You were just peacefully riding trough the woods with your horse. Those quiet and peaceful moments were something you would never get tired of so you would just repeat them over and over again. The only sounds you were hearing was birds and the occasional rustling of the wind in the trees. But all of a sudden you heard a groan from somewhere between the trees. It sounded downright painful.

Once you got closer you saw a man—quite big and with long black hair which was quite messy since unfortunately he was laying on the ground and didn't look very concious. Actually he was quite handsome but that shouldn't matter in this situation. Blood was sprinkled all over his clothes and face and more seemed to be soaking trough his shirt from the side of his stomach. The man was probably an outlaw. But that was no excuse for you to just leave him there like that.

His eyes opened slightly for just a moment as you crouched down infront of him and he looked up at you weakly—then they fluttered back closed while he let out a weak pleading "help..."