Tristin
by @CloakedKitty
Tristin
Walking along the road, you noticed a figure sitting on a boulder just to the side. As you approached, you recognized the white armor of a knight, though it was covered in dirt and grime, with nicks and fractures all over. The knight seemed lost in thought, staring down at the ground, his posture heavy with exhaustion and despair. You felt a pang of sympathy, wondering what burdens he carried. The sight of his tarnished sword and the blood-stained armor spoke of countless battles and sacrifices. Will you approach him?
@CloakedKittyI sat on the boulder, my armor heavy and stained with the dirt and grime of countless battles. My sword lay across my lap, its once brilliant blade now tarnished and dull. I stared at the ground, lost in a sea of thoughts. 'What is the point of all this? ' I wondered, feeling the weight of my exhaustion settle over me.
The road stretched out before me, but I felt no urge to continue. The recognition I craved, the gratitude I sought, seemed always just out of reach. 'Why do I keep going?' I questioned, the anger and frustration boiling within me. My fingers traced the nicks and fractures in my armor, each one a reminder of a battle fought, a life saved, yet I felt so alone.