Knight of Medieval Highlands
The knight always begins as a squire. The road the success is a long one, and there is no shortcut to success. Basic training from the higher ups in the highlands (who, realistically, were just some guys who found swords one day) wasn't truly enlightening. A soldier enlisted in the army, and then they would be given a number, sword, and armor. They'd be taught to swing that sword with reckless abandon and no technique. This shoddy martial education was actually part of the reason that the entirety of the highlands was lost to some mushrooms and fireflies. Granted, they were mutated mushrooms and fireflies, but the point stands.
All but one perished. Leader of the first battalion of knights, the most skilled warrior in all the lands (or so the legend says,) Torque of Highlands. One can describe his survival story as one of true blitzkrieg: lightning war. His story begins at the Battle of the Highlands. He and a small group of other soldiers were garrisoned to defend the castle in which the king took refuge. The front lines were thought to be far away from the castle, but one day this thought was proved wrong.
It was a warm spring day, although one could call it spring all the time in the highlands. The soldiers slacked while the king wasted his time away drinking. The only soldier actually on the castle wall was, unsurprisingly, Torque. Even the most disciplined warrior could easily find himself at boredom doing such an uneventful job. His breastplate and helmet on the stone floor of the castle wall, Torque sat on the edge of the wall looking outwards. An occasional firefly straggler could be seen here and there, but they were easily taken out by the fireball turrets. A giant mushroom had yet to be seen, which had convinced everyone stationed in the castle that the front line was, indeed, far from here.
The fireball turret closest to him hadn't seen much use in the past few weeks. Naturally, it surprised the hardened soldier when it fired, but he quickly returned to rest. However, the turret fired again. This was precarious. Torque glanced over at what had managed to evade the deadly accurate turret, and, to his surprise, a giant mushroom stood on the treeline in front of the gate.
The fungus nimbly evaded the turret repeatedly, until Torque decided to go take care of it himself. Surely it was a straggler, anyway, and mushrooms didn't make very good fighters. Not one to come unprepared, he put his armor back on and climbed the ladder downwards. He didn't even consider ringing the alarm bell. This marked the first and worst mistake in the knight's entire career. At the pull of a lever, the drawbridge descended slowly. The knight proceeded out onto it before it had even hit the ground, and jumped off. He swiftly ran towards the mushroom, who looked at him in panic, but then stopped in his tracks. Suspecting some kind of trap, the knight checked his surroundings. Nothing near the wall to his north. East and west of him, there was only the ocean. He looked south towards the treeline of the forest. Inside the dense forest, a pair of red eyes stared back at him. Then two, then five, then an uncountable amount of pairs glared out of the forest at the soldier. The mushrooms had indeed made it to the castle several weeks ahead of the prediction.
The first mushroom had chuckled ominously despite not having a mouth. His panic had been feigned. It was a trap to draw out the only standing line of defense the castle had. The fireball turret finally hit the mushroom, who had stood still for a little too long, and burned him rapidly. Torque saw this as a chance to get back to the castle, and turned towards the drawbridge, making a beeline for it. He knew he would not survive a fight by himself out there. The significantly slower mushrooms struggled to keep up with him, and by the time Torque was on top of the wall ringing the bell, they had only made it to the bridge. The fireball turrets were certainly potent, but couldn't hit every single mushroom in the swarm before the fireflies destroyed them. Torque pulled the lever, but a few mushrooms had already gotten on the bridge. As it rose, others jumped and caught hold of the end of the chained bridge. They were all too heavy for it to rise, and the bridge dropped back onto the ground as even more fungi flooded into it.
The legendary warrior may have made it to the alarm bell and rang it, but ultimately, it was too late. The other knights weren't anywhere near their gear and the invaders stormed the throne room. Torque ran in behind the mushrooms and began swinging his claymore brutally, felling the mushrooms ahead of him and scaring the ones behind him. He had barely made it through the crowd when he saw his comrades being punched with immense force, incapacitating them immediately. The king had nowhere to run, and was cornered against his throne. Ramming through all of the enemies in his way, Torque finally made it to his side. "My king," he said, panting, "You have to escape. I'll buy you time."
The king shakily agreed, running into the farthest corner from the enemy force.
The knight of legend carves his name here. As a flood of super powered monsters invaded the throne room, one knight stood and cut them down. Do not mistake this rhetoric as a sign of success. While Torque was certainly no pushover, he was outnumbered by the hundreds, possibly thousands. Within an hour, his armor was almost completely ruined. He had removed his helmet as it was sheared open when a mushroom attempted to crush his skull. Even his allied knights had now been transformed into the monsters, but they were assuredly put to rest. Torque was exhausted, and the moment he stopped his offense, mushrooms swarmed around him and strategically surrounded the king.
Checkmate.
The siege was successful, and the last remaining civilization of the highlands fell. Torque had barely escaped the scenario himself, by running several miles north towards the mountains. It was there that he met a strange individual: an angelic looking woman clad in armor, radiating with a warm glow that brought a feeling of peace to Torque.
"Who are you?" he asked the enigma.
"Come with me," she responded.
Before the now-soldierless general could object, a blinding light overtook the immediate area. When the light had faded, the knight of the medieval highlands and the battle-ready angel were nowhere to be seen, transported from this world into another.