A myth submitted to the site by Tirthajit Chatterjee (Tojo)
Mount Everest, Nepal
Every year the dark moon comes covered half by the stormy clouds and with it the spirit of the Black Knight returns.
That single day I was climbing one of the high cliffs of Mount Everest and I saw the black Knight at the edge of the cliff with his mighty horse leaping between the cliffs. He was trying to hit with his sharp sword , but luckily I dodged them because I was one of the top masters in karate . So I ran fast as I could and then I came to the end of the cliff and I was trapped .
I was going back as slowly as I can , then suddenly the end of the ledge broke and I nearly fell but luckily I just about held the edge of the cliff ,but I was not safe because the Black Knight was going to step on my hand and I was going to fall but, in middle of no where, the bright sun came out and then the Black Knight turned into ashes and blew away for ever.