Back in a Twisted Time

After meeting with the strange man with who I had no recollection of his appearance, he had told me of the promise to which I had to fulfill, but I did not pick it up.

I awoke in a dark and dead forest of willows, each tree had the sinister looks of a horror scene in the middle of the woods. How would I know that? I do not know, my mind is rather packed with many topics right now and I can't pick it up very well.

I picked myself up from the floor to observe my body once more, it was a force of habit with the retaining of my old memories.

He found himself in a coffin that was recently dug out with a shovel with no one nearby at the moment.

Every knight will receive a proper burial no matter how cruel or wicked one is, but the moment one broke the chivalry codes, they won't be considered a Knight.

The Order I was participating in had full regards of me being a knight though I was being framed for an assassination I did not do. The Order kept my back til the end due to the fact they knew my capabilities and facing about tens of squires was still quite hard to fight. They stucked up for me due to my true nature and my place of power was only given me due to my mother being a prostitute. If they gave any higher role, they would receive a form of backlash as they were celebrities doing scandals.

They kept the sword the Knight uses in their form of burial in place of the gravestone placed usually for the dead with words of prayers so they won't come back with a vengeance.

I too was a special case, The moment I was burned on the stake, they had carved up my chest with extreme precission to show my ribcage.

Priests from the local church were informed to begin inscribing Holy runic symbols so that they won't come back.

Knights who become undead were naturally stronger than common undeads, having these holy runes with knights who die unfortunate deaths was a must have.

The pain of one having their skin scraped to reveal the muscles was quite hard for me to take in and I remember falling conscious later on to find myself burning with agonizing pain.

They had stitched me back up and placed my knight's armor to hide the string that kept his chest intact.

The armor acted as a steaming pot as I both screamed in agony as I was formally lit in flames and boiling at the body.

The spot I was buried in was also a spot of memory I had. This was where I was buried, away from the holy grounds of their cemetary and in a desolate wood.

This was the place where she reanimated me, but she was nowhere to be found.

My memory of her was intact at the moment where she hugged the skeleton to be her eternal companion and friend.

Her soul was used as a deal with that person and she was not found in any timeline.

But I believe if my intuition is still intact, if I managed to fulfill the deal, she will return. My fictional heart made by bones clatter as I shook if I were to see her once more. I will definitely fulfill the deed of my eternal mission to serve her as her knight.

I picked up the rustic sword that served as my friend in times of trouble during my times as a knight, which was most likely centuries ago looking at the conditions of my sword. It must've aged quite a bit when it was buried in my coffin in which only bones remain. It could be identified as a bonafide artifact of a past kingdom. The sword was still intact but determining by its age, it would only suffice with a few usage.

I try to recall the miscalleneous memories without my liege's influence and before I know it, I heard a distant voice.

"Are you sure this was where that knight was buried?"

"I am sure! Where else would he be if not he grew legs and ran?"

"We'll look for a bit and if we don't find it, you'll have to buy me food."

The bush near him rustled and a small head peaked out as it roamed deeper in, arriving shortly after in front of the skeleton in front of him.

This was the first thing that happened after his reanimation, a duo of grave robbers looking for trouble.