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In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti

Here’s the knight fic.
The Roodaka cosplay fic should be done in a day or two

Maiden Voyage Pt.1
>You’re exhausted, finding just enough strength to keep your legs from failing you as you grasp your shield and longsword
>You’d been fighting for hours under the harsh judean sun
>Your caravan had been ambushed as you were making your way back to Jerusalem
>The saracens had come from all sides, killing your horses and with bows and arrows
>Fierce fighting broke out as you charged their lines with your brothers in the holy order, hoping to allow some of the wagons to escape
>Whatever sense of discipline or army tactics you had before was lost as the battle turned to a bloody brawl
>Soldiers hacked each other into bits, broke bones and cracked armor, fought tooth and nail as they beat their enemies into the dirt
>All that could be heard was the screams of dying men and the clash of steel against steel
>You’re panting, the helmet and the sand on the wind making it hard to breathe
>With a grunt you block your opponent’s attack, your broken arm sending waves of splitting pain up to your shoulder
>His sword bounces off your shield as you catch him off guard, slashing your longsword across his chest
>It catches deep in his side as he coughs up blood, splattering it onto your helmet
>With a well placed heel kick to the diaphragm you send him hurtling back to collapse against the desert sand
>Your shoulders sag as you finally let your guard down, clutching the bleeding wound in your side
>A mistake, as you feel a searing pain on the back of your left leg
>You collapse onto your knees only to receive a kick to the stomach which forces you to the ground
>You can barely pick yourself up as you look up to your attacker
>He prepares to finish you, his damascus knife gleaming in the evening light as he drives it straight for your neck
>You frantically grab for your sword, thanking the lord as you find a firm grip, roaring out a battle cry as you plunge it deep into the saracen’s chest
>The knife falls from his hand as you quickly regain your footing
>He falls to his knees, clutching at the sword stuck through him
>You pull it out of him, a fresh splatter of gore erupting from the wound before bringing high above your head
>A single drop of blood falls from the tip before you bring it down with all your remaining strength, severing the man’s head clean from his body
>His body collapses with a spray of blood
>You watch his head roll onto the ground, his eyes still wide with surprise
>Its over
>You look around for anyone else, desperate to see a friendly face
>You’re alone, surrounded by corpses
>The ground is stained red with blood, the only signs of life are the vultures that pick away at your fallen comrades
>The air feels heavy as you resist the urge to puke
>It smells like death, the sound of flies and insects nearly drowning out the wind
>You can’t die here, to be eaten alive by vermin and filth
>You slowly limp away, trying desperately to make it back to the holy city
>But you now you’ll never make
>Your eyelids are heavy as you flee from the battlefield
>Your mind is hazy, your body in agony
>The sun is unrelenting with its light, cooking you alive in your armor
>You can see the shadows of the carrion birds as they circle you overheard, a grim reminder of your fate
>Eventually you lose the strength to stand
>You collapse to the ground, unable to move a finger
>Darkness begins to take you
>Tears form at your eyes as you contemplate your life
>You’ll die thousands of miles from home, bones picked clean
>You’re snapped out of your trance when you hear an angelic voice
>Your eyes register a beautiful maiden atop a white horse galloping over the dunes towards you
>A mirage, you figure, or perhaps an angel come to collect your soul
>Either way you’re too tired to care
>Your eyes close shut as you black out, ready for death to take you

>Is this death?
>You’re not sure
>It feels like your body is floating on top of the ocean
>It’s peaceful for all of what feels like a couple of seconds
>A stinging pain in your shoulder forces you awake
>You slowly open your eyes
>You’re no longer in the desert
>Now you’re surrounded by walls of wood and stone
>You can hear the crackling of a fire in a hearth
>You shift your head around to get a better view of your surroundings
>Your armor is set on a stand in the corner of the room, your clothes in a neatly folded pile beside it
>Confused, you sit up but immediately lay back down as you a feel deep pain in your side
>”Easy, sir knight, easy!” you hear a voice say
>As your eyes adjust you notice you’re in a bed
>Leaning over you is the beautiful maiden you saw before
>Now that you’re up close to you can’t help but admire her beauty
>Her hair is cut short, her dark locks perfectly framing her two sapphire blue eyes
>She’s staring at you with a look of worry
t. techanon