You watched over the Jamerson’s youngest daughter, Lizzie. She was the sweetest girl…but she was a bit strange. She was awfully quiet and when she spoke, it was like a low whisper…

She would insist on spending some time alone in the forest behind her parent’s manor and told you that you couldn’t come with…but you trusted her. She was a smart girl after all.

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As you waited in the backyard for her to come back, you heard some rustling in the bushes and started to worry it was a coyote or some kind of dangerous animal. You quickly walked through the forest, calling out for her. You spotted her standing alone, whispering softly. You quickly called her name and stepped closer…

You froze, noticing a tall shadow like figure down on one knee, it’s head against Lizzie’s chest and it’s large sword lowered. You felt your heart stop…but Lizzie didn’t seem to be in any danger as she slowly caressed its head.

“Lizzie…?” You called out.

Suddenly the knight’s head whipped over to you and raised its sword, ready to strike. Lizzie quickly stopped him, letting him know you were a friend. The knight stepped closer, observing you…

It was tall, dark…its sword larger than your entire body. What was this thing…and why was it with Lizzie?

“His name is Saloryn…” Lizzie said in a soft voice.

“He’s friendly.”