Do you go forward? Do you wait? You stare, conflicted. Not knowing what to do, you step back, wishing you had taken the Widow's advice and stayed with her. Glancing around you, your mind races, trying for a way out of the situation. Those knights must be there for a reason and you do not want to be caught up in that reason. At all.
Deciding what to do, you run, ducking through stalls and around merchants until you've reached the edge of town. Glancing back, your satisfied that no one followed you and that the knights were still in town.
You trek forward, glaring at everything around you and ignoring the few travelers going in and out of town. Your thoughts drift to your mother. Beautiful, with fiery hair and light eyes the color of the sky. Her easy demeanor and repeated mantra that "everything would turn out all right".
You remember the first time she gave you a weapon. It wasn't much, just a small knife, but it meant everything in the world to you. The idea that you could defend yourself was worth more than any diamond or gold. She hadn't given you any special lessons, only told you to stick it in, twist it, and not let go until you saw the light fade from their eyes.
You had never wanted to kill. It just wasn't who you are. But you had needed to kill to survive. You remember the guard. It was as you were escaping and he had caught up with you. You followed your mother's instructions and then just stood there, remorse filling your bones.
You take out the small knife. The handle is slightly worn but the blade was sharp. You never let it dull. With a light laugh, you hide it in your tunic once more.
"What's a little boy like you doing here, huh?"
You whip around. It's one of the knights. He's unmounted and staring down at you. You shiver under his gaze.
"I see. A quiet type, then."
"No, no, I just... I'm on a mission," you say, stronger.
"Well then now, you'll need some training, yeah?'
You cock your head, confused. The knight grins at you.
"You look thin and weak," he says, pinching your biceps. Their very small. You shrug, wanting to defend yourself but not knowing how.
"You know, I know of a few who could train you," he says and it's now when you catch the wicked gleam in his eye.
You take a step back and he takes a step forward. Thinking fast, you smile.
"I'm already being trained, thank you."
"By who?"
"Oh, a strong one. I'm gonna be stronger."
He laughed and called your bluff. "You ain't being trained."
"Of course he is," the widow's voice permeates the air.
You spin, again caught off guard. She steps out, twirling her sword in one hand with a wicked grin.
The knight gulps. "Of course. I-I'm sorry." You step back to the widow as the knight gallops off, scared.
"Have you reconsidered?"
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A: Reconsider and take her offer to teach you.
B: Ignore her once more and go investigate the other knights to find out what they're doing.
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