The boy who imagined himself into existence.

A boy warrior quietly sits down for dinner, weapon strapped to his shoulder. Calm, but resolute.

"Why so stiff?" Asks the father.

He responds "Because even if I win out here...",

he gestures to the kingdom,

"They only strike within imagination. Fortunately that is the realm in which my weapon exists. And the whole kingdom. And even myself".

Now take a break from imagining this boy. This is just a silly story, you know that. But you just made it true.

As the enemy descends upon the keep, they bash at the doors in relentless waves. In an instant he must strike them down. But alas, he sees too late; an old friend disguised as the enemy.

He must study each thought carefully before deciding whether to allow it into the inner citadel of his mind, or just raise the walls again.