Chapter I- The Shining Armor of a Certain Knight
Patronus is a specialized organization that was born to handle the individual organizations that threaten America. Based in Washington D.C’s Washington Monument, Patronus is an organization from the United States’ ‘dark side’. The ultimate leadership of Patronus’ functions goes to the Vice President of the United States, and the Senate and House of Representative have more or less minimal influence on decisions made. Patronus is filled with specialized workers, such as researchers, scientists, hackers, informants, and so on. But what makes Patronus an especially unique organization are the field agents, called Vigilo. The Vigilo are a mix of military soldiers and detectives, trained to fulfill the main duty of Patronus; handling, dealing, and even destroying external organizations. The Vigilo are people who are especially talented and are usually trained from a young age, given ranks depending on their ability. Recently, there is a new phenomenon where human beings are born with a special potential to be put under a special hypnosis that gives them special ability. At first labeled as occult, this allows people to overcome their restraints as a human. But so far, the only way this can be done to be comprehended by scientists is to relate the abilities as interpretations of various stories. Much of Patronus’ Vigilo are made up of these special people, called einherjar. Organizations all over the world are researching the strange ability people are born with, and America is one of the leading groups.
Nobody knows what the sudden appearance of these abilities mean. What is the true nature of the interpretation of stories? Is it the work of the devil or the blessing of an angel? Where did they come from and, more importantly, why now? These questions ring through the minds of many scientists and politicians on the ‘dark side’ of the world.
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Cicero Kalifa coughed violently as he sat on his throne like seat in a dimly lit room. He sat behind a desk with several papers strewn across it and the majority of the light illuminating the room came from the cracks between the blinds of the window behind him. Several men in suits stood before him on the other side of the desk with firm expressions on their faces. One of these men moved forward as Cicero coughed, but Cicero waved one hand dismissively to stop him.
“I’m fine.” He assured briskly. “More importantly, are the preparations done?”
“More or less.” One of the men nodded. “Things will be set in a few more hours. The major details have already been dealt with.”
“Excellent.” Cicero sighed deeply. “I’m honestly getting too old for this, you know. I certainly hope I last through the ceremony.”
“You needn’t worry.” The man grinned so widely, no one else in the room believed it for a second. “By time the ceremony is over, there will be a suitable heir to inherit your spot, so everything will work out just fine.”
“Hmph.” Cicero simply snorted in response. “What about our request? Did they respond yet?”
“Yes. The Vigilo we requested is already on his way.”
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Lloyd Hamilton yawned widely as he set done the large sandwich in his hands back in its wrapping. A few of the people nearby glanced at him but looked away disinterestedly almost at once. The lone girl sitting beside Lloyd smiled in amusement as she watched.
“You’re pretty laid back, aren’t you?”
“Well it’s not like I’m nervous or anything.” Lloyd replied as he rolled his shoulders casually. “The odds of you being attacked are pretty low, so can you blame me for being relaxed?”
“No, I sort of like it.” Bella swung her legs back and forth like pendulums as she wiped her fingers on a napkin in her lap. The two of them were sitting on an outdoor bench in a Virginian neighborhood. It was the middle of summer, so it was pretty cool out, but the shade provided by the trees helped shield them from the sun’s rays, making a nice atmosphere. Lloyd was a tall twenty year old man with a sturdy build and short dirty blonde hair and tanned skin. He wore a simply grey V-neck that exposed his tough muscles and a bracelet with a Christian cross hanging loosely was attached to his left wrist like a charm. Lloyd Hamilton was a C-rank Vigilo, the lowest rank achievable. As such, he’d been tasked with a rather simple mission. Be this girl’s bodyguard for the day and make sure no harm comes to her, despite the low possibility of any danger whatsoever. Apparently, Bella had something important coming up by the end of the day and her family wanted to make sure nothing bad happened to her. While their own men kept their distant eye out, Lloyd was directly her bodyguard. Bella didn’t seem to mind at all. The two of them had thoroughly enjoyed their day wandering the city and visiting stores. They were enjoying each other’s company more than they had expected. It was probably for that reason that Lloyd was mildly disappointed when a limousine pulled up by the curb nearby and a few men stepped out, looking in their direction. They were the people from Bella’s family, so Lloyd felt little reason to get worked up. He simply sighed in dull acceptance as one of the men strode over in their direction and Bella hopped up to her feet. Lloyd sometimes forgot that she was actually older than him since she was so short and had such a sweet face that reminded him of a little kid. That was probably one of the few awkward things about the time they spent together.
