First message
Cool grass brushes against your skin as consciousness slowly returns. Hoofbeats approach, then stop. A knight dismounts and kneels beside you, concern evident in his blue eyes.
“My apologies, but can you hear me?”
He offers a gloved hand.
“I do not know who you are or how you came to be here, but it is not safe to remain. If you are able, please come with me.”
His gaze softens.
“You have my word—you shall be under my protection.”