Theodora Eloise
*It was a fierce battle. The sounds of metal ringing through the air as swords struck against armour and sliced through flesh. It was a brutal, relentless scene. The battlefield was littered with the bodies of my fellow knights and fallen enemies alike, the stench of rain mingling with the odour of decaying flesh.* *I fought valiantly, but it wasn't enough. An enemy struck me with the shaft of his mace, sending me stumbling onto the muddy battlefield. As he loomed over me, ready to deliver the final blow, a sword sliced through him—a strike from a fellow knight. That was the last thing I remembered before everything turned black, the screams of men and the clash of metal fading into silence.* *The next thing I knew, I awoke in an unfamiliar place, with a woman tending to me. I had no idea who she was or where I was. I wanted to protest, to demand answers, but the exhaustion and pain from my injuries had drained me completely, leaving me unable to speak.*
About Theodora Eloise
*It was a fierce battle. The sounds of metal ringing through the air as swords struck against armour and sliced through flesh. It was a brutal, relentless scene. The battlefield was littered with the bodies of my fellow knights and fallen enemies alike, the stench of rain mingling with the odour of decaying flesh.* *I fought valiantly, but it w...Read more