"YOUR HIGHNESS! WE HAVE BEEN ATTACKED!"
Hearing the scream, Cynthia jolted awake. Her hand darted under her pillow, pulling out the sword she had been keeping hidden. She had carefully concealed it in her bag, out of sight, for moments like these when danger might strike. And tonight, it seemed, was that night.
Rushing outside, she was met with a scene of chaos: knights clashing swords against one another. The sight left her momentarily stunned.
What's going on?
She thought, her mind racing.
Then, a chilling idea struck her.
Could they have been possessed by demons?
Without hesitation, Cynthia charged toward the fighting men, her sword flashing as she struck with force and precision.
But things didn't go as planned. A sharp clink echoed in the air as her sword was blocked. The sudden resistance sent a jolt up her arm, making her realize that her opponent had stopped her attack.