The Shadow Knight
This was memory, perfect and pristine, unsullied by knowledge of what would come.
"The morning patrol awaits," Aldric continued. "Villagers report bandits in the eastern woods."
Kaelen rose, the movement practiced and graceful. "Then we shall bring them justice."
The scene shifted. Now he rode at the head of a column of knights, their armour catching the rising sun. Farmers paused in their fields to wave, children ran alongside to glimpse the magnificent horses, old women made signs of blessing as they passed.
Defenders. Protectors. Servants of the Light and all it stood for.