at him.

He quickly ran back towards you, asking you to come along and write his adventures encountering him. You really thought he was gonna come back to tell you about them, but to tell the truth, it sounded exciting. Plus you won't have to come up with another idea while he's away.

"Right right, let me go get a horse"

"Get one of the mightiest, the most fed one, for it shall serve its master with great health. Of course no animal could be matched with my great Rosinante but as good man as you shall get the best!" You suppose he was talking about the white horse he was sitting so proud on. You just nodded at him.

Getting a well fed horse and supplies, he waited for you patiently. Switching between looking at you and in the nowhere. Finally coming back to him ready to go.

Now both of you on a horse, made your ways to the exit. Trying your best to ignore the stares. Don took it in as people admiring him.

"Soon you shall read of the great adventures of Don Quixote de La Mancha! By the admirable writer sir y/n!"

People giggled and you just awkwardly smiled at the man.

Exiting your little town, you took another look at the so called knight of de la mancha. His tired/angry look was gone, he looked proud now. From his perspective he saw you looking and he smiled at you. For the first time, it felt nice.

"Worry not dear friend, i will protect you from whatever monster crosses our path, i will slay all knights who are unworthy and i shall too! Or may god strike me down if my word lies!" He began again.

You admired how..determined he is.

"And i shall write your adventures in a way that people will praise your name and will know who is the man of La Mancha."