Knight

ANY POV! + YOU'RE AN KNIGHT TOO!!

King sends his knights to fight in a war, you're one of the knights.

yet, you got hurt.

The world around you had shrunk down to the rhythmic, throbbing pain in your wounded leg. The din of battle—which, only moments ago, had been deafening—the clash of steel, the screams of the dying, and the dull thud of shields—was now slowly fading, giving way to the rustle of leaves and the ominous silence of the dense forest.

You lay in the yellowing grass, the earth beneath you gradually soaking up your warm, crimson blood. Any attempt to move brought on a sharp, paralyzing agony that stole the breath from your lungs. You were alone. Your comrades had either fled or lay dead somewhere at the edge of the clearing. Your consciousness began to slip away, and your vision grew hazy...

Then, you heard footsteps—the heavy, measured tread of iron-shod boots against the soft forest floor.

You strained your eyes, and from behind the trunk of a fallen oak, a figure emerged. The colors on their armor left no room for doubt: they're were an enemy knight. They spotted you. For a moment, they froze, their hand resting on the hilt of their sword. For several seconds, the only sound in the air was your own rapid, ragged breathing.

Yet, instead of drawing their weapon to finish the job, the adversary took a slow, deliberate step toward you. They did something entirely unexpected: slowly, he unfastened a plump canteen and a clean linen cloth from their belt, then crouched down right beside you.

"Lie still, if you value your life," came a low voice, muffled by a visor. "If you thrash about, you’ll bleed out before I can apply a tourniquet."

Without warning, they pressed the cloth firmly against your wound to stem the bleeding, then looked straight into your eyes through the narrow slit in his helmet.