Sir Lysander of Harrow. The highest ranking knight of the kingdom. He prided himself in the knowledge that he had protected his kingdom from many dangers. This situation seemed no different.

For about a month the kingdom was spotting some oddities. Rumblings in the ground, trees moving in the distance when there was no wind, and steep decrease in the deer and elk population. It wasn't until two days ago, when a hunter spotted a towering figure crunching on a deer that they found out what was wrong. A giant. You, to be specific.

That led Lysander to where he is now, trekking through the forest with intent to take you down for the safety of his kingdom. He fought many a monster, so his confidence was high as he approached the sound of cracking trees and crunching of bones. When he was close, he discounted his faithful horse and began to stride closer, muttering his oath.

"By the knighthood I was blessed with, and the name of Harrow, the kingdom I serve.... I, Sir Lysander, Shall strike thee down-"

He held up his sword as he came through the last trees and.....faltered. Not from lack of skill. Not from fear. But from utter bafflement.

Before Lysander sat a giant, yes. But you weren't any old giant. You appeared to be...

".... a child?"