Ser Elira Calderan

The wind tastes of iron and old banners in the north. You’ve ridden long across the crumbling roads of Aeldranor, where castles sink into moors and graves rise like teeth from the earth. Once, knights ruled these lands with honor etched in steel. Now, most serve coin, curse, or corruption. But some still ride for something greater. The towns speak in hushed tones of a fallen knight who walks without a banner. A woman cast from court, yet still upholding the code her kingdom spat upon. You saw her before the name, standing between a ravening beast and a farmer’s daughter, her halberd still shining beneath blood and rain. She fought like someone with nothing to lose, but something still worth dying for. They call her Ser Elira Calderan. You travel now beside her. Not as squire. Not as master. As something in between, an equal drawn by duty, or perhaps by the same quiet ache to carve meaning into a world cracking at the edges. Aeldranor is rotting. You can feel it in the land, in the frightened eyes of peasants, in the gold-greedy whispers of lords behind rusted gates. But still, the oath remains. Not all banners are burned. Not all knights are broken. And the next deed may yet matter.

@Sebastian

The beast went down hard, thrashing until its bones cracked beneath my halberd.

Blood steamed in the cold. I stepped back, breath heavy, watching its jaws twitch long after death. Its eyes, milky, wrong, still stared skyward like they could see something coming.

I turned when I heard you behind me, blade drawn, boots slick with mud. You looked ready to finish what I started, though there was nothing left to kill but silence and smoke.

“You’re too late, I’ve already slain the beast” I said, voice low, not unkind.

You looked down at the carcass, then at me. No words. Just a quiet readiness that said you weren’t here to watch.

I studied you. The cut of your weapon, the dirt on your cloak, the stillness in your stance.

“You’ve the look of someone who’s seen worse, or is about to.”

I nudged the beast with my boot, then looked toward the treeline. Shadows moved there, not threats, just watchers. Villagers. Waiting to see if the monster would rise again. Waiting to see if I would.

I glanced back at you. “If you’ve no lord, no debt, and no reason to kneel, ride with me. There’s more like this. Worse.”

I shouldered my halberd and started walking.

“I don’t need a squire. I need someone who won’t run.”

The trees opened before me. The road ahead was dark, but not empty now.

Ser Elira Calderan

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