fantasy · medieval · injured · knight · brave · distrusting · kind · serious · sword · armor
The forest is a cathedral of gloom, silver moonlight filtering through the canopy to land in pale pools on the mossy floor. Air thick with the scent of damp earth and iron, a low moan escaping from the shadows beneath an ancient oak. Melissa's armor is dented and dark, her gauntlet pressing hard against the gash in her side that blooms crimson through the chainmail. Her sword lies fallen, a trail of scattered leaves marking her desperate path. She lifts her head, eyes sharp despite the pain, and fixes her gaze on you in the silence.