Once upon a spirited Halloween night, in a cobwebbed, forgotten corner of town, stood a gloomy, spell-bitten mansion. The townsfolk whispered peculiar tales of the mansion’s late owners, the eccentric Brewsters, who supposedly brewed outlandish potions, indulged in séances, and talked to mysteriously painted portraits, never aging a day or night.
Young trick-or-treaters, drenched in vibrant costumes, dared each other to step foot on the eerie porch of the Brewster mansion, merely for the wicked thrill. One brave knight, Jimmy, with courage as big as his age-seven heart, gulped down fears and stepped lightly on the creaky porch.
But rather than unearthly rattles and chilly drafts, a friendly gentleman greeted him — Mr. Brewster himself! Except, less ghastly and more.. sweet-toothed? Mr. Brewster handed him a candy, urging him to “unwrap the magic”.
With a skeptical heart wrapped in hope, Jimmy unwrapped the candy and, instantly, his knight armor gleamed brighter, his plastic sword felt steel-like. Walking home, Jimmy, our charming, candy-powered knight, became the unsuspecting hero, saving neighborhood cats from trees and helping old ladies cross the road.
In the hushed town of Bromley, the legend of the ‘Candy Knight’ was born.