A group of knights rode in the dark knight. They had a cold look on their face but the whispers did not leave their eyes. The chief rode on a dark horse with them. His eyes staring at the distance hoping the rumors would die once the girl would return home.
By the time they reached the clearing, the first light of dawn crept across the horizon, casting a cold grey hue over the trees. The captain of the knights pulled his horse to a halt. his eyes wide as he surveyed the scene.
"By the gods…"
His eyes widened with shock when he found corpses littered the ground. their armor bearing the unmistakable crest of House Clondoire. They have twisted swords in their body and shattered helms. their blood soaked deep into the earth. Some of the bodies were mangled, torn apart with unnatural precision. Others bore no wounds at all, their expressions frozen in horror.