“Good luck with tonight.” Lloyd said, though he didn’t know the details on what she was doing. Though Bella’s back to him, he was sure that she was making a face when she hesitated before answering.
“Thanks. We might see each other again…so bye for now, I guess.”
The man who had been approaching waited patiently as Bella muttered her good bye and walked over to him. He locked eyes with Lloyd and nodded his head briefly. Lloyd’s eyebrows rose as he noticed the man’s Russian features and noted the trench coat he wore, as well as the scarf, military pants, and furry boots. He looked as if he was preparing for a Siberian winter even though it was the middle of an American summer.
“Thank you for your assistance.” The man spoke English easily enough, though he still had a detectable accent. “I’ll be taking things from here, so you’re hereby relieved of your duties.”
“Thanks.” Lloyd replied simply. “You’re a Vigilo too, aren’t you?”
“I am. My name is Winslow Torchinovich. You are Lloyd Hamilton, correct?”
“Yeah. Glad to meet you.” Lloyd stifled another yawn as he turned his gaze toward the leaves of the tree hanging over them. “Take care of her.”
“That’s my job.” Winslow raised a hand to his temple and held it flat in a salute. “Have a good afternoon.”
“Same to you.”
Winslow and Bella headed back to the limousine and the slender vehicle turned out of the neighborhood and out of sight. Lloyd’s eyes trailed the spot where the limo vanished for a few seconds before he sat up with a sigh and crumpled his sandwich wrapper in his hand along with Bella’s before tossing them in the nearest waste basket.
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The capital of the United States of America is Washington D.C. That’s pretty much common knowledge. It’s also common knowledge that the capital is not in a particular state. It’s a lone district trapped between the states of Maryland and Virginia and is named after the first president of the United States. This district is home to the commander-in-chief who leads America’s executive branch, the Supreme Court that leads America’s judicial branch, and Congress, which leads America’s legislative branch. By splitting up the responsibilities of government among several people, they limited the amount of power a single person could hold at a time and limits influence as well. That is democracy the fastest growing type of government today, spreading almost like a virus, except under positive connotations.
In this district, there are numerous important spot, such as the White House, the Pentagon, House of Representatives, and Senate. However, there are also landmarks meant to only be tourist attractions, such as the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument. However, that’s just on the surface. Unbeknownst to the general populace, the latter of the aforementioned two is an extremely significant and practical landmark. The Washington Monument is an obelisk with several historical meanings, but it is also the headquarters to the organization of Patronus, an organization created in order to protect the United States from all sorts of threats from organizations and sometimes individuals that can’t be dealt with so easily publicly due to many restrictions. Though the majority of the obelisk is a tourist attraction, beneath the ground is a labyrinth of hallways, rooms, chambers, and so on that serve as the headquarters to such a big organizations with roots that spread all over the world, essentially. Of course, such an important spot is off limits to the public and anyone without the authority.
Lloyd strode through the bustling hallways with his hands pocketed, yawning once more. He had wanted to go straight home after checking in so he could take a nap, but he wasn’t even sure if he would make it that far. He’d decided that taking a nap in the lounge was probably an easier option. So after he handed in his report for how his day went, he immediately collapsed on a comfortable couch and shut his eyes. The lounge was a large room with soundproof windows all along the walls, so those inside and outside could look for someone if they need to, but the sound of the people working couldn’t be heard by those on break. Even though Patronus was a pretty active and focused government organization, it was still essentially American at its core. Those who had the option to take a break were taking full advantage of it, so the lounge always had someone in it, though not much. Several televisions were showing various news and political channels in case anyone needed to catch up with current events. By the sound of the weather man’s voice was drowned out as Lloyd began to doze off.
“Yo, bud. You still alive?”
Lloyd cracked on eye open irritably as a voice woke him up. He couldn’t be sure of how long he was out, but he knew it hadn’t been very long. A grinning face leaned over him, apparently amused by the daggers Lloyd was imagining into his skull.
“Not now, Ricardo.” Lloyd muttered as he shut his eye once more. “I’m too tired to deal with you.”
“Aw, how cute. You think I care. I think you and I both know who’s going to win here, so just give up.”
Lloyd sighed in exasperation as he opened his eyes once more and sat up in the couch. Ricardo regarded him smugly, his grey eyes shimmering like chrome.
