A Knight's Stand for Justice

The mountain pass was cloaked in thick fog, hiding every danger. A lone traveler

struggled to find the path when shadows emerged—bandits, weapons drawn. Fear paralyzed him.

Sir Thorne appeared on horseback, armor glinting through the mist. “Leave them be!”

he commanded. With calm precision, he disarmed the thieves, holding them at

bay without striking a fatal blow. The traveler, eyes wide, whispered,

“Why risk yourself for me?” Thorne smiled faintly. “A knight seeks justice,

not revenge. No one should suffer while I stand.”