(This is the original story that I wrote, called: THe Knight Sky, though anyone else may join)

Sky stared in dismay at the castle looming before him. He had never wanted to come to this land, the land of Rivoran, ruled by king Darius. But now he was to be the man's slave. Or, at least, was. Now he was a Knight, on the verge of sheer fame for saving princess Trionna twice. First he had rescued her from the witch named Magda, then from Gandyn. Now he was facing an even greater enemy. Hawthorn. Hawthorn was the great brute of a man terrorizing the squires. Sky had challanged him to a duel and it was almost time to fight. Oh great, he thought, what am I going to do now? The answer came when Luke shoved him in the back to get him started. it wasn't a very long fight, Hawthorn being bigger and stronger, so, needless to say, Sky won. He reflected later that he could have used magic, but had decided not to. The following celibration was cut short when an overwhelming feeling of displeasure came over Sky. With not a word he dashed into the forest, coming to a small clearing where princess Trionna stood. Sky rushed to her, realizing a second too late what was about to happen. From in the tree, Jamoth fired an arrow.