“What do you want?” Lloyd demanded irritably of his friend. Ricardo had become a Vigilo not long after Lloyd due to some trouble with his ‘family’—an event Lloyd had had the misfortune to be thoroughly involved in. Ever since then, the two had been close friends and had helped each other in several cases. Though Ricardo was already a B-rank, he wasn’t an einherjar with special powers. He relied on his wit and combat ability, which was hardly uncommon among Vigilo, who were a mix of detectives and military soldiers. Some showed more signs of one side than the other. Lloyd wasn’t the best at detective work, if he was totally honest.
“So how was it?” Ricardo asked as he folded his legs and rested his elbows on his knees, laying his chin in his palms as he stared at Lloyd with an excited expression. Lloyd frowned as he leaned back slightly knowing Ricardo was simply trying to make fun of him. “You spent a day with a rich lady around your age. Got any plans on how to inherit her fortune and estate?”
“You woke me up for this?” Lloyd sighed in exasperation.
“It’s a very serious question!” Ricardo disagreed with a hurt expression. “Think about how long I’ve been waiting around, wondering if I’d be able to coerce you into giving me a portion of all the green you get!”
“Then let me tell you that your suggestion is entirely immoral and absurd! I was ordered to protect Bella, not find a way to steal her family fortune!”
“Wah?! You’re already on first name terms with her? You sly little dog!”
Lloyd pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation as Ricardo snickered. There was really no point in arguing. Ricardo decided that he’d frustrated Lloyd enough and took a slightly more reasonable tone.
“Well, it’s not like Lloyd the Pious would have chance anyways. It looks like the man Bellatrix Kalifa is going to marry is far more ambitious than you.”
“What?” Lloyd looked up at Ricardo in surprise. Ricardo sat back with one arm resting on the back of the couch in a relaxed position as he spoke.
“I did a little digging around after you left for work. I was curious about what important event they were having that called for having a Vigilo—even a C-rank—bodyguard the girl for just the morning ‘till afternoon. Looks like it’s an arranged marriage.”
“An arranged marriage? Are you sure?”
“Yep. The groom is Hector Joyce, I think it was. Both the Joyce family and Kalifa family are in charge of powerful underground organizations that are allied with us at Patronus. The leader of the Kalifa organization is an old man who’s on his last legs, but he’s only got two daughters for children and the wife passed away a while ago. I guess they wanted a male heir, so they’re marrying off the eldest daughter to the eldest son of the Joyce family so the two organizations can merge. It’s a good deal for the Joyce family, since they gain control of the Kalifa organization, which had always been both bigger and stronger than them—hey, where are you going?!”
Lloyd had abruptly stood up and rushed out the door. A pretty young blonde had entered the room at the same time and seemed surprised to see Lloyd rushing toward her at full throttle.
“Lloyd?! What’s up-?” She began in a startled voice. Lloyd rushed right past her and out the door without even pausing to reply. He hurried right down the hallway toward the elevator to leave the underground headquarters and find his car that was parked nearby.
What was going through his mind was pretty simple. He was remembering all the times Bella had spaced out earlier that day and had been startled when she addressed her. He remembered how sad her eyes had been as she spoke of how much she was enjoying her ‘normal’ day out. But most of all, he remembered how she had hesitated to respond before saying good bye. It was entirely obvious to him, who had only met that woman several hours ago, that she was not the least bit happy about the marriage. In fact, he was sure that she was entirely against it.
For that reason alone, he resolved himself without thinking about. He was going to rescue that girl from the in considerate men who sent her off to be married against her will. The fact that he had not known who she was just twenty-four hours ago meant nothing to him. He knew her now, and that was enough.
There was once a small town at a certain place.
A small town surrounded by walls, the king and his people lived in that city.
One day, a dragon came to town from the vicinity.
The king and the people intended to defeat the dragon together, but failed.
The violent, angry dragon spat fire, raging in the city.
The king and the people, to appease the dragon, brought two sheep every day.
However, the number of sheep was limited.
When the sheep weren't enough, the people sent a sheep and a child.
The children began to disappear from the city.
Finally was the turn to offer the king's daughter, the princess.
The king pleaded to the people to let the princess go.
The people didn't agree because they already sent their own children.
Thus, the sheep and the princess were sent to the home of the dragon.
The princess grieved for her own fate.
At this time, a wandering knight rode to her side on a horse.
He wielded a holy sword along with a lance, and is a Knight among the Knights.
