Please before reading this go check out Panthaboi. He has not only helped through the creative process but also has a tie in coming along. Again I advise you to read his context first so you have a better idea of character descriptions and lore. (also this part was a pain in the arse to write, seeming as it is clunky and you don't know the names till later) Hope you enjoy

Part 1: A Boy and a Blade

The Raiders' axe came crashing into the boys' shield, causing him to fall. Dropplets of blood rolled down his face and he could feel his heart pounding in his ears. Clenching the grip of his sword, he slashed upwards at his aggressor and rose as he did. Rage filled his veins, urging him to go on, to keep fighting, to survive. Before the boy was killed by that wretched man, an arrow shot through the Raiders' throat and he collapsed, drowning in his own blood. The boy turned and saw a legion of knights all wearing the same emblem, a slanted red cross going through a golden crown. The Knights Templar. He had thought them to be a myth, but yet, they were here, before him, and they had just saved his life.

The boy looked at the massive army behind him. He felt like he had the whole support of that legion within him, like he was filled with their strength. He saw at the front of the legion a single Warden. He had armour of black steel which made him look like a pure absence of light. A spectre of death scouting the battleground. He raised his fist and held it for what felt like eons, but instead of releasing it quickly and pointing toward the battle, he simply lowered it and with a single nod of his head, the boy turned back around and pointed his blade to the Shard, screaming a single word, "Charge!!!"

The legion and the boy rushed forward, breaking through the first line of Viking and Samurai troops. Through it all the boy and the warden led the them, slowly but surely pushing the opposing forces back. It was a legendary battle, one that the Templars will never forget. Just before the battle reached its climax the boy and warden were seperated from the rest of the legion and were forced to fight through a small chokepoint to regroup. Both of them fought valiantly, slaying anyone who stood in their way.

Once the last of the scattered invasion force had been repelled and the boy was rested, the Warden approached him. "What is your name, squire."

"Draven, and I am no squire sir..."

The warden took off his helmet and set it down beside him, staring straight into the boys eyes, "Well, Draven, you are now. Pack your things, from now on you are my apprentice. I will teach you everything you need to know about our order, about our cause, about war, and in return you will fight amongst our finest men. You will become a Templar Knight!"

The warden walked away from the boy to give him time to think and entered the war party's tent and knelt before his leader, King. "My liege, we have found a warrior that may prove useful to our cause. He calls himself Draven and managed to hold strong against Ulfric, one of the viking thegns. I can tell you now, this boy is less than 20, and we can mould him into one of our best warriors."

"And who would train this warrior?"

The warden stood, "I, Aqua, Seneschal of the Knight Templar will!"

Thanks for reading, leave a review and any other comments down below. This will be my first story about the Knights Templar and will be heavily connected to PanthaBois' story. Go check his stuff out for more context on the Templars and character descriptions for both Aqua and Honour!