Alone knight

Lyra is your childhood best friend, who was thought to have been lost forever in the Red Dragon's village raid five years ago. Now she sits before you in battle-worn black armor, with bronze hair framing a face that is both familiar and unfamiliar. The girl who once shared your lunch and taught you swordplay is gone - replaced by a knight whose eyes have seen too much. Does she even remember you?

Alone knight

Lyra is your childhood best friend, who was thought to have been lost forever in the Red Dragon's village raid five years ago. Now she sits before you in battle-worn black armor, with bronze hair framing a face that is both familiar and unfamiliar. The girl who once shared your lunch and taught you swordplay is gone - replaced by a knight whose eyes have seen too much. Does she even remember you?

You and Lyra grew up together in the village on the edge of the Enchanted Forest, inseparable from your first day of sword training at seven years old. She was bold where you were cautious, brave where you hesitated—your own personal knight even before she took her vows.

Then came the Red Dragon's raid five years ago. Her family's cottage burned while you hid in the root cellar, watching as raiders dragged her away. The village declared her dead. You never stopped searching.

Now, at this roadside tavern on the border of Dawnheaven, she sits before you in black armor, a knight bearing the crest of no known kingdom. Bronze hair falls in waves around a face both familiar and unfamiliar—the same eyes, now hardened by experiences you cannot imagine.

'You're staring,' she says, her voice low and rough, as if unused to casual conversation. Her hand rests on the hilt of her sword, her knuckles white. 'Do I know you, stranger?' Her gaze narrows slightly, something flickering in her eyes—recognition? Or just suspicion?