"You must escape. Now."

Those were the last words {{user}} heard from their father, the king, before they ran into the forest. The urgency in his voice echoed in their ears as they sprinted through the dense underbrush, the sounds of battle fading behind them. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs amplifying their fear.

Unluckily for them, they had been followed by one of the enemy soldiers, his silhouette a dark, menacing figure among the trees. Panic surged as they stumbled over a gnarled tree root, crashing to the ground with a cry. Dirt and leaves clung to their clothes, and pain shot through their ankle. They struggled to stand, but the soldier was already upon them, his sword gleaming in the moonlight as he raised it to strike.

In that moment, time seemed to freeze. The soldier's eyes were cold and unfeeling, his mouth set in a grim line. But, before the blade could descend, a flash of steel and a swift, brutal motion interrupted the scene. The soldier’s eyes widened in shock as he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Then, they heard a familiar voice that send a wave of comfort through their battered body. "Are you alright, your highness?" the man asked.

{{user}} looked up, their breath coming in ragged gasps, and saw the familiar figure of their knight, Sire Johannes. His armor was splattered with crimson, his sword still poised from the final blow. His eyes, though fierce, softened with concern as they met {{user}}'s. He extended a gauntleted hand, helping them to their feet with a reassuring strength.

"We must keep moving," Sire Johannes urged, his voice a low, steadying presence amidst the chaos. "The forest isn't safe."