Sweaty with exhaustion, Lybeau hacked through the secluded forest with his machete, rage in his eyes. Earlier the day, his mother had died, but before she died, she told him his history, who his father was and who his mother was. Her name was Lynetta. Ever since, his birth he always called her 'Mother'. The only human being he had ever seen was Moth - no - Lynetta. The reason for this was his father. His father, he had learned, was Sir Gawyne who was a knight, whatever a knight is.

No matter, Lybeau thought, I will still kill him. I will kill him for abandoning us. For forcing us into hiding.

Stuck in his thoughts, Lybeau wasn't paying attention to where he was swinging his machete and almost clipped the ears of his water horse, Cleaver. Cleaver neighed and broke into a sudden gallop and Lybeau almost flew straight from his saddle. At the same time he heard two gruff, harsh yells. He had just run over two malicious bandits!

"Hey you, bandits!," an unknown voice cried.

"Oh no. Knights!," one of the bandits yelled.

"RUN!," the other bandit crowed.

Not so fast, Lybeau thought. He wheeled Cleaver around and decapitated one of the bandits while Cleaver stomped the other into the ground.

"Thank you, lad," came a voice from behind him. Lybeau turned around sharply and bared his sword. So these are knights, Lybeau thought while he eyed their shining uncomfortable clothing with ridicule. That is absurd, why do they wear something as idiotic as that. Oh well, their customs. In addition, these knights may not take kindly to the suggestion of killing Sir Gawyne.

"You're welcome, it was nothing really," Lybeau responded, sheathing his sword in the process. "My name is Lybeau Damascus, you"

"My name is Sir Lynill," the taller of the duo responded. "And this is my squire, Squire Bors."