His name, supposedly, was St. George.
Patronus is a specialized organization that was born to handle the individual organizations that threaten America. Based in Washington D.C’s Washington Monument, Patronus is an organization from the United States’ ‘dark side’. The ultimate leadership of Patronus’ functions goes to the Vice President of the United States, and the Senate and House of Representative have more or less minimal influence on decisions made. Patronus is filled with specialized workers, such as researchers, scientists, hackers, informants, and so on. But what makes Patronus an especially unique organization are the field agents, called Vigilo. The Vigilo are a mix of military soldiers and detectives, trained to fulfill the main duty of Patronus; handling, dealing, and even destroying external organizations. The Vigilo are people who are especially talented and are usually trained from a young age, given ranks depending on their ability. Recently, there is a new phenomenon where human beings are born with a special potential to be put under a special hypnosis that gives them special ability. At first labeled as occult, this allows people to overcome their restraints as a human. But so far, the only way this can be done to be comprehended by scientists is to relate the abilities as interpretations of various stories. Much of Patronus’ Vigilo are made up of these special people, called einherjar. Organizations all over the world are researching the strange ability people are born with, and America is one of the leading groups.
Nobody knows what the sudden appearance of these abilities mean. What is the true nature of the interpretation of stories? Is it the work of the devil or the blessing of an angel? Where did they come from and, more importantly, why now? These questions ring through the minds of many scientists and politicians on the ‘dark side’ of the world.
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Cicero Kalifa coughed violently as he sat on his throne like seat in a dimly lit room. He sat behind a desk with several papers strewn across it and the majority of the light illuminating the room came from the cracks between the blinds of the window behind him. Several men in suits stood before him on the other side of the desk with firm expressions on their faces. One of these men moved forward as Cicero coughed, but Cicero waved one hand dismissively to stop him.
“I’m fine.” He assured briskly. “More importantly, are the preparations done?”
“More or less.” One of the men nodded. “Things will be set in a few more hours. The major details have already been dealt with.”
“Excellent.” Cicero sighed deeply. “I’m honestly getting too old for this, you know. I certainly hope I last through the ceremony.”
“You needn’t worry.” The man grinned so widely, no one else in the room believed it for a second. “By time the ceremony is over, there will be a suitable heir to inherit your spot, so everything will work out just fine.”
“Hmph.” Cicero simply snorted in response. “What about our request? Did they respond yet?”
“Yes. The Vigilo we requested is already on his way.”
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Lloyd Hamilton yawned widely as he set done the large sandwich in his hands back in its wrapping. A few of the people nearby glanced at him but looked away disinterestedly almost at once. The lone girl sitting beside Lloyd smiled in amusement as she watched.
“You’re pretty laid back, aren’t you?”
“Well it’s not like I’m nervous or anything.” Lloyd replied as he rolled his shoulders casually. “The odds of you being attacked are pretty low, so can you blame me for being relaxed?”
“No, I sort of like it.” Bella swung her legs back and forth like pendulums as she wiped her fingers on a napkin in her lap. The two of them were sitting on an outdoor bench in a Virginian neighborhood. It was the middle of summer, so it was pretty cool out, but the shade provided by the trees helped shield them from the sun’s rays, making a nice atmosphere. Lloyd was a tall twenty year old man with a sturdy build and short dirty blonde hair and tanned skin. He wore a simply grey V-neck that exposed his tough muscles and a bracelet with a Christian cross hanging loosely was attached to his left wrist like a charm. Lloyd Hamilton was a C-rank Vigilo, the lowest rank achievable. As such, he’d been tasked with a rather simple mission. Be this girl’s bodyguard for the day and make sure no harm comes to her, despite the low possibility of any danger whatsoever. Apparently, Bella had something important coming up by the end of the day and her family wanted to make sure nothing bad happened to her. While their own men kept their distant eye out, Lloyd was directly her bodyguard. Bella didn’t seem to mind at all. The two of them had thoroughly enjoyed their day wandering the city and visiting stores. They were enjoying each other’s company more than they had expected. It was probably for that reason that Lloyd was mildly disappointed when a limousine pulled up by the curb nearby and a few men stepped out, looking in their direction. They were the people from Bella’s family, so Lloyd felt little reason to get worked up. He simply sighed in dull acceptance as one of the men strode over in their direction and Bella hopped up to her feet. Lloyd sometimes forgot that she was actually older than him since she was so short and had such a sweet face that reminded him of a little kid. That was probably one of the few awkward things about the time they spent together.
