Tackle the future

There he stood, the fierce knight, lance in hand, looking out over the lands before him. What would it bring him, should he enter it? It was murky, he couldn't discern much, no more than his immediate surroundings. His trusty steed waited patiently in the shadow of the forest they had just travelled through and shook its head.

In all probability the knight was thinking: "oh well. Whatever the future has in store... let's make it up as we go along". He mounted his steed and spurned it on. "I lead the charge" he muttered grimly and with a wry smile on his face. In his mind's eye his bold predecessors rode past: Ferguut, Beowulf, Heracles, Gilgamesh, Siegfried. Heroic as they may have been, none of them had dare undertake what the fierce knight of whom we are speaking now had set himself to do: face an uncertain future. For them there had always been a monster, be it dragon or giant or ravenous ogre, or a war to go to but the fierce knight of whom we are speaking now had none of these. He lived in a time where these terrors had been explained away or exterminated. And so he had taken upon himself the greatest task of all times, different for each person but always ominous, fear-inspiring and unoverseeable. Many would not dare it, they fled into the safe predictability of a regular life but not so our fierce knight; he refused to let himself be bullied by one whose extraordinary power he did not know, let alone had tested.

 Out of the impenetrable darkness the first horror crept upon him: the Urge to Write. He rendered the beast harmless in a gruesome battle that cost friend and foe - foe more than friend of course - unmeasurable quantities of blood sweat and tears. When he gazed upon the monster, a tingly feeling crept up in his fingers and his nerve caused him to almost let his lance slip from his hands. This in a way kind of restored his agility and tightly gripping his sword he brought destroying blows down on the vile creature. It whirled its way around our knight, tried to get him in its grip and choke him, but it had to give up the battle when the fierce knight emerged unwilling to let himself be defeated. When the Urge to Write was gone