The Key of Keys

Once upon a time, in the country of Andora, a tyrranous king asked a keymaker to make him a special key that would open any lock in the world.
And at once, the Key maker set to work fashioning the key.
But once he had made the key, the craftsman started to worry about giving it to the king.
"Someone like the king who is only interested in power is sure to use the key for wicked purposes", he thought.
And so, when next he was presented to the king, he politely refused to give him the key.
When he did this however, the King, flying into a rage, ordered that the keymaker be locked up in a dungeon and sentenced him to be executed at the next cock crow.
Fortunately, the Keymaker had hidden his special key within his shoe and, because it could open any lock in the world, so he used it to unlock the manacles around his ankles and then he used it to unlock the door of his cell.
And after that, because he needed an army to escape from the kings castle, he went about all the cells in the kings dungeons, freeing all the kings prisoners, 300 of them to be exact, and unlocking the kings armoury, he gave them all weapons so that, fighting against the castle guards they were able to escape.
Then, because there was nowhere else for them to go, they fled into the forest and hid in an old cave.
But the king was so angry that he ordered that his entire army should be sent into the forest to kill the escaped prisoners.
"Kill all but the keymaker", he said, "I want him brought to my castle alive so that I can get my hands upon that key, then I myself will execute him".
And when the kings army came marching through the forest, the escaped prisoners, terrified, were sure that they would all be killed.
"There are ten thousand of them", said one of those who had fled the kings dungeons to the keymaker, "We are only three hundred. What hope do we have?".
But then, while the Keymaker was searching the old cave they were hiding in he came upon an ancient locked box.
The lock upon it was rusty as if it hadn't been opened in centuries but then the keymaker tried his special key in the lock and immediately it sprang open and out of the box leapt a knight in armour upon a white horse.
He explained to the keymaker that he was an unstoppable, immortal Tin warrior, as strong as an army and with a horse as fast as the wind but that he had tried to vanquish an evil witch who, because she couldn't kill the unstoppable warrior, had instead locked he and his horse in a magic box where they had been trapped for centuries.
"Into my box she said and I and my poor horse were sucked into it but now that you have freed us", he said, bowing to the keymaker, "We are forever in your debt".
So then the Keymaker told the Immortal Tin Warrior about the army of ten thousand that were marching towards them.
"Ten thousand", said the warrior, casually, "Is that all? Thats no problem for me".
The keymaker thought the warrior was simply being boastful but then, getting onto his horse that was called Tornado, he tugged once upon the horses reigns and it whirled round as fast as a whirlwind; then, riding upon the whirlwind the Immortal Tin warrior flew out of the cave and dancing about the forest upon his horse and slashing with his blade as quick as lightning, he cut down each and every soldier in the army of the wicked king as if he were mowing down blades of grass.
Then, with the kings army defeated, the keymaker and the other escaped prisoners returned to the kings castle hoping that, with the immortal warriors help, they could deafeat the king.
But the King had one last trick up his sleeve, for he had a magic mirror that showed a persons deepest darkest  fear and, breaking it, he released the monster that lived inside it; a monster so powerful that it could become whatever a person feared most in all the world.
It rose up from the shards as smoke does from the flames of a fire, then as a thick cloud of black smoke, blowing upon the wind, it blew out of the kings chamber and, snaking through all the rooms of his castle, came out through a key hole in the castle gates.
 Then, because the keymaker feared spiders, reading his mind, at first it became a giant spider crawling towards he and his little band.
But then, it read another mans mind and became a giant firebreathing dragon because that was what he feared most, then because another man feared ogres, it became a giant ogre with a spiky club, growling and snarling.
As the monster was getting very near to them however, it read the mind of the Immortal Tin Warrior who was most of afraid of little white mice and, to scare him, it turned itself into a little squeaking rodent with a twitching nose and a long pink tail.
Shrieking and quaking with fear the Immortal Tin Warrior hid behind the key maker but then, quick as a flash and, before the monster could change again, the keymaker picked up the mouse and locked it in the old box from which he had freed the knight and his horse and because the box was a magic one, no matter what shape the monster took, roaring dragon or giant ogre, it could not get out again
Now, with out an army or a weapon left to defend him, the wicked king was forced to surrender and, after they had locked him within his own dungeon, the people of Andora rejoiced at being free from the Tyrant king and hailed the keymaker as a valiant hero.