“Good luck with tonight.” Lloyd said, though he didn’t know the details on what she was doing. Though Bella’s back to him, he was sure that she was making a face when she hesitated before answering.
“Thanks. We might see each other again…so bye for now, I guess.”
The man who had been approaching waited patiently as Bella muttered her good bye and walked over to him. He locked eyes with Lloyd and nodded his head briefly. Lloyd’s eyebrows rose as he noticed the man’s Russian features and noted the trench coat he wore, as well as the scarf, military pants, and furry boots. He looked as if he was preparing for a Siberian winter even though it was the middle of an American summer.
“Thank you for your assistance.” The man spoke English easily enough, though he still had a detectable accent. “I’ll be taking things from here, so you’re hereby relieved of your duties.”
“Thanks.” Lloyd replied simply. “You’re a Vigilo too, aren’t you?”
“I am. My name is Winslow Torchinovich. You are Lloyd Hamilton, correct?”
“Yeah. Glad to meet you.” Lloyd stifled another yawn as he turned his gaze toward the leaves of the tree hanging over them. “Take care of her.”
“That’s my job.” Winslow raised a hand to his temple and held it flat in a salute. “Have a good afternoon.”
“Same to you.”
Winslow and Bella headed back to the limousine and the slender vehicle turned out of the neighborhood and out of sight. Lloyd’s eyes trailed the spot where the limo vanished for a few seconds before he sat up with a sigh and crumpled his sandwich wrapper in his hand along with Bella’s before tossing them in the nearest waste basket.
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The capital of the United States of America is Washington D.C. That’s pretty much common knowledge. It’s also common knowledge that the capital is not in a particular state. It’s a lone district trapped between the states of Maryland and Virginia and is named after the first president of the United States. This district is home to the commander-in-chief who leads America’s executive branch, the Supreme Court that leads America’s judicial branch, and Congress, which leads America’s legislative branch. By splitting up the responsibilities of government among several people, they limited the amount of power a single person could hold at a time and limits influence as well. That is democracy the fastest growing type of government today, spreading almost like a virus, except under positive connotations.
In this district, there are numerous important spot, such as the White House, the Pentagon, House of Representatives, and Senate. However, there are also landmarks meant to only be tourist attractions, such as the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument. However, that’s just on the surface. Unbeknownst to the general populace, the latter of the aforementioned two is an extremely significant and practical landmark. The Washington Monument is an obelisk with several historical meanings, but it is also the headquarters to the organization of Patronus, an organization created in order to protect the United States from all sorts of threats from organizations and sometimes individuals that can’t be dealt with so easily publicly due to many restrictions. Though the majority of the obelisk is a tourist attraction, beneath the ground is a labyrinth of hallways, rooms, chambers, and so on that serve as the headquarters to such a big organizations with roots that spread all over the world, essentially. Of course, such an important spot is off limits to the public and anyone without the authority.
Lloyd strode through the bustling hallways with his hands pocketed, yawning once more. He had wanted to go straight home after checking in so he could take a nap, but he wasn’t even sure if he would make it that far. He’d decided that taking a nap in the lounge was probably an easier option. So after he handed in his report for how his day went, he immediately collapsed on a comfortable couch and shut his eyes. The lounge was a large room with soundproof windows all along the walls, so those inside and outside could look for someone if they need to, but the sound of the people working couldn’t be heard by those on break. Even though Patronus was a pretty active and focused government organization, it was still essentially American at its core. Those who had the option to take a break were taking full advantage of it, so the lounge always had someone in it, though not much. Several televisions were showing various news and political channels in case anyone needed to catch up with current events. By the sound of the weather man’s voice was drowned out as Lloyd began to doze off.
“Yo, bud. You still alive?”
Lloyd cracked on eye open irritably as a voice woke him up. He couldn’t be sure of how long he was out, but he knew it hadn’t been very long. A grinning face leaned over him, apparently amused by the daggers Lloyd was imagining into his skull.
“Not now, Ricardo.” Lloyd muttered as he shut his eye once more. “I’m too tired to deal with you.”
“Aw, how cute. You think I care. I think you and I both know who’s going to win here, so just give up.”
Lloyd sighed in exasperation as he opened his eyes once more and sat up in the couch. Ricardo regarded him smugly, his grey eyes shimmering like chrome.
