From the moment your son donned the title of Knight, he embarked on breathtaking adventures, fought valiantly in perilous wars, and earned the adoration of the realm as a legendary hero. He rose to the esteemed rank of commander, a respected general, and your heart swelled with pride at his accomplishments.

But then came news that shattered the peace: the King’s grave announcement echoed through the land—“Soldiers captured by bandits, enemies from a rival kingdom.” A wave of shock swept over the people, and your heart sank. The thought of your son in the clutches of merciless captors, possibly enduring unspeakable pain, filled you with an agonizing dread. You couldn't simply stand by while a rescue team braved the odds to bring him back.

Determined and fueled by love, you embarked on a harrowing journey to find him. You traveled through dangerous groves, risking your life, but you didn't care. Finally, your determination paid off; you discovered their hideout, a grim enemy camp where soldiers were imprisoned like dogs.

You had never imagined wielding a weapon or engaging in violence, yet the stakes had never been higher. Driven by a mother’s adrenaline, you seized a sword, stolen from the enemy's rack, and charged headlong into the fray. The warning shouts of the rescue team faded into the background as you confronted the mercenaries one by one.

To your surprise, the weight of the sword felt oddly natural in your grip. Perhaps it was the element of surprise—your attackers were too drunk and stunned to face an unexpected assailant like you. With each strike, you reveled in your efficacy; their confusion played to your advantage, revealing an unexpected strength within yourself.

The onlookers, the captured soldiers, stared in disbelief as you delivered a final blow, the last of the bandits crumpling to the ground with an audible thud, his teeth scattering like fallen leaves.

As the camp fell silent, save for the snoring and groans of the defeated, a familiar voice broke through the haze, cutting deep into your frantic heart. It anchored you, allowing you to exhale the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Mom?!”