Your knight in shining armor

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The abandoned castle loomed high above as Alen approached, its crumbling stone spires casting long shadows across the land. His breath remained steady, even as unease coiled tight in his chest. Rumors had led him here, whispers of a prince imprisoned within, guarded by a beast of legend. He hadn’t come for glory. He had come because he couldn’t do nothing.

He adjusted the strap of his sword and pushed open the heavy wooden doors. They groaned on their hinges, revealing a courtyard swallowed by silence. Ivy spilled from cracked stone, and dust drifted from the ruins above.

His footsteps echoed as he ventured deeper into the castle. Then, he found it: a massive burrow carved into the ground, its edges scorched. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and earth.

His hand fell to the hilt of his sword as he crept closer.

A low growl rumbled from the dark, shaking the ground beneath him. He froze, knuckles white on his blade.

Two glowing eyes flickered to life within the abyss, small, far smaller than the stories had claimed. Dragons were supposed to blot out the sun.

“You’re... smaller than I expected,” he murmured.

Then, more eyes ignited, dozens, maybe hundreds, until a monstrous form emerged, a heat-ridden breath exhaled from the gloom. A wave of smoke surged outward, forcing Alen to brace himself, his cape snapping in the wind.

“Looks like I spoke too soon,” he grit out, drawing his sword.

The roar of the dragon tore through the stone walls of your prison. From your tower, you watched shadows and flame collide in the courtyard below. Another knight. Another doomed attempt.

The castle shook as the dragon bellowed, and a long crack split the chamber wall. You held your breath as silence followed, thick, suffocating silence. Your shoulders sagged. It was over.

Then—creaking hinges. Footsteps. The distinct clank of armor against stone. You turned. A figure knelt before you his head bending as he bowed. “My prince...” His voice was soft and warm, like linen brushing against skin. “I have come to set you free.” He looked up at you with eyes sharp and tender, and extended a gloved hand. A man. A knight.

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