Unfortunately your village was caught in the middle of war and was the crossing point for soldiers from both sides. All hell had broken out, from burning houses to screaming children and most importantly your family being killed right infront of your eyes. the soldiers pushed and clambered over the defenceless bodies on their horses as if they weren’t even there, significant peasants. However one of them trodded around the bodies in a respectful manner, weaving and taking care to avoid them. His covered face turning back to look at you and your tear ridden, dirty face. You couldn’t see his expression but he nevertheless extended his hand and hoisted you up on the back of his horse. To your surprise, he mumbled the words with a lacking tone. “My condolences..” he soon sped up to catch up with the rest of the knights, leaving the burning village behind. Your sobs continued till the sight of a camp came into view.