Sir Kiran: The Knight
Sir Kiran was out and about this morning training with a few of the other knights. He was a very handsome man. He was quite tall with a muscular build. His face was clean-shaven and very angelic. He had long flowing golden blonde hair that reached to his waist and bright blue eyes. He wore a full set of plate mail, minus the helm.
After his practice was concluded, he dismounted from his horse and walked it towards the stables. The stable was dark as he approached. His horse suddenly refused to move forward. Kiran turned to try and calm the horse, but it would not be calmed. Drawing his sword, he backed the horse away and looked once more at the stable. He quietly motioned his squire to him to take charge of the horse so that he could go inside of the stable to investigate. The squire watched as he disappeared into the darkness. Once inside, Kiran noticed that there was nothing out of the ordinary with the stable. Then he saw a man wearing a full suit of plate mail walking towards him. He squinted his eyes and tried to discern the identity of the unknown knight. The armor that he was wearing was not like that which the rest of the knights in this kingdom wore. He noted particularly that the unknown knight looked like he was ready for battle, as the visor on his helm was closed to protect his face.
"Hail and well met, friend," said Kiran.
"Hail, good Knight."
"You are not from this kingdom, friend," said Kiran. "Where do you hail from?"
"I am from everywhere in every kingdom."
Kiran looked confused. "I do not get your meaning friend. What is your business here?"
"You are my business, Sir Kiran."
"Do you seek to challenge me for something then, friend?" asked the knight.
"No, to task you."
"With no disrespect to be given, but who are you that I would seek to accomplish your task?" asked Kiran as he tightened his grip on his sword.
"I am the Avatar of Helm."
Kiran immediately put away his sword and knelt down.
"Arise, noble Knight. You do not need to kneel before me."
Kiran looked up at the Avatar and slowly stood. When he was once again fully upright he rolled his shoulders and removed his one hand from the hilt of his sword. "Please, my Lord," he began. "Tell me what you would have of me, and I shall do it."
"Thank you, good Knight."
To be continued...