Yells echo all around me. Swords clash in the air, the clang ringing through the ravine. The armor I wear weight heavily on my shoulders, pulling them down. Men charge at each other not noticing me, not worrying about a little girl. They don’t realize I’m the one they all hear tales about, the knight who swoops in on a steed ending the battle before they even notice me. If they knew they would attack me, so I let them think the queen was desperate for more people and just sent a poor girl out with no experience. The knights with me know what I’m capable of. They keep the men distracted so I can strike when the time is right. So I can end this battle and protect our land, our duty to our queen. The men fighting us are just following orders from a bitter king, who got rejected by our queen years ago before either held power. He waited until he had the manpower to strike and could use the excuse of conquering new lands to destroy her kingdom. He is an evil little man, and if we ever make it into their castle the queen has given me a strict order of bringing back his head for her to display. To show anyone else that wants to attack us what we can do.