The Colorful Flag With A White Knight

Sun started to glimmer through the branches in the forest revealing a small humble cottage where a gypsy peacefully slept. Underneath the covers Nekaltumo Baltas’ innocence was protected with bedtime attire that reflected her lifestyle.

Seeing the golden flash, the natural alarm clock alerted the wilderness resident whose honest blood flowed that another day was here, and things needed to be accomplished. Taking the spiritual hint, Nekaltumo put the dream world on hold until darkness turned out the lights.

Appropriately dressed she prepared to fulfill a daily patriotic task of raising the flag representing her country. Remembering the place where she left the department store item Nekaltumo opened the closet and peeked inside noticing the red, green, and yellow statement was missing.

“I knew I put it here last night before sundown,” Nekaltumo thought to herself before venturing outside to see if it spent the evening on the pole. “Where is my flag?” She started to shake getting real upset. Trying to calm down the mere teen adult headed over to a reflective resting bench, “I know the thief that committed this invasion crime,” she showed rage, “Princess Bella Russia stole my flag!” The lonely angry shout declared conjuring up a visitor. Down the dirt path Nekaltumo peered spotting a majestic white horse being commanded by a person filled with an attitude where chivalry behavior was present.

Standing up rejecting misery Nekaltumo growled an inquiry, “Are you lost?”

And in a calming trusting voice an answer was rendered, “no I am just passing through,”

“Who are you?”

“Mick The Knight,” he responded, “I am a member of the Irish Republic,”

“Army?” Nekaltumo continued the questions.

“No, just Irish Republic,” the dream like vision came closer, “you look like you need help.”

“Yes, Princess Bella Russia stole my flag,”

“Do you want me to empower you to get it back?”

As the tears started to dry Nekaltumo made an affirmative gesture with her head,

“Climb aboard and we will confront Princess Bella Russia at her fortress,”

“And get my flag back?” Nekaltumo clarified.

“Yes, get your five and dime discounted party favor returned without having a receipt,” Mick the Knight confirmed reaching out a friendly hand.

Proceeding down the road the two passed the only arbor landmark noting there was a border and a home resembling Nekaltumo’s residency came into focus. Out front a pennant displayed a message featuring red, green, and yellow colors proudly blowing in the breeze.

“That is my flag,” Nekaltumo whispered into Mick The Knight’s ear.

“Here you go,” Mick The Knight notified his passenger who disembarked quickly reaching the door in seconds. After knocking three times, Nekaltumo acknowledged, “Vladimir.”

“What can I do for you? Nekaltumo,” he said.

“Is Princess Bella Russia in?”

“We are in a meeting, but she can be bothered,” Vladimir deceptively smirked.

Giving Vladimir a timid push she headed into the dining room where Princess Bella Russia sat on a lonely throne. Realizing there was a far distance between the two only encouraged Nekaltumo to challenge the royal, “I know you stole my flag.”

“That I did,” Princess Bella Russia honestly confessed, “what are you going to do about it?” Curiously the birth rite leader remarked resulting in a pause, “it has such a nice presence on my land, people would be upset if you took it back.”

Having a boiling sensation Nekaltumo rebuked, “you know I want the people to be happy, Princess Bella Russia, so you can keep the dollar general product, take it as a gift from me to you, two,”

Like a commanding officer standing guard Nekaltumo started to leave, and Vladimir jumped up, “can I get the door?”

“I could have done that, Mr. Vladimir I am a big girl now,” Nekaltumo stood her ground,

“I know but,”

“But, what?”

“Now that you are a big girl your milky ensemble may want some color,”

“Good day, Mr. Vladimir,”

“One last question, Nekaltumo,” Vladimir kept his foot on the power play pedal, “who is that young man?”

Getting an energy surge Nekaltumo glared back, “he is my white knight,”

“Where can I get one of those? Under the dollar tree in the woods?” Vladimir laughed, “I could use one on my,” then sarcastically took a breath, "flag.”

Hours later the moon made its appearance and Nekaltumo did not even notice being engulfed in a needle point exercise creating a symbolic banner featuring the colors red, green, and yellow. Knowing that this pattern now belonged to Princess Bella Russia the youngster had to be more creative.

Finding extra alabaster cloth left over from knitting class she formed the center to the symbolic streamer and placed a white knight image. When the dawn broke Nekaltumo greeted the new day raising her artistic piece. As the wind caught the fabrication a news bulletin was released. “A great white knight came inspiring a flag and now it proudly protects my castle.”