It is the year 1415. Just after the famous Battle of Agincourt in the Hundred Years' War, as an English knight was polishing and repairing his armor for the next conflict, strange lights appeared in the sky. "It is the Lord, calling me to Heaven at last," he thought. He soon found himself encased in a beam of this light, traveling upward. "Yes, yes!" he continued to say. Little did he know what lay in store for him.
He was brought to a strange place made of metal, with peculiar creatures that looked like men with large eyes surrounding him.
"What manner of place is this? Is this Heaven?" he asked.
A voice inside his head responded.
"Nay, what is this 'Heaven' you humans continuously speak of?"
One creature blinked at him, indicating that the message was coming from it.
"My Lord, what is going on here?" the knight began to panic. "I must be in Hell. What have I done to deserve such a cruel fate?"
The creature continued.
"Do not be alarmed, we mean you no harm. You are not in this 'Hell' either. You are on our transport, being taken to our home. We have been observing you for some time, and have enjoyed some of your customs to the point of adopting them for ourselves, especially one you call 'sport'. We have noticed that you are quite adept in this particular custom."
The knight replied, "Why, yes, I have been the proud victor of many a tournament in my time, I suppose."
The creature continued on. "You have been given an opportunity for more glory than you would ever receive on your own world. We are transporting you to our own world, where you will participate in 'sport' for our amusement. Should you continue to be adept, we will shower you with untold wealth and praise. The price for losing, however, is what you know to be 'death'."
The knight did not seem too fazed. "Such is often the price of many a competitor in the tournament in England. It is quite dangerous, but victory is well worth the risk."
"We are glad to hear you say that," the creature said as it helped the knight up from his seat, leading him to another room, which seemed to look quite a bit like an ostrich stable. "These shall be your mounts. Please choose one for yourself. We hand-selected the finest from Africa and bred the ability to fly into them."
"These can FLY?" the knight was shocked.
"Yes. We have modified the rules of 'sport' from what you are originally used to. You must fly higher than your opponent on this ostrich in order to defeat him."
"But I have never ridden an ostrich before, much less flown! That's just impossible!" the knight stammered.
"That is just something you will have to learn quickly if you wish to survive," the creature said. "We have arrived at our destination. Please quickly choose your ostrich and proceed to follow me to the arena."
The knight chose a hardy, dependable bird and walked out of the spaceship to a large stone room with platforms. This was not so surprising as the large crowd cheering him on, all looking very similar to the creature before him. Another creature quickly opened the visor on the knight's helmet and inserted a small contraption onto the inside-top of the helmet.
"A translator," the creature said.
Soon he heard the announcement from somewhere he did not recognize.
"Hear ye, hear ye, all who gather. For it is time for the next grand tournament to begin!"
The crowd went wild, almost deafening the knight through the translator's speaker. He began to pray vigorously in his mind, for he knew yet did not know what he was about to face. Luckily, the first event seemed to be his best.
It was time to ride.
It was time to fly.
It was time... to [HEADING=1]JOUST![/HEADING]