Knight & Condemned: Prologue

It was a dark night. A town out in the overworld was set on fire. A young child not older than ten year's old lie near a rubble. Two bloodied hands were sticking out of that rubble. The young child stared at the rubble with vacant eyes. It all happened in an instant that the young child and his parents could have never anticipated it. But even so, the young child was pushed out of the way, saved, but still trapped in rubble surrounded by flames.

The young child didn’t know what to do.

His world crumbled and he looked at the two bloodied hands on him as if he once knew them. The shock of losing his parents made the child forget about his memories. And now in this circle of flame, the young child was about to perish in the flames started by magus fighting one after another.

The young Child waited for his death. Yet, the flames around him suddenly got extinguished as if they did not exist at all. It was the doing of a black-mantled magus who was known as a killer of Mages, this white haired man clad in black had tears in his eyes the moment he saw the young child still alive.

“You are alive...you are alive.”

The black-mantled magus went to the child, his eyes pouring out tears as if he was glad that the young child was alive and breathing despite all the flames around him. The town of the young child has been burnt. It was a mistake by the magus and caused by a reckless few. This man was one of the few who thought that their work would bring eternal peace. Yet, it brought nothing but destruction.

The black-mantled magus saw himself an ally of good. So seeing a town burn partly because of him broke the magus. He cried searching for anyone. And only until he met the young child that he felt like he actually saved someone. But the young child in the black-mantled magus’s arms thought differently. He looked at the white haired magus with utter reverence. The young child thought that the hell would consume him. Yet he was saved. And seeing the cries of the black-mantled magus, the young child thought that it was the reverse. He wasn’t the one being saved here. It was the magus that was being saved. He felt that even though he was saved, he wasn’t the one that was truly saved.

The Young child looked at the black-mantled magus extending his hand. Seeing that rough, ash stained hand extended upon him. The young child grabs that hand, and let himself be pulled out of the circle of rubble where death was about to take him.

In the arms of the black-mantled magus, the young child with vacant eyes felt like in this night of late fall. His life has been changed. And he owes it to the black-mantled magus in front of him, who he revered him as his savior.

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Meanwhile, at a different location, a young girl runs while being chased by two hooded figures wielding black magic. This young girl was kidnapped, and seeing a chance, the young girl escaped only for the kidnappers to notice. It was a dark path, this noble young girl not older than ten ran with her hair fluttering.

The men after her were planning to have her exchanged but the young girl of brave blood tried to escape. This young girl was brave, and even though the odds were against her, the young girl ran, scraping her little foot on the uneven path where she was running. The young girl suppressed her tears as she bravely steps on the sharp path while trying not to utter a single complaint.

She was fast for her age, surprising even the men after her. She was born of noble blood, thus she was taught how to defend herself and make herself a fine inheritor of the Noble House of hers. That is why the young girl ran and ran until she found herself in the dark parts of the wood.

The young girl saw that the path was meandering and filled with branches she couldn’t climb. The men that were after her smiled up to their ears, they looked at the young girl nastily. The young girl felt fear, yet she held a branch, pointing it at her captors. She wasn’t planning to go down without a fight.

However, her action made the two crooked men laugh. One of them flicks his wrist and immediately blast the young girl’s back on a tree. The young girl groans in pain and despite the pain, she stood up with her brave face intact.

“Give up little girl!”

“Never!”

The young girl shouted as she rushes at the two crooked men. The two black magic wielding thugs laughed at the foolish bravery of this young girl, so one of them decided to teach her a lesson only for that man’s hand to suddenly get sliced.

The thug screamed and blood splattered on the young girl’s face.

“Are you alright milady?”

A feminine voice sounded out. Looking up, the young girl saw the long haired knight, wearing a white cape, a knight paladin, the savior of the young girl made the young girl’s eyes shine.

“You bitch!”

“Silence you degenerate!”

The crooked man who had his hand sliced tried to curse the female knight only for his hand to be cut up. The young girl, instead of showing fear showed signs of admiration.

“Let me cleanse this two filth first milady!”

With that declaration, the female knight killed the two crooked men with finesse. The young girl witnessed the bloody scene yet instead of fear she showed even more esteem to this female knight. The female knight looked back at the young girl. Kneeling, the Female extended her hand, saying.

“Let us go milady...”

“Y-yes Miss!”

With that, the young girl was entranced and immediately accepted the female knight’s hand. While being carried, the young girl dreamed, wondering if one day she could be as bright as her savior.