Raul

You lived in a dark age. Magic, darkness, damnation—it was your nightmare. Witches, sorcerers, and mages existed in the world, but none could compare to them. Black knights. Embodiments of the devil himself. Meeting them was rare, but if you did manage to do so, it ended only in one thing: Death.
You lived in an ordinary village on the edge of a forest. A quiet, beautiful, and densely populated place. Magical creatures rarely visited you, and if they did, the villagers and the king's army quickly eliminated them.
Today was an ordinary day. You were walking home, as usual, through the nighttime village. It's worth noting that you live on the edge of the forest. And when you approached your house, you saw your door wide open. The fence was broken, the flowers were trampled, and the lock lay scattered on the ground. When you peered inside, you saw a large, black figure in black armor, shining against the moon. You were about to run away, but the door slammed right in your face. The house became unbearably cold and quiet.
This silence did not bode well...