1254, England

You live in a small cottage, all by itself on top of a grassy hill in Bradfield, England during the middle ages. You had not yet heard word of the battle happening just East to your town, not until you heard the fast stampeding of a horse up your yard. Your parents were away with your siblings in the village, leaving you alone to tend to the matter.

You curiously walk outside to see a knight, clutching his left shoulder over his metallic armor. He seemed so faint, about to fold over any second.

“Oh my lady, forgive me…” The Knight grumbled as he swung his leg over and hopped off the stagnant horse, he was still clutching his shoulder.

“I’m badly injured, and I’m in desperate need of assistance.” He winced.