There was a garden up ahead. Or what was a garden anyways. You really needed a break as you’d been travelling quite a while so you went to go over to the bandstand in the centre when suddenly the sound of swords clashing and strained shouts echoed through the trees. A young boy emerges and along with two unidentifiable creatures. He seems to fight them quite well as he almost predicts their every move. Every part of you wants to go over but your brain doesn’t let you. Your breath hitched as you watched the fight come to an end. He falls to his knees as he clutches his side in agony. As you approach him. His guard was instantly raised as he grabbed his sword and held it up to you. His other hand still on his side. His eyes were hard with anger and fear. Silence. His grip remained strong. His clothes were royal colours and they were tattered and dirty.