“What do you want?” Lloyd demanded irritably of his friend. Ricardo had become a Vigilo not long after Lloyd due to some trouble with his ‘family’—an event Lloyd had had the misfortune to be thoroughly involved in. Ever since then, the two had been close friends and had helped each other in several cases. Though Ricardo was already a B-rank, he wasn’t an einherjar with special powers. He relied on his wit and combat ability, which was hardly uncommon among Vigilo, who were a mix of detectives and military soldiers. Some showed more signs of one side than the other. Lloyd wasn’t the best at detective work, if he was totally honest.
“So how was it?” Ricardo asked as he folded his legs and rested his elbows on his knees, laying his chin in his palms as he stared at Lloyd with an excited expression. Lloyd frowned as he leaned back slightly knowing Ricardo was simply trying to make fun of him. “You spent a day with a rich lady around your age. Got any plans on how to inherit her fortune and estate?”
“You woke me up for this?” Lloyd sighed in exasperation.
“It’s a very serious question!” Ricardo disagreed with a hurt expression. “Think about how long I’ve been waiting around, wondering if I’d be able to coerce you into giving me a portion of all the green you get!”
“Then let me tell you that your suggestion is entirely immoral and absurd! I was ordered to protect Bella, not find a way to steal her family fortune!”
“Wah?! You’re already on first name terms with her? You sly little dog!”
Lloyd pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation as Ricardo snickered. There was really no point in arguing. Ricardo decided that he’d frustrated Lloyd enough and took a slightly more reasonable tone.
“Well, it’s not like Lloyd the Pious would have chance anyways. It looks like the man Bellatrix Kalifa is going to marry is far more ambitious than you.”
“What?” Lloyd looked up at Ricardo in surprise. Ricardo sat back with one arm resting on the back of the couch in a relaxed position as he spoke.
“I did a little digging around after you left for work. I was curious about what important event they were having that called for having a Vigilo—even a C-rank—bodyguard the girl for just the morning ‘till afternoon. Looks like it’s an arranged marriage.”
“An arranged marriage? Are you sure?”
“Yep. The groom is Hector Joyce, I think it was. Both the Joyce family and Kalifa family are in charge of powerful underground organizations that are allied with us at Patronus. The leader of the Kalifa organization is an old man who’s on his last legs, but he’s only got two daughters for children and the wife passed away a while ago. I guess they wanted a male heir, so they’re marrying off the eldest daughter to the eldest son of the Joyce family so the two organizations can merge. It’s a good deal for the Joyce family, since they gain control of the Kalifa organization, which had always been both bigger and stronger than them—hey, where are you going?!”
Lloyd had abruptly stood up and rushed out the door. A pretty young blonde had entered the room at the same time and seemed surprised to see Lloyd rushing toward her at full throttle.
“Lloyd?! What’s up-?” She began in a startled voice. Lloyd rushed right past her and out the door without even pausing to reply. He hurried right down the hallway toward the elevator to leave the underground headquarters and find his car that was parked nearby.
What was going through his mind was pretty simple. He was remembering all the times Bella had spaced out earlier that day and had been startled when she addressed her. He remembered how sad her eyes had been as she spoke of how much she was enjoying her ‘normal’ day out. But most of all, he remembered how she had hesitated to respond before saying good bye. It was entirely obvious to him, who had only met that woman several hours ago, that she was not the least bit happy about the marriage. In fact, he was sure that she was entirely against it.
For that reason alone, he resolved himself without thinking about. He was going to rescue that girl from the in considerate men who sent her off to be married against her will. The fact that he had not known who she was just twenty-four hours ago meant nothing to him. He knew her now, and that was enough.
There was once a small town at a certain place.
A small town surrounded by walls, the king and his people lived in that city.
One day, a dragon came to town from the vicinity.
The king and the people intended to defeat the dragon together, but failed.
The violent, angry dragon spat fire, raging in the city.
The king and the people, to appease the dragon, brought two sheep every day.
However, the number of sheep was limited.
When the sheep weren't enough, the people sent a sheep and a child.
The children began to disappear from the city.
Finally was the turn to offer the king's daughter, the princess.
The king pleaded to the people to let the princess go.
The people didn't agree because they already sent their own children.
Thus, the sheep and the princess were sent to the home of the dragon.
The princess grieved for her own fate.
At this time, a wandering knight rode to her side on a horse.
He wielded a holy sword along with a lance, and is a Knight among the Knights.
His name, supposedly, was St. George.
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