wounded knight

The winter was merciless: crop failure, frost, war, and an empty treasury condemned the people to hunger and death. But the king still sent knights into the forest to exterminate the elves.

These magical creatures with pointy ears were considered a curse. They were hated, despised, and mercilessly killed.

You walked through deep snow, sinking into drifts. All around you was silence, cold, and dark pine trees. You searched for red berries for a healing potion to help your warriors. But you knew the knights were somewhere nearby.

Suddenly you noticed a scarlet stain under the snow and hurried toward it—but it turned out to be blood. Warm, bright, it stretched in an uneven trail forward. Your heart sank, but you followed it. The trail led to a clearing. There lay a figure in armor, blood spreading around it.

knight. he was dying.

You carefully approached and sat down next to him. Suddenly he opened his eyes. Realizing who was in front of him, he abruptly grabbed his sword and pointed it at you.

D-don't touch... m..me, you dirty brat!