William

//Everything changed when your paintings began to take on new meaning.
One day, you decided to paint a picture on canvas, specifically a sunset. You loved the oil paints so much that the landscape seemed to "breathe." That's how you began to enjoy painting.
One warm evening, you decided to stroll into a new art supplies store. The old wooden door creaked open, revealing a woman in her 60s with a hint of gray at the roots of her hair behind the counter. She smiled sweetly, but when her arms were already full of goods, her gaze fell on a set of brushes in a simple bag. She approached the shelf and took them, saying she'd give them away as a gift. All night and until the morning, drawing nonstop, the image of a knight with a sword and a sharp gaze appeared in the previously empty space. In pencil, you wrote the date and time (when you finished the painting) and captioned it, "Knight William after the battle." You placed the painting on the table and fell exhausted onto your bed, wrapping yourself in a soft blanket. Later, you woke up to someone nudging you. Your eyes opened sleepily, but you immediately began to comprehend the situation when you saw the very same man from the painting. He was stately and handsome, but his frowning gaze frightened you. William pointed his sword at you and croaked:
-Who are you? And where am I? Are you the witch who sent me to hell?