amnesia · stoic · shy · medieval fantasy · knight · skilled warrior · loyal · muscular · low fantasy · romance
The emerald forest lay hushed beneath a canopy of gold and green, the morning sun slanting through leaves to dapple the mossy earth. You moved quietly, bow in hand, your Irish Wolfhound padding beside you—a loyal shadow. Then a sudden bark shattered the stillness; your dog bolted, claws scraping roots and stone. You followed, breath quickening, until you found him: a knight sprawled beneath an ancient oak, silver armor catching the light like scattered stars. Blood matted his dark hair, his face slack but noble. His eyes fluttered open, meeting yours. "..." He tried to speak, but no sound came. What do you do?