Once upon a time,there lived this modern,temperate, Webosaur called Horns. He couldn't stand using his muscles and he always had a slogan in his brain:'Being Strong is being Perfect',he always thought in his head. So,today was special for him. For everyone. Because today was the Medieval Horns Day!. This day is to worship a brave Triceratops that defeated a Evil Magician and saved The Journal of Future. But Horns always wondered, What is the Journal of Future,and why is it so important? So,now you know Horns is confused with the journal,but not for long. Later that day,he went to the Forest Floor and went to play Shoo bug. But then while he was playing,he heard a sudden clang of swords tackling each other. CLANG CLANG! It kept clanging and clanging,he just couldn't stand it. He headed towards the sound of swords. And then,a sudden flash of light lighted,as Horns predicted,was weird. Then,I must admit,something very weird happened. Where the flash of light,and the clanging sound,had came from thick layer of trees that lead to a mysterious landscape. He went into the layers of trees,and this is where the weird thing happens. He hears a sudden neigh,and out comes a MEDIEVAL HORSE! He knew it was medieval,because it had a ridiculously big mask on it's face. He went deeper,deeper,and deeper into the layer of trees,and then,he came to a small,small village. The caves were all made out of hays and woods, And there were dozens of Knights lining up like cops,and there were bunch of castles too. Horns spoke,"Hey,uhh guys? don't you think this is too many decorations for the party? I know everyone like it,but..." "What do ye mean ye decorations?" a Stretch said "It's ye fine place as usual!" He said. " Uhhh,you know you have a very weird accent..." Horns said. "Oh don't think-o-boy! Ye all know that everyone has same accent!" The Stretch said. Suddenly,Horns thought,no,it's impossible,but what if i was true? What is he really time traveled?? He knew it shouldn't be possible but he asked,"What year is it today?" Horns asked to the Stretch. "It's 959. Wauts wrong,ye-boy?"