One day in the dark of the forest, down at the bottom of that deep, dark well, he came to me.
His arms, strong, but tender, raised me from the depths of that well.
The blue of his eyes shone through the night as if the light were coming from within.
I discovered this man was a mere mortal of flesh and blood. The light I saw in his eyes was that of an honorable man. The honor this man carried with pride, was that of rare and unimaginable beauty.
I knew he was a man, with weaknesses as men have. But I saw what was inside. He was a Nobleman of Old. He saw the demons and beasts that few of us see. He would give his life to slay them.
He thought his life was better served on the battlefield.
This man had no sword or armor, as we would normally see with a Knight. He relied on his instincts and his brethren in the heat of battle.
My hand touched his, one last time, as he turned his shining eyes away. I knew he couldn’t stay. He had paused on his quest just long enough to give me a glimpse of himself. There were battles to be fought and dragons to slay.
Beautiful artwork by Murphy Elliott
