As I struggle through battle, fighting hundreds of knights due to the King wanting me dead so he can have your power that you granted to me.

I continue fighting, my enchanted sword you gave me holding on. I eventually fall breathless, seeing knights sworm at me. I accept my death, but then there’s silence.

As I open my eyes I see all the knights dead, and you surfacing back in the shadows.

“Suppose I owe you now.” I say chuckling as